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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 crush on her. He invited her to the prom once, but she turned him down for the guy she eventually married.

While Hank has become a successful businessman and is happily married, Rosalie’s marriage isn’t doing well. Her husband drinks too much and is abusive, and she feels stuck. She and her husband are going to the reunion, too.

Rosalie and Hank haven’t seen each other in twenty years. Rosalie hasn’t changed very much, but Hank’s changed a lot.

What will happen when they run into each other again after all this time?

Rosalie hasn’t thought about Hank since they graduated. Hank remembers her fondly from time to time. In fact, he’s been hoping she’ll be there.

I went to the same high school and I was in their class, so I was at the reunion. Hank got lucky. He and Rosalie wound up sitting at the same table. They danced a lot. What happened afterward is anybody’s guess, but…

I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU IN YEARS!

Hank pulled into the parking lot of the club where the reunion banquet was being held. He wished his wife could have come along, but she had that meeting and it was important, so he decided to go without her. He hadn’t been to a reunion in a long time. He made the first couple, hadn’t been impressed, so he skipped the last three. As a result, he hadn’t seen most of his classmates in years. He’d attended college in a far-away state and settled there after finishing his degree. Few people in his old hometown knew what he did for a living, or even remembered him, for that matter.

A few people walking into the hall looked familiar. Some of them looked at him, puzzled, not sure who he was. That didn’t surprise him. He’d been a pudgy kid in school, but he’d trimmed down and was now solid and looked good in the expensive three-piece suit he wore. There weren’t any other Mercedes in the parking lot, either. Hank had done well for himself.

He got out of the car and walked into the hall, drawing more puzzled looks. Spying an empty chair at a nearby table, he walked over.

‘Is this seat taken?’ he asked the attractive blonde sitting across the table from him.

‘No, please, have a seat,’ the blonde said. She smiled at him and studied his face, obviously trying to figure out who he was.

‘Rosalie,’ he said, ‘You’re Rosalie Timmons.’

‘It used to be. It’s Burger now,’ Rosalie replied. She studied him and he could see questions in her look.

‘You married Ed Burger,’ Hank said, enjoying her puzzlement.

‘Yeah, she did,’ the sloppy big man sitting next to the blonde said. His eyes were bloodshot, his movements sluggish. Hank surmised Ed Burger had a drinking problem. ‘Who the hell are you?’

‘Ed…’ Rosalie protested.

‘Hank,’ Hank said. ‘Hank Silvers.’

‘I’d never have guessed,’ Rosalie said, giving him an appraising look. ‘You’ve changed.’

‘Health club membership and a busy schedule melt the pounds off in no time,’ Hank replied.

‘Hank Silvers?’ Rosalie’s husband muttered and looked at Hank blankly. ‘Who the fuck is Hank Silvers?’

Rosalie rolled her eyes and her face reddened. She was obviously embarrassed by her husband’s remark. ‘Don’t you remember him?’ she said. ‘He was in my class.’

‘Nah!’ the big man said and lurched out of his chair. ‘I gotta get more beer.’ Unsteadily he lumbered toward the bar.

‘Where’s your wife?’ Rosalie asked, ‘Or aren’t you married?’

‘She had a previous engagement,’ Hank explained. ‘I’m on my own tonight.’

‘That’s too bad,’ she said.

‘I’ll survive,’ Hank told her. ‘You know, you’ve changed, too.’

Rosalie smiled. ‘How? Have I gotten older and wrinkled?’ she asked.

Hank shook his head and smiled. ‘No,’ he said. ‘You’re more beautiful than I remembered.’

His compliment brought a delightful flush to Rosalie’s lovely face. He had a crush on her in high school and thought she was pretty then. If anything, she was prettier now. Life with Ed might not have been good, but it hadn’t damaged her looks.

‘You weren’t this smooth when we were in high school,’ Rosalie said.

‘I took lessons,’ Hank replied.

Ed came lurching back across the floor, a pitcher of beer in his hand. Hank was surprised that, in spite of the big man’s unsteady gait, very little beer got spilled. Ed put the pitcher on the table and collapsed into his chair so hard Hank was surprised it didn’t collapse. He poured himself a glass of amber liquid, drank most of it in one swallow, then he belched loudly.

‘Ed!’ Rosalie exclaimed. She flushed and looked exasperated.

‘Hey, cool it, woman! Only came to thish damn thing ’cause you kept buggin’ me,’ her husband grumbled. ‘Goddamit, let me have a good time. Ol’ Hank, here, unnerstan’s, doncha, Hank?’

Hank smiled wanly and nodded. ‘It is a wonderful night for celebration, isn’t it?’ he said.

‘Damn straight!’ Ed said and refilled his glass.

The meal was served and they ate. Ed said little, shoveled food into his mouth as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks and washed it down with lots of beer. By the time the tables were cleared, Ed’s massive head was bobbing on his shoulders, and his eyes were glazed. Much more beer and he’d be unconscious.

While they were eating, a band set up on the stage. The class officers handed out various awards, then music began. ‘Ed,’ Hank said, ‘would you mind if I dance with your wife?’

‘Nah!’ Ed replied and made a gesture with his hand. ‘Go ahead. It’ll keep her from buggin’ me. ‘Long as I’ve got enough beer, I’m happy.’ He belched again.

