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ANOTHER VISIT TO THE BEAUTY SHOP

Jody Margulies still runs her ‘unisex’ beauty salon in her home at the corner of Pleasant Street and Lincoln Avenue. And she’s still every bit as lovely as she was the last time I wrote about her. Jody is still single, although she’s been seeing a young man by the name of Thomas Walker for the past year and a half. I’ve been expecting to see an engagement announcement in the newspaper any day now, but you never know.

Milt Anderson remains one of Jody’s regular customers. He shows up every four weeks, and is always the last customer Jody has on the day of his appointments. Milt must require a lot of work, because he usually stays quite a while. In fact, he usually doesn’t leave until well after dark. Like I said before, I’m not a peeping Tom – I’m an observer. But, based on what happened after Milt’s last visit, I decided that something happened, maybe the events described in the following story.

WASH, HAIRCUT, AND DINNER

-1-

Tom Walker woke in the morning and looked at the woman lying next to him in bed. Tom, who was thirty, was tall and good-looking, with sandy brown hair and a very good body, the result of time spent in a health club. He was employed in an advertising agency, and was on the fast track to the top. He’d been dating Jody Margulies for a year and a half, and had been bugging her to marry him for the last six months.

Jody had put him off, for reasons Tom couldn’t quite understand. He knew Jody cared about him, and he certainly cared about her. She seldom even let him sleep over. Tom sighed and continued to gaze at Jody’s slumbering form, which she’d exposed by throwing the covers off during the night.

Jody was slim with dark hair that hung to the middle of her back in a soft, silky cascade of loose, fluffy curls. That hair now formed a wonderful halo for her slumbering face. Her breasts were, Tom thought, fantastic! Small, firm, and delightfully shaped, their best feature was the nipples which, when Jody was aroused, stood out proudly from her dark areolas, and literally

begged to be suckled. Tom loved suckling them, and the way Jody reacted when he did. She had lean, firm legs, and a finely formed bottom. Tom had never known a woman who looked more enticing.

‘God, she’s beautiful!’ Tom thought as he lay there, looking at her, ‘I wish she’d marry me so I would wake up and do this every morning!’

Jody awakened, stretched, rolled over, and smiled at Tom. ‘Good morning,’ she murmured. ‘I didn’t know you were awake. What are you doing?’

‘Watching you,’ Tom replied. He loved the feline way she stretched. In fact, the action was so erotic he felt his penis begin to stiffen. ‘You stretch better than anyone I’ve ever seen,’ he said. He bent and covered Jody’s lips with his. Jody pressed against him and her slim arms wrapped around him. Tom felt his groin tighten.

‘We have a little time before I have to get ready for work,’ Jody murmured after the kiss ended.

‘I was hoping you’d say that,’ Tom replied. He started stroking one of Jody’s breasts.

‘Oh, Tom,’ Jody purred as his touch sent thrills sweeping through her. ‘That feels lovely!’ Her hand slid between them found his swelling erections, and began to move up and down lightly on it. ‘I suppose you think I ought to do something about this?’ she murmured, and squeezed his shaft, bringing a groan from him.

Tom rolled on top of his Jody and thrust his cock into her. ‘I kind of thought I’d do this!’ he told her as passion roared through him.

‘Oh, Tom!’ Jody cried as delight spread through her. His quick action surprised her, but she wasn’t complaining. ‘Yes! Take me! Take me!’

Tom started moving his hips and delight blossomed and grew full tilt in both of them. He and Jody were both so turned on it didn’t take long before they were groaning out a shared orgasm.

‘Tom, I’m coming!’ Jody cried,’ I’m coming! Yes! Yes! Yes!’

‘Jody Oh, Jody!’ Tom cried, erupting powerfully into his lover’s spasming body.

After they calmed down, they got up, took showers, and got dressed. They went down to Jody’s kitchen and were enjoying breakfast.

‘What time should I come over tonight?’ Tom asked after he finished his breakfast and was about to head off to work.

Jody looked at the calendar on the kitchen wall and paled a little. ‘I forgot,’ she said, ‘today is the day I have that beautician’s association meeting after work. I-I can’t see you tonight.’

Tom looked a little peeved. ‘Not even later, after your meeting?’ he asked.

Jody shook her head. ‘I’m booked all day, and the meetings always run late,’ she said.

Tom pushed back from the table and stood up. ‘Can I call you later, anyhow?’ he asked.

