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HIGH SCHOOL CLASSMATES

I have a new neighbor on Pleasant Street. His name is Hank Silvers. Actually, Hank’s not new to Pleasant Street, he grew up on Pleasant Street, but he moved away a long time ago and became very successful in a computer-related business.

Five years ago, Hank came back for his high school class reunion and met one of his old classmates, a girl named Rosalie Burger – she was Rosalie Timmons before she married Ed Burger. If I remember she lived a couple of streets over when she was in high school. Anyhow, what wound up happening is kind of ironic, in a nice way.

Back when they were in high school, Hank, who was kind of a nerd in those days, asked Rosalie to go to the prom with him, but she turned him down for Ed Burger. When they bumped into each other at the reunion five years back, I think Rosalie realized she made a mistake in her choice of prom dates…and husbands.

Well, a couple years ago, Rosalie got divorced. Then Hank, who had also gotten divorced, moved back to town and he and Rosalie started dating.

I saw Hank the other day and he told me he’d bought the Jackson house, a big old home down on the corner at the other end of the street, but Rosalie didn’t know it. He wanted to have it all fixed up and ready to live in before he told her about it, he said. I guess, from what Hank told me, that the Jackson place was always Rosalie’s dream house, so Hank, who has more money than he knows what to do with, bought it for her. I wonder what Rosalie’s reaction will be when she finds out what Hank did.

Hey, I just saw Hank’s car go down the street a few minutes ago. And I’m pretty sure Rosalie was with him. Maybe he’s going to tell her about the house today…

I’VE GOT SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU

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Hank Silvers was nervous about taking Rosalie to see the house. She’d told him many times that the Jackson house was her dream house when she was growing up, and that she’d always wanted to live there. When a real-estate agent Hank knew told him the house was about to come up for sale, Hank snapped it up before it got on the market.

After he bought the house, he hired a contractors to restore most of it to the condition Rosalie described, with certain concessions to modernization. It killed him not to tell Rosalie what he was up to, but he managed to hold off. He didn’t want her to see the house until the work was done and it was furnished and ready to live in.

Rosalie knew something was going on, but wasn’t sure what it was. For weeks, she believed there was something Hank wasn’t telling her and that concerned her. Part of her was a bit insecure about their relationship, even though they’d been seeing each other for over three years. Then, just before he left her apartment last night, he told her there was something he had to show her, and that he’d pick her up first thing this morning.

Hank arrived early the next morning, still acting oddly. ‘You ready to go?’ he asked when Rosalie greeted him at the door of her apartment.

‘I guess so,’ she replied. ‘All though I’d be surer if I knew where we were going.’

Hank flashed her a nervous grin. ‘You’ll see in about a half an hour,’ he told her.

They walked to his car and he held the door so she could get in. Then he went around, got behind the wheel, started the engine, and drove off.

‘Hank, what’s going on?’ Rosalie asked as they drove down the street. ‘You’ve really been acting strangely for the last month or so. Is…is there something wrong?’

Hank glanced over at his slim, blonde, beautiful former classmate and shook his head. ‘No, honey, there’s nothing wrong, not at all,’ he told her.

‘Then…they why have you been acting so secretive for the past month?’ she responded.

‘I guess it’s because I was trying to keep a secret,’ Hank replied. He turned onto Pleasant Street and started down the block. ‘Remember Pleasant Street?’ he asked.

‘I always wanted to live here,’ Rosalie said. ‘You know that. I’ve told you how I used to dream about living in the Jackson house down on the corner.’

‘Hank…what…what are you doing?’ Rosalie asked, looking at Hank, when he pulled into the driveway of the Jackson house. ‘Why are you stopping here?’

‘Well…’ Hank took a deep breath. ‘I…I thought you might want to see our new home.’

Rosalie, not sure she’d heard Hank correctly, stared at him. ‘Our…our new…new…new home?’ she stammered. ‘Hank, what on earth are you talking about?’

‘Mr. and Mrs. Jackson moved to a retirement community in Arizona,’ Hank said. ‘I bought their house for us. I had a little work done to it to make it a little more presentable.’

Rosalie was stunned. She had no idea. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. Hank was always so good to her, but he’d never, ever done anything like this! ‘Hank…I…I…’ she stammered.

‘You want to see if you like it?’ Hank asked.

‘I…I guess…so,’ Rosalie stammered.

Hank got out, walked around, and opened the car door for Rosalie, who got out, then stood there, tears rolling down her cheeks, gazing at the house.

‘I…I don’t…I don’t believe this,’ she whispered.

Hank took her arm and led her into the house. He could feel her trembling as they walked up the walk to the front door.