‘I-I suppose so,’ Jody said, ‘but I’m not sure what time I’ll get home.’ She stood up, too, and walked with Tom to the door.

‘I love you,’ Tom said.

‘Yeah, me, too,’ Jody replied.

They shared a kiss, then Tom was gone. Jody closed the door behind him, then leaned against it, her heart pounding. She hated lying to Tom like that, but she didn’t know what else to do. She didn’t really have a beautician’s association meeting. Today was the day she saw her favorite client, Milt Bingham. He’d been a customer for five years, and had also been her lover for that same amount of time.

Milt, a handsome successful businessman, seduced Jody the day of his first appointment, and they’d been getting together every four weeks for the past five years. That created problems for Jody because Milt was, far and away, the best lover she’d ever had. Not only that, she’d grown to like him a lot during the five years their affair had been going on. She knew he was married, and had a teen-aged son who was now in college, but knew little more about him.

Milt, however, had learned a lot about her. Every year she got a gift of some kind from him, usually expensive, for her birthday, and there were occasional flower deliveries, and even special gifts on the anniversary date of their first time together. Milt had become an important part of Jody’s life, a part she didn’t want to surrender, which was why she’d turned down Tom’s marriage proposals.

Tom was nice, too, and she did care about him, but she wasn’t sure she could give Milt up. She felt guilty enough sleeping with Milt while she was dating Tom, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle cheating on Tom if she married him, and she was sure she couldn’t give Milt up.

The day dragged for some reason. It seemed to Jody it would never end. Finally, the last customer left and, as she did, Milt walked through the door.

‘Hi,’ he said.

‘Hi, Milt,’ Jody said, and felt herself blush. She knew what would be happening after his haircut, and couldn’t wait. She almost suggested that they make love before his haircut, but never got the chance to make the suggestion.

‘You doing anything after we’re finished?’ Milt asked.

Jody was confused. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked. She’d assumed they would go to her apartment and make love, just as they’d been doing for years.

‘I was wondering if you might be interested in having dinner with me later,’ Milt said, grinning.

‘D-dinner?’ Jody stammered.

‘Yes,’ Milt said. ‘I’m in the mood for a good steak, how about you?’

‘I-I guess so,’ Jody said. This new development both excited and confused her. She’d been seeing Milt for five years, and he’d never asked her out before. Why now?

‘Come on, let’s get your hair done,’ she said.

Milt followed her to the back room, where the sink she used to wash hair was located.

Jody was surprised when Milt let her wash his hair without making any sexual advances. Usually, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. She found herself missing the attention, and wondered what was wrong.

When she was finished with the shampoo, Jody wrapped a towel around Milt’s head, then she and Milt w
ent out to the front of the beauty salon and Milt sat down in the chair. Jody finished with his haircut. When she was done, she held a mirror up to show him how it looked.

‘That’s fine,’ Milt said, smiling, ‘Excellent, as usual. You ready to go out to dinner?’

‘I-I need to take a bath and change, if we’re going out,’ Jody said. ‘Why don’t you make yourself comfortable until I do?’

‘OK,’ Milt said.

The two of them went into Jody’s apartment and Milt made himself comfortable on the sofa while Jody went into her bedroom to get changed. She was still puzzled. Milt was acting very strangely today. He’d never managed to keep his hands off her this long the previous times they were together.

-2-

Jody took a quick shower, then she slipped on a very scanty lacy bra and matching thong bikini. She wasn’t exactly sure what to wear over the lingerie. She stood in her closet, studying the dresses hanging there for quite a while. She finally decided on a snug-fitting black coatdress. It clung delightfully to her lithe torso, and the color highlighted her leanness. She fixed her hair and applied understated makeup.

When Jody walked into the living room, Milt immediately began having problems with his breathing. She looked lovelier than he’d ever seen look before.

Jody saw that Milt’s face was red and that he looked kind of funny. ‘What’s the matter?’ she asked, concerned. ‘You look like something’s wrong.’

‘Nothing’s…wrong. You…you’re gorgeous!’ Milt whispered. His heart was thudding against his rib cage.

Jody felt herself flushing. ‘Milt!’ she exclaimed.

Milt stood up. ‘Come on,’ he said. ‘Let’s go.’ He held the door and Jody walked by him. The perfume she was wearing smelled spectacular. He followed her out to his car and held the door passenger side door open for her while she slid in.

Jody smiled up at him as she slid into the car. ‘You’re being a gentleman tonight,’ she murmured.

‘It would be criminal if I wasn’t, not to with such a lovely companion,’ Milt replied. He liked it that his compliment brought a faint flush to Jody’s lovely features. He walked around and got in the car, started the engine, and off they went.

Jody loved the restaurant Milt took her to. It was far more posh than any restaurant she’d ever been to before. She looked around wide-eyed, taking in everything.

Several of the male customers gave her admiring glances when the maitre de seated them. Milt noticed, but couldn’t blame them. It was difficult for him to take his eyes off her, too.

Dinner was fantastic. Milt ordered Filet Mignon for both of them. He also arranged for some excellent wine, and they finished with the house special dessert, a strange concoction that included chocolate, cocoanut, and lot of sugar. It was served warm, covered with whipped cream.

‘I feel like I’m going to explode,’ Jody commented as they prepared to leave. ‘I can’t remember the last time I ate so much! And the filet was incredible! Thank you, Milt!’ She still wasn’t sure why this all was happening.

‘I wanted to spoil you a little,’ Milt replied. ‘I’m in an uncommonly good mood tonight.’

‘Spoil me a little?’ Jody said and smiled at him. ‘I’d call this spoiling me a lot! This is the most fabulous place I’ve ever been to eat!’

‘I’m glad you like it,’ Milt said. ‘You ready to retire to the lounge and do a little

dancing?’ A band had started playing in the lounge next to the dining room and the prospect of holding Jody in his arms had him filled with anticipation.

When Jody slipped her arm in his as they walked out of the restaurant, Milt found himself feeling a little giddy. He was starting to act a little like a teen-ager and he kind of felt like one, too.

The lounge was crowded, but they found seats in a cozy corner booth. A waitress appeared and Milt ordered drinks. The waitress took their order and left and the band started playing a Glen Miller tune, ‘Moonlight in Vermont.’ Milt was glad. Fast dancing wasn’t one of his skills. ‘Want to dance?’ he asked Jody.

Jody smiled at him and said, ‘I’d love to.’

They walked out onto the small dance floor and Jody came into his arms. Her body molded itself against Milt’s and he felt warm feelings sweeping through him. At first, he started to resist them, then he realized he didn’t need to, not if he was going to do what he’d come here tonight to do. There was something he planned to do tonight and, one way or another, no matter what the consequences, he was going to do it.

Jody’s soft hair tickled his face as she snuggled against him. Milt couldn’t recall ever having a more delightful dancing partner. Being on the dance floor, with Jody in his arms, was a little like being in heaven.

The dance ended and Milt reluctantly released Jody. The fact she seemed reluctant to leave his embrace thrilled him. Was it possible she felt about him the way he felt about her? Or was it just that she liked to dance?

They walked back to the table, sat down, and sipped their drinks. The booth was small, and Jody was very close to him. She leaned over, kissed him on the cheek, then squeezed his arm.

‘Oh, Milt, this is wonderful,’ she said softly. ‘I-I’m glad you asked me to go to dinner tonight. I can’t remember when I had a nicer time.’

Milt kissed her on the forehead. ‘If you’re happy, then I’m happy,’ he said. He took another swallow of his drink. ‘Jody…there’s…’ The band swung into a fast tune just as he started to speak.

Jody grabbed his hand. ‘Come on, let’s dance,’ she said. ‘We can talk later.’

‘But it’s a fast dance,’ Milt protested. ‘I can’t fast dance. I-I’m a real klutz.’

Jody was surprised to see him hesitate. He’d always seemed so self-assured before. It was a side of him she liked seeing. ‘Just jump around in time to the music,’ she said, smiling, ‘That’s all anybody else does.’

Milt did get up and dance. He mustn’t have looked too outrageous. At least nobody seemed to be staring at him. Of course, he was so busy staring at Jody he probably wouldn’t have noticed anyone staring at him anyhow. She was, he thought, poetry in motion. Her lithe body moved incredibly well as she moved to the rock and roll music. He couldn’t believe someone as beautiful as she was could actually be his date. Immediately after the fast dance, the band segued into another slow tune.

Jody came into his arms and once more they glided around the small dance floor. The pressure of her body against his was doing wild things to him, and Milt no longer tried to make any effort to hide the results of her contact. If the fact that she was turning him on made her angry, he needed to know that.

If Jody felt the erection growing in his pants, pressing against her, she gave no indication. She didn’t back off from the close embrace they were in.

When the dance ended, they returned to their table. The band’s lead singer announced that they were taking a break.