Inside the house, Rosalie and Hank stood in the living room, looking around. Hank let go of her arm, moved behind her, and put his hands on her shoulders.

Rosalie leaned against him, still trembling. ‘Hank, it looks just like I remember it!’ she said softly. ‘In fact, it’s even nicer than I remember it! Oh, God, darling, it’s perfect!’

‘I’m glad you like it,’ Hank replied. ‘It’s important that you like it, because I want it to be our home.’

Rosalie turned and looked at him, her eyes moist and red. ‘Hank…is…is that…is that a…a proposal?’ she stammered.

Hank nodded. It might not have been the most traditional proposal ever made, but Rosalie didn’t seem to mind.

Rosalie turned in Hank’s arms so she was facing him and kissed and hugged him fiercely. She loved the way it felt to have his arms around her and was thrilled that he had gone to such lengths to get this house for their home.

She looked up at him and once again their lips met. She felt desire sweeping through her and her tongue slid into Hank’s mouth, seeking his. He returned the lingual caress and the sensations effected by the meeting of their tongues rocked Rosalie She felt Hank’s embrace tighten.

‘Wow!’ Rosalie exclaimed when the kiss ended. She was shaking and could feel Hank’s erection pressing against her.

Hank, too, was experiencing powerful feelings of need. He tightened his arms and pulled Rosalie into another passionate kiss. Once again their tongues dueled. By the time the kiss ended, Rosalie was flushed and, Hank thought, more beautiful than he’d ever seen her.

‘Rosalie, I want you,’ he said softly. ‘I want to make love to you here, in our home.’

Rosalie gazed at him, her emotions in tumult, hunger flooding her. Hank’s kisses, as they always did, had excited her.

Hank cupped her buttocks, pulling her against the swollen bulge of his erection.

Looking directly into his eyes, Rosalie whispered, ‘I want you, too, darling!’ She, too, wanted to make love in their new home for the first time! She shuddered.

Hank scooped Rosalie off her feet and felt her head fall against his shoulder, and her hair tickle his face. He was more excited than he’d ever been!

Rosalie rode in his arms, her arms around his neck, as he carried her up the big staircase and down the hall to the master bedroom. He gently deposited her on the huge four-poster bed, then he stood next to the bed, his chest heaving, his heart pounding, looking down at her as love for her began to overwhelm him. He took a deep breath, sat down on the bed next to her and began to trace her face with his finger.

As always, Hank’s gentle touch thrilled Rosalie They’d made love many, many times, yet his tenderness still affected her powerfully.

Hank let his finger roam, exploring Rosalie’s neck, and whatever bare skin it could reach. His soft, loving caresses bewitched Rosalie, who lay on the bed moaning softly, a look of delectation on her face. He unbuttoned her blouse and spread the loosened garment apart, then he began trailing his hands her chest.

‘Please!’ Rosalie murmured. She lay her hand on his. ‘Please, Hank! Please touch me!’

When Hank covered her mouth with his, Rosalie arched her neck, opened her mouth, and her tongue lashed his, thrilling him. While they kissed he tugged her blouse out of her jeans and slid it all the way off.

When the kiss ended, Rosalie lay on the bed, gazing at Hank, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He sat there staring back at her. The way Hank looked at her still embarrassed Rosalie. Never, in her entire life, had anybody looked at her the way Hank did, as if he was worshipping her.

‘I can’t get over how beautiful your breasts are!’ Hank murmured as he observed the rapid rise and fall of her chest. He stroked one of her breasts lightly, then hand moved out toward her swollen nipples.

‘Oh, God!’ Rosalie moaned. Her back arched. ‘God, that feels wonderful!’ His touch stoked the fires of lust brighter and brighter.

Hank was, as always, gratified by touching Rosalie. Her skin felt, like warm silk, he thought, and he loved the contrast between the soft skin covering her breasts and firm, her firm, rubbery nipples. The sounds his touch evoked and the way her body moved against his hands gave him immense pleasure. He bent his head and gently drew one of her turgid nipples between his lips.

‘Oh, Hank!’ Rosalie groaned. Her hands tangled in his hair and she pulled him against her. ‘Oh, darling, that feels so wonderful!’

Hank’s lips traveled from one swollen nipple to the other, then back, and his lover’s impassioned moans continued and her movements grew more and more clamorous. At the same time, he slid his hand over her belly and undid the clasp at the waist of her jeans. He slid his hand under the loosened waistband.

‘Please!’ Rosalie moaned. ‘Oh, please, Hank! That feels so marvelous! Oh God! It feels so good!’

Hank stopped kissing her breasts and, thanks to Rosalie’s helping by raising her hips, managed to slide the jeans down over her hips. He slid them all the way down her legs, then tossed them on the floor. ‘I know I’ve said this before, but I think you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen!’ he whispered, as he surveyed her unclad body.