Jody sipped a little more of her drink, then laid her hand on his and said, ‘What was it you wanted to tell me earlier?’ she asked.

There it was. The perfect opportunity for Milt to tell her what he brought her here to tell her. Did he have the courage to do it?

Milt took a deep breath. ‘I…ah…I,’ he stammered, ‘I-I got divorced. It…the divorce was final last…last month.’ That wasn’t exactly how he thought he’d say it when he planned this, but that’s how it came out.

Jody, stunned by what he’d said, stared at him. ‘You…you what?’ she stammered.

Milt cleared his throat, took a long swallow of his drink, followed that with a deep breath, then said, ‘That’s not exactly how I planned to tell you that, but…’

Jody tried to figure out what this was all about. Was that why he’d taken her out to dinner, to tell her that he was divorced?

‘Is…is that why…why you…you asked me out to…to dinner?’ she stammered. ‘To…to tell me you’re divorc
ed?’

Milt nodded. ‘Partly,’ he said softly. ‘I-I-I also wanted to…to tell you that…that

I’m…I’m in love with you.’

Jody was even more stunned. She tried to think. Her mind was whirling, her heart was pounding. Was this what she wanted to hear? Had she been waiting to hear him tell her this for five years?

Milt gazed at her, his heart pounding. What was her response going to be?

Jody finally figured out how she felt and knew what her response had to be. She squeezed Milt’s arm, smiled, and said, ‘I-I’m in love with you, too.’

Milt couldn’t breathe. She was in love with him, too! He couldn’t believe it! His fondest dream had become reality! He gulped and tried to think of something really nice to say. ‘Ah…you…you are?’ was what he finally came up with, and felt like an idiot after he said it.

Jody nodded. ‘I-I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time. I-I didn’t know you…you know… that you felt the same way, but…but I guess I-I hoped you did.’

‘I-I think I’ve been in love with you for quite a while,’ Milt admitted. ‘but…because I was married, I-I was afraid to tell you.’

‘Am…am I the reason for…for your divorce?’ Jody asked.

Milt shook his head. ‘No, not at all,’ he told her. ‘My marriage was over when…when I met you. But because of my son, I felt I had to keep trying. Now that he’s in college I don’t think the divorce will have the same negative effect on him. He and I have talked about it, he doesn’t hate me or anything.’

‘I-I had no idea…’ Jody murmured.

‘And…’ Milt continued, ‘the other thing that had me worried is that you’re so much younger than I am.’

Jody made a face at him and squeezed his hand. ‘What difference does that make if we’re in love?’ she asked.

‘None, I guess,’ Milt said. All of a sudden, the difference in their ages didn’t seem like the big issue he’d made it in his mind.

The band had come back on the stage while they talked, and was tuning up. Milt didn’t really want to dance any more. What he really wanted was to be home with Jody.

‘Do…do you want to dance any more?’ he asked Jody.

She kissed him on the cheek. ‘Just one more slow dance to celebrate,’ she said. ‘Then I want to go home.’

They did get up and dance and, when the dance ended, they kissed lingeringly, then walked back to their table, got their things, and left.

When they got in the car, Jody slid across the seat and snuggled against Milt. ‘I’ve never felt more wonderful in my life,’ she said softly. ‘This has been the most wonderful night of my life!’

If Milt had anything to say about it, the night would be a lot better before it ended.

-3-

Things seemed strained when Jody and Milt arrived back at her house. It was as if, having admitted their love, they didn’t know how to move on to the next phase of their relationship. What had once been easy now seemed to pose problems. They stood in the kitchen, looking at each other.

It was clear to Milt that nothing would happen unless one of them did something, so he screwed up his courage and walked across the kitchen, to where Jody was standing. She kept staring at him. Milt looked at her. She was so young, and so gorgeous!

When Milt put his hands on her shoulders, Jody sighed and cuddled against him. ‘Why is this so hard tonight?’ she murmured. ‘I-I mean it isn’t like we…we’ve never done this before.’

‘I know,’ Milt said, ‘It’s as if I don’t know what to do. I want you so badly…’

She looked up at him. ‘I…I want you, too,’ she whispered. Her arms went around him and she pressed against him. ‘I…I didn’t know how I…how I really felt about you until…until you told me you loved me,’ she said. ‘I…I guess it was there, but I didn’t want to admit it.’

‘I know,’ Milt said. ‘It was like that for me, too.’

Standing in the kitchen holding each other, as delightful as that was, really wasn’t what either of them wanted.

Milt tipped Jody’s head up with one hand and kissed her. He was totally unprepared for what he felt when his lips and Jody’s joined. The kisses they’d shared before had always been sweet, but nothing like this one was! He felt like he was melting, and exploding, and being given electric shocks, all at the same time. His legs got wobbly and his heart started to pound. No kiss he’d ever had felt the way this one did!

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YOUNG MEN AND OLDER WOMEN When they reach the age of puberty and their sexual juices start flowing, most young men’s thoughts turn to older women. Sometimes they get a crush on a teacher, a neighbor or, perhaps, an older girl in school. Usually, these crushes don’t amount to anything. Once in a while, they do. In literature and film younger man/older woman romances have provided the basis of some memorable stories. Mrs. Robinson became a household word after seducing young Benjamin in ‘The...

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Pleasant Street Ch 11

SUMMER GETAWAY Sometimes you have to get away from the craziness of everyday life. Things get hectic, you can’t concentrate, and you’re feeling uptight. That’s why vacations were invented. Nothing calms you like getting away to a quiet cabin on a hidden lake in the mountains. There you can be alone, enjoy the peace and quiet, andd1if you have tod1get some work done. Lots of people do just that every year. It works for them. On the other hand, even remote cabins sometimes have neighbors. One...

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Pleasant Moments

Pleasant Moments by Kellie Nadine I lost the dreams' reality it went swirling through my head The passion of the evening and the wet spot in the bed As daylight crept upon me disolving pleasant thoughts I wondered of the reasons am I him now? really not Maybe dreams won't change us but pleasant moments do Just remember that you're special and to yourself be true -Kellie

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PalimpsestChapter 11 Pleasant Assignation

Both Joe's and L's internal clocks woke them within fifteen minutes of each other. When L emerged carefully from the daybed, Joe shifted away from his lover and rose having been awake and enjoying her steady breaths and calm face, startling L. "You too hunh," commented the PI. "I go for a run every morning," explained Joe, finding his small bag and extracting warm ups. "Me too," L responded, shamelessly stretching her short voluptuous nakedness in front of the more reserved Joe. He...

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Prince of the street

Dad raised his hand and was about to hit me. He was drunk as usual and complained that I was costing him too much. He wanted me out of his life. Tears were running down my eyes. I was a young 11-year-old boy living in a city in Russia. My name is Nicholas, and I was a bit small for my age. My mum left us and Dad was unemployed. We lived in a one bedroom flat that had lots of rugs and little furniture. There was a big old sofa that dad and I slept on. Dad never bought me anything. All my clothes...

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A Most Pleasant Awakening

So lately I've been making a number of orders from Amazon meaning that I've pretty much constantly been waiting on deliveries. You see I live in a block of flats with a secure entry and whenever I've got a package on the way I need to make sure I'm awake and ready to let the deliveryman in. It's a pain but it does allow for some rather risqué moments. Risqué moments which have through the lens of the imagination given rise to the most pleasant fantasies.Only two days ago I was waiting for...

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Walk On The Street

Walk On The Street By Tyrone Slothrop Chapter 1: Internal Affairs "So you seem to be clear on this one Musgrove. What are you gonna do now? Take some time, hit the beach? Go to Disneyworld? I hear gay days are coming up." Roberts made his usual attempt at humor and was as funny as always, which is to say, not at all. Gerry knew he was finished as a cop. Once you did anything for Internal Affairs you either went upstairs with a promotion or your life was hell. He was very certain...

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Shadows on the Street

If anyone had seen Michael Gillian sitting in his parked car in a shadowy corner of a dark street two blocks from his ex-girlfriend's apartment, they would immediately think that something sinister was about to happen. They would be right. The failing sunlight and the subsequent lengthening shadows of evening helped to hide him from unwelcome eyes. He certainly wouldn't want a certain person spotting him here; if she were on to him, it would spoil everything he had been planning for...

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Pleasant Street Ch 07 Pt 01

WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR? Mel Blake and his wife Carla have lived on Pleasant Street for a long time. Mel’s best friend, Bert Hicks, doesn’t live on Pleasant Street, but he’s there a lot, visiting Mel. In fact, it looks like he’s just pulled into Mel’s driveway. Bert forgot that Mel is away for the weekend. His wife isn’t home and he’s at loose ends. Sometimes when people are at loose ends, they wind up doing things they don’t usually do. Is it possible something’s going to happen here? I know...