Rosalie, elated by his comment, almost jumped off the bed when he kissed her navel. At the same time, his hand began sliding up and down over her legs. Thrills continued to course through her.

Hank continued to keep his pace slow and deliberate. Even though he wanted Rosalie desperately, he forced himself to slow down. He wanted to make this experience, their first in their home, last as long as possible!

Between Hank’s kisses and gentle caresses, Rosalie was soon aquiver with passion. Every gentle caress, every soft kiss, added to her excitement! She felt his lips coasting over her belly, then his hand touched the silken, dampened lips of her vagina and the sudden jolt of excitement that caused sent her hips arching off the bed.

‘Oh! That feels fantastic!’ she groaned and pressed herself even harder against his hand. Thrills continued to roil through her. Her body arched and twisted as ever-wilder sensations rumbled through her. It felt as if he was touching her everywhere! ‘Oh! Oh God, Hank! Oh!’ she mewled.

Hank was acutely aware of how turned on Rosalie was and began probing her juicy opening with his tongue.

Rosalie’s groans got louder and her middle, pressed against his mouth, writhed frantically. ‘So good!’ she groaned, ‘Oh, God, Hank! That feels so good!’

Hank’s finger twirled and thrust and Rosalie’s hips began a rhythmic response. She was totally overwhelmed by the exquisite sensations he was giving her! Her stomach churned as explosions of delight began to flash in her overheated mind. ‘God! God! Agghh!’ Rosalie babbled. ‘Oh, Hank! Oh, Hank! Oh, Hank!’ She was going to come soon, she couldn’t help herself, she couldn’t remember ever being this turned on!

Hank knew exactly how aroused Rosalie was and took her to the verge of coming, then he backed off and caressed her gently as she calmed down. Then he resumed exciting her again. Each time he did that, he could see her need rising to higher and higher and higher levels.

‘Oh, God!’ Rosalie moaned, twisting and turning, ‘Please! Hank! Hank! Oh, please! I have to come! Please make me come! Please!’

Hank bent and, while thrusting his finger into her, sucked her clit between his lips.

More exquisite sensations flashed through Rosalie. ‘Oh! Ohh!’ she howled. Her insides felt as if they were going to melt and rush out of her. ‘Yes! Yes! Agghh! Agghh!’ she cried, her body twisting and writhing. ‘That’s it! Oh, God, Hank! Oh, God! I’m coming! Coming! Yes! Yes! Oh, God, yes!’

Hank kept working on Rosalie with his lips and fingers her until she lay still. When he knew he’d done all he could for her, he stood up, peeled his clothes off, then he laid back down, stretched out on the bed next to her and gazed into her eyes.

Rosalie smiled at him. ‘That was so lovely, darling, but what about you?’ she asked.

Hank smiled. ‘I figured that would be the appetizer,’ he said, licked her juices off his lips. ‘I’m ready for the main course now. Unless, that is, you want to quit.’

‘You know I don’t want to quit!’ Rosalie said, reaching for him. ‘I want to have you in me!’

‘I’m glad we’re in agreement,’ Hank said.

Rosalie looked down between them, spotted his erection, then grasped it. It was so hard! And hot! It was throbbing, too!

A wild rush of pleasure raced up Hank’s spine. ‘You better be careful,’ he said, his voice sounding strained. ‘It’s cocked and loaded. It’s liable to go off if you keep doing that!’

‘Oh!’ Rosalie giggled. ‘What’s the matter? Aren’t you always bragging about how much control you have?’

‘If you knew how… turned on…I…’ Hank gasped, ‘…am, you…you’d…Ahh!…you’d…Ahh!…you’d understand!’

‘I want this in me!’ Rosalie tugged on his cock. ‘I need to have it in me!’

Hank rolled onto her, his bulk pushing her against the bed, his hard shaft sliding between her legs. He raised his hips, reached between them, and guided the head of his swollen organ to her moist portal, then he lowered himself and felt his erection begin to slide into her.

‘Oh, God, you’re tight!’ he groaned.

‘Oh, Hank!’ Rosalie moaned, ‘It feels so good! Oh God, does it feel good when you’re in me!’

Wonderful sensations billowed through Hank as he slid slowly into Rosalie’s cozy aperture. When he was fully embedded, he lay still, allowing himself to experience the delight rippling through him. Being in her was more wonderful every time it happened!

‘Oh, God, honey, I’m so turned on I’m afraid if I move, I’ll come,’ he exclaimed, and remained still, his cock deep inside her. After enjoying her exquisite grip on his erect penis for as long as he could, he began thrusting slowly again. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep this up much longer.