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Pleasant Street Ch 10 Pt 0304

FRIENDS AND LOVERS The ultimate betrayal occurs when a person sleeps with their best friend’s mate. Or does it? After all, what if they’re attracted to each other and find themselves thrown together unexpectedly. It isn’t as if they’re planning to run off with each other. Maybe what they’re doing will result in more pleasure for everybody involved. Ron and Linda live on Pleasant Street. Lynette, Linda’s best friend from college, is staying with them for a while so she can get over a very...

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Pleasant Street Ch 08

Chapter 8: High School Class Reunion Hank Silvers grew up on Pleasant Street and attended the local high school. He was kind of a nerd in high school and didn’t have a lot of success with girls in those years. He moved away a long time ago and has become very successful since. I hear he’s coming back this year for his class reunion at the local high school. Rumor is that his wife isn’t coming with him, either. Rosalie Timmons still lives on Pleasant Street. Back in high school Hank had a...

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A pleasant surprise

A pleasant surprise After a short period living in Boston, Victor and I moved again to Atlanta, a place where a hard big black cock could be found easily around the street corner.My dear husband was still flying abroad every week, leaving me home alone for several days … and not only alone but horny also.I started working for a lawyer firm downtown. One of my coworkers was a black young man called Aaron, he was newly married to a white pretty girl; so, I supposed he was enticed to white women.I...

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Garys Golf Outing Chapter 15 Pleasant Dreams

Chapter 15 - Pleasant Dreams On my way to Kimberly and Christie's condo, I drove under the speed limit so as not to attract attention from state troopers. But I was greeted by light-blinking and horn-honking from several 18-wheeler jockies. You'd think these assholes would be watching where they're going instead of trying to look up women's (and cross dressers') dresses. My blouse was revealing some cleavage and my skirt was showing my garters holding up my red fishnet stockings, so...

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A Very Pleasant Evening at the BallparkChapter 2 A Very Pleasant Evening at the Ballpark Continued

The next couple of innings passed in a pleasant glow. Jenny was still a bit tipsy, but she was happy, comfortable with herself (finally), and very into both the game and me. And of course, the little bitch couldn't resist continually asking me how my nuts were. I just smiled and said they were fine. Payback's a bitch, and especially so if it's a surprise! At the start of the ninth, when the eager-to-be-firsters started streaming for the exits, I led Jenny up the steps one last time, to...

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The House on Montague Street

Then early last summer there was some activity. Trucks going up and down the street. But I never saw anyone. I didn't think much of it until school started. I was now a junior in high school. My name is Devon, most call me Dev. I'm about the most average kid in our school. 5-8, skinny, brown hair, brown eyes. I just blend into the scenery. I didn't have trouble with anyone; I had enough friends. I was hopeless with girls. Maybe because I didn't play sports, or maybe I was just...

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The man across the street

The man across the street.... As long as I can remember people had remarked how with my pretty face, slight build and general demeanor I should have been a girl. After my parents had died in a car accident, I now lived with my glamorous young aunt Charlotte who was a business woman who owned a chain of upscale fashion boutiques. Now, being a hormonal 16 year old adolescent, I was fascinated by her totally glamorous and sexualized way of dressing. Always wearing the highest of heels...

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The Lady of Bathe Street

Look, I know I should've looked in the rearview mirror, okay?I know.I mean, I know now.I should've looked in the rearview mirror, or twisted to look out the back window, or hell, I guess I could've washed my car so the goddamn backup camera wasn't covered in dirt.There's a lot of things I should've done. There were a lot of things I could've done. The fact of the matter, my friend, is that I did not do those fucking things, and I ran over the crazy old lady who lived down the street.Well, okay,...

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The Cuck Across the Street

So it is a nice warm summer night. The k**s are all outside playing in the street and I have my garage open and I am working on my bike. Just a check over and a very good cleaning. I was planning on heading out tomorrow for a ride just to get away for the day. The night was cooling off finally and I pulled out a lawn chair and popped a beer. I was just sitting on my drive when one of the neighbors came over to say hi. I offered Dave a beer as I found out his name.he grabbed another chair and he...

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The Mean Street

"You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of the imagination. Next stop: THE TWILIGHT ZONE."--Rod Serling *** The Mean Street ... A TWILIGHT ZONE story By Anon Allsop Marlene was a young girl that had made poor decisions all throughout her life, decisions that for one reason or another would haunt her until the day she would die. A day to be determined on the mean...

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Andrea Street

Bob Casey is an expert skier. He wished that he had the talent to make the United States Olympic ski team. He was in awe of the skiers that did, both men and women. Three winters ago, he was at the bottom of the nine turns that start the "Nose Dive" at Stowe, Vermont, with Billy Woods. Billy hollered to him above the shrieking of the wind, "There she is, whoa!" A woman in full tuck, clad in the red, white, and blue of the American ski team flashed by, down the fifty-eight percent grade, at...

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How I met my wife on the street

This happened in the summer of 2010. I'm just a normal guy with a good job and I have never ever just straight up picked a girl up off the streets. When I go to work I have to drive through the South side of Richmond Virginia every day and I see them d**g up crack hookers working the street trying to find some d**g money, 80% of them I wouldn't even want to talk to or touch with a 1000 feet poll. Occasionally...I may see one where I'm like well dam what is she doing out here? But even then...

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Franklin Street

Weak sepia sunlight warmed the wooden draining board, tiny feet kicked excitedly at the prospect of auntie Katie’s arrival. Seated on his precipitous perch, the little boy could barely contain himself, his baby eyes seen only the chink of light as Katy appeared at the door with his mother ‘ma wee soul, come tae Katy ma wee lamb, it’s yir birthday darlin’ come an’ see whit ah’ve goat fur ye ‘ Katy pulled his little body into her fur coat and swirled him dizzy in her bosom. She grinned her...

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Sin Street

He saw her wandering down the most famous street of debauchery and sin. Despite the immense crowd of drunken fools, he easily picked her out, sliding easily through the crowd as if it were the Red Sea parting in front of her. Many of the other men in the crowd saw her too. It was hard not to stare- a petite brunette, long hair to her waist, with a tight body emphasized by the tighter jeans hiding her long legs, topped off with spiked heels. Even in her high heels, she moved with a grace that...

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Little Twitch Down The Street

What a fucking tease! That fourteen-year-old little tease loves to strut her stuff for me. Today Amanda was wearing a bra that made her big tits stick straight out in that tight short white sweater. The sweater was form fitting around each of her breasts enhancing them nicely. Her ultra low raise blue jean mini skirt showed a whole lot of skin below her bellybutton. I swear that it was low enough to show pubic hair if she hadn’t shaved it. Plus that micro mini skirt just barely covered her...

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Anita and some workers across the street

Anita and some workers across the street That Saturday morning I was glad to have a day for myself, really a free day… But close to ten o´clock some repetitive hammering from the workers putting a new roof on my neighbor`s house across the street made me finally wake up… I stood naked in front of the mirror looking at my body, looking carefully specially my round buttocks and my thighs. Suddenly a strange motion behind me called my attention. I turned around and saw I was standing directly...

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Snatched off the street

Never take a shortcut you aren’t’ familiar with was what I was taught as a young k**. ‘Don’t go down dark alleys.’ ‘Always walk where other people are, in a crowd or something’ Well this time I didn’t listen to that warning, and cut across some train tracks to save some time going home in Brooklyn, NY one night. No one was around, late afternoon, so I thought, why the hell not. I was walking down an empty street lined with trailers left behind by trucking companies that closed for the day....

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Deadend street

My name is John Doe and I am in my third year in college. Every year my parents go on a vacation for a month and I come back to house sit. That way I can mow the lawn and take care of the pool. I also help my old coach teach soccer. I love the game and it keeps me in shape. My parent’s house is in a dead-end street and the field is at the end of the street. Just cross a couple of trees, jump the creek, over the fence and you’re there. So it’s much closer than my apartment. I help Monday,...

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Crossing The Street

"You say you want to," came the brusque voice over the phone, "but you don't, not really. I can hear it. I know your type, you're too frightened." I nearly panicked. "No, no, please, I need you to teach me, please. Please I want to..." "You want to what?" she sneered after my pause. "You can't even say it, never mind do it." I heard her scoffing laugh through my cell phone and felt the sting as if she were right there. "I don't have time for this bullshit, Sonia." "No, really, I mean it, I...

Reluctance
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Anita and some workers across the street

Anita and some workers across the streetThat Saturday morning I was glad to have a day for myself, really a free day... But close to ten o´clock some repetitive hammering from the workers putting a new roof on my neighbor`s house across the street made me finally wake up…I stood naked in front of the mirror looking at my body, looking carefully specially my round buttocks and my thighs.Suddenly a strange motion behind me called my attention. I turned around and saw I was standing directly in...