‘Oh, darling! That feels so wonderful!’ Rosalie moaned. ‘Oh, God! Yes!’ She locked her legs around him and began thrusting against him feverishly, seeking the release she desperately needed.

‘God!’ Hank wailed suddenly, ‘Oh, God! Oh, my God!’ Pulses of joy boomed through him as he exploded gob after gob of his hot cream into her.

‘You’re coming! I…I can feel you! Oh, God! It’s so hot! It feels so good!’ Rosalie cried when Hank’s torrid sauce began splattering into her. ‘Agghh! Agghh! Agghh! I’m coming! Oh! Ohh! Ohhh! My God! My God! M
y God!’ she cried as her body bucked against his.

Afterward, they snuggled in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth and wonder of their shared experience.

‘I can’t get over it!’ Rosalie whispered. ‘I…I don’t know how you do it, but you always manage to make me feel so fabulous!’

Hank kissed her forehead. ‘You make me feel pretty fabulous, too,’ he told her.

Rosalie recalled something he’d said earlier, pushed herself up on an elbow, and looked down at him. He began to caress one of her breasts and she felt a delightful shudder race through her. ‘Did…did what you said when we first got here mean what I think it meant?’ she asked. It wasn’t the first time Hank had mentioned marriage, but he’d never been specific before.

‘I said a lot of things. What part of it are you asking about?’ Hank asked. He knew exactly what Rosalie was asking about, but wanted to tease her a little.

Rosalie looked at him. She wasn’t sure if she was being teased or not. ‘I mean what you said about…about the house,’ she said.

‘I said I bought it, I think,’ Hank said, and grinned at her.

‘Hank! Come on!’ Rosalie said. She shuddered. His hand, still sliding lightly over her breasts, was making it very hard for her to concentrate! ‘You know what I mean!’

‘I’m not sure,’ Hank replied, keeping his face solemn. ‘What, exactly, did I say about the house that you didn’t understand?’

‘Hank!’ Rosalie exclaimed, frustrated by his teasing. ‘You said something about it being our home, didn’t you?’

‘Is that what I said?’ Hank asked. He realized maybe it was time to get serious. ‘If I did

say that, would you like that?’

Rosalie nodded. ‘Yes!’ she said. ‘Of course I would!’ She moaned unable to keep talking, because Hank, because of his insistent manipulation of her breasts, had wildfires of need burning in her again! She reached between them. ‘You’re hard again!’ she exclaimed.

‘Ah, yeah, I guess I am,’ Hank replied. He leaned closer to her and began suckling her nipples, which quickly grew rigid and began to tingle.

Rosalie couldn’t talk. What Hank was doing felt too good! He kept suckling her nipples and one of his hands slid between her legs and began to explore her there. Soon she was once again writhing and bucking beset by powerful feelings of hunger.

‘Hank, I…I’m ready again!’ she murmured. ‘Please, darling! I…I need you again!’

Hank rolled onto his back, pulling her atop him. ‘You can do the work this time,’ he said.

Rosalie could feel his rigid shaft, sandwiched between them, pressing against her belly. She bent down, kissed him, then raised her hips. When she did, his erection slid up her belly, snapped to attention between her legs, and smacked against her opening. Sighing, she guided him into her and lowered herself. As Hank slid into her stretching her and filling her, she murmured with joy. ‘Oh God, darling! I…I think you’re in me farther than you were last time!’

‘Could be, you don’t mind, do you?’ Han replied.

‘No, not at all!’ Rosalie replied. She started rocking her hips and felt his fleshy invader lashing her insides and exciting her. It felt so wonderful! ‘My God! Oh, Hank! Oh, Hank!’ she exclaimed. Wondrous feelings boiled up from the point of their joining, thrilling her. She sat up

and, when Hank’s engulfed her breasts and his thumbs began rubbing over her rigid nipples, she experienced even more thrills. More and more fervently she rocked her hips. Each thrust, each movement bestowed new levels of rapture on her.

Then she felt it beginning! She was going to come! She was coming! ‘Oh, Hank! Yes! Again! Oh! Again!’ she cried, ‘Oh, I’m coming! Again! Yes! Yes! Oh! Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Oh, God! God! Yes!’

When Rosalie came Hank’s orgasm boiled up inside him and his hips rose off the bed. ‘Unnhh! Unnhh! Take it, baby! Take itttt!’ he groaned as his hot juices gushed into her.

Rosalie, more gratified than she’d ever been, collapsed on top of Hank lay on his warm bulk, and felt his arms encircle her. She rolled off him and stretched sensuously. ‘Ohhh, darling! God!’ she murmured. ‘That was incredible! I’ve never been this satisfied!’

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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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