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Snatched off the street

Never take a shortcut you aren't' familiar with was what I was taught as a young k**. 'Don't go down dark alleys.' 'Always walk where other people are, in a crowd or something'Well this time I didn't listen to that warning, and cut across some train tracks to save some time going home in Brooklyn, NY one night. No one was around, late afternoon, so I thought, why the hell not. I was walking down an empty street lined with trailers left behind by trucking companies that closed for the day. When...

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The House on Sackett Street

The House on Sackett Street A love Story By Elizabeth Jane McDonald PROLOGUE The long hell was finally over and the government men left the house. I was alone at last in my new home. Alone, at last, with my new identity, my new name, my new past, and my new future. I was happy... and sad. I walked around the house for a while. It was filled with nice furniture, nice linens, and nice pictures on the wall. The living room was complete with a couch, two nice overstuffed...

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The Madam of Fletcher Street

THE MADAM ON FLETCHER STREET   by Mistress Tressa The madam had just turned sixty five years old, but for her there would be no social security. Madam Lorraine had a scant employment history, for the past forty years she had operated a high class bordello on Fletcher St.Nestled in an older and affluent neighborhood, the two story house was one of the city’s best kept secrets. It catered to the wealthy and prominent, elected officials were amongst the most frequent clientele. It had never raided...

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A girl across the street

The first house I bought was across from a student home. My study room was right in front of the student home. I would spend some of my evenings and nights in my study room gaming or working at my computer. In the room right in front of mine lived a beautiful young lady with dark hair and about 1.75 meters tall. That would be around 5 foot 9. I had already noticed her several times walking by. We had exchanged some smiles. I also could look very well into her room, especially when it would be...

Voyeur
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The Street

I was younger then. Much younger.But I was even then hooked on bondage. I remember the exact moment when I became interested in SB. I was sitting in a small adult theatre in Copenhagen and was watching a succession of BDSM films. Back then it was 8mm (non digital) and usually the theatre owner strung them together on one large reel so he didn't have to change reels more than every twenty minutes. As a woman it was fairly unusual to sit in an adult theatre with a load of groaning men huddled...

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The Woman Across the Street

"And I want every speck of dirt off that window. Do you hear me, Isidor? Every speck." "Yes dear." Isidor Rosenberg stood at his 17th floor kitchen window. It was 90° with no breeze, and the apartment was as hot inside as it was outside. Isidor breathed heavily as he smeared Windex ® around the windowpane. His wife, Dara, had been harping at him to clean the windows all day. 90° or not. Those windows will be cleaned. Isidor stopped and stared out the window. He could see a bit of the Manhattan...

Masturbation
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Twelve Maxbridge Street

This is a record of a fantasy, not an attempt to describe a real life dungeon, about which I know almost nothing. Also, the story is heavily influenced by classic French erotica and so does not dwell on the main character's inner thoughts and feelings. It may not be for everyone. THE BEGINNING He looked around his spacious, sparely furnished, perfect office. One of the perfect things was the large picture window...

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Streetchild

He swung the car around violently on the deserted road and drove back to check what his headlights had lit up. It was late, very late, and he’d been drinking – but nevertheless he was certain his eyes had not deceived him.He pulled up by the kerb where the bundle of rags had suddenly moved as he drove past. It was raining heavily now and as he searched for some sign, he was getting thoroughly drenched.A slight movement made him turn quickly. And then he saw the eyes. Two large bright eyes...

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The guys owning that nice dog across the streetbi

I was again on all fours onto my marital bed; my wet cunt being pumped for the third time by Twister, the nice Great Dane across the street.My girlfriend Helena had caught me fucking that sweet dog and she had left.But then I heard other footsteps climbing the stairs to my bedroom. This time it was not Helena; but those spoiled teen agers across the street.Luke and Matt were the real owners of that nice Great Dane, although their slut mother had trained him to fuck desperate housewives around...

2 years ago
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Streetcar

Streetcar By Emily Carlisle It was a beautiful, lazy summer's afternoon; I guess that's why I had dozed off. Fortunately, I woke up just in time for my stop. I stepped off the streetcar... Streetcar? ...and started across the street, being careful to look both ways before crossing. I suddenly realized just what I was doing, and stopped dead. I was way beyond confused, and coming up fast onto a real panic. There hasn't been a streetcar through here since at least 1966; I...

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