Hank stood up and extended a hand to Rosalie. ‘Would you do me the honor of this dance?’ he asked.

Rosalie nodded and stood. Hank observed that her figure was as slim and lithe as he remembered. She took his arm and they walked to the dance floor. Then she was in his arms, and they were moving around the floor.

‘Thank you for asking,’ she said. ‘It’s been a long time since I’ve danced.’

‘You dance well’ Hank told her. He was acutely aware of how close she pressed against him. Her warmth and the sweet perfume she wore tantalized him. The movement of her body under his hands as they glided around the floor stirred tension in his groin. His erection kept getting harder and harder as her body brushed his.

‘Just like a teen-ager!’ he thought. ‘I’m acting just like I did back in high school.’ Unlike those early years when he tried to hide his excitement from his partner, Hank made no effort to conceal his growing tumescence. As his penis grew and swelled, he continued holding her close, pressing her body against his.

Rosalie felt Hank’s erection brush her leg and a shudder of delight went through her. It had been quite a while since she’d been sexually satisfied. Ed wasn’t up to it since his drinking had gotten so bad. She thought back to their high school years. One year Hank asked her to the prom. She turned him down for Ed. What would her life have been like if she’d made the other choice? She moved closer to Hank, excitement growing inside her.

‘You know,’ she whispered, ‘I should have accepted your invitation to the prom.’

‘Oh?’ Hank said. He knew what she was talking about, but wanted to hear what she had to say.

‘Don’t you remember?’ she asked. ‘You asked me to go with you and I said I couldn’t. I-I was waiting for Ed to ask me. I-I think now I should have gone with you.’

‘Maybe it wasn’t meant to be,’ Hank said. ‘Som
etimes things have to wait for the time to be right.’

Rosalie wasn’t sure what to make of his comment. Was he suggesting there was a possibility of more to this night than dancing? She trembled softly and moved closer into his arms.

They danced almost every dance, especially the slow ones, and all too soon the evening was over. They walked back to the table, arms around each other’s waists. Both of them felt regret the evening was ending.

‘Oh, damn!’ Rosalie said. Hank was asleep at the table, his head pillowed on folded arms. How was she going to get him home?

‘Why don’t I give you a hand?’ Hank suggested. ‘I don’t think you’ll be able to manage him yourself.’

‘Thank you,’ Rosalie replied. ‘You’re a life saver.’

Together they managed to get Ed into his car. He was only vaguely aware he was being moved.

‘How are you going to manage when you get home?’ Hank asked.

‘I’ll manage somehow,’ Rosalie said. Actually, she had half a mind to let the big jerk sleep it off in the car.

‘Why don’t I follow you home and give you a hand?’ Hank said. ‘I don’t have anything else to do except go back to my motel room.’

Warmed by the thought of being with Hank longer, Rosalie gladly accepted his offer. ‘I’d love the help,’ she said gratefully.

At Rosalie’s house they managed to get Ed in, upstairs, and safely ensconced in bed. That done, Hank and Rosalie went downstairs.

‘Thank you,’ Rosalie said. ‘I’m not sure what I’d have done without your help.’

‘Glad to be of service, milady,’ Hank replied and bowed.

‘Would you like a cup of coffee…or a drink?’ Rosalie asked. She didn’t want him to leave. ‘I-I had a lovely time tonight, mostly because of you. I-I’m really glad you came.’

‘Why don’t you and I get a drink somewhere?’ Hank suggested.

‘Nothing will be open this late,’ Rosalie said.

‘There’s one place we could go,’ Hank said and dangled his room key.

‘Yes!’ Rosalie replied. She moved into his arms and their lips met. Delicious feelings flooded her, making her weak. She wanted him and believed he wanted her, too! It sure felt that way when he pressed against her!

In the car on the way to Hank’s motel, Rosalie felt giddy, like a teen-ager on her first date. ‘I-I’ve never ridden in a Mercedes before,’ she said nervously.

‘Like it?’ Hank asked.

She nodded. ‘I…ah…I guess I could get used to it,’ she told him. ‘It’s a very nice car.’

Hank pulled into the parking lot of a large, expensive motor lodge, drove to his room, and parked.

Rosalie was impressed. Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t asked him what he did for a living. Whatever it was, it obviously paid well.

Suddenly panic swept over her. What would he think of her, acting the way she was? What did his wife look like? What kind of lover would he be? Why had she done this? What if…if he was planning some kind of revenge for her turning him down for the prom?

‘You all right?’ Hank asked, noting her discomfiture.

Rosalie nodded.

‘I can take you home, if you’d like,’ Hank said.

Rosalie shook her head and opened the door. It was too late to turn back now.

Hank slipped his arm around her waist as they walked to his room. He felt her trembling and realized how nervous she was. He wasn’t exactly a rock of strength. He’d never cheated on his wife. Why was he about to do so now? He fumbled his key out of his pocket, opened the door, and led his attractive former classmate inside.

‘Ah…do you, um, really want a drink?’ he asked after he closed and locked the door.

‘No,’ Rosalie said. She walked over to him and put her hands on his hips.

‘Me, either,’ Hank told her. He pulled her into his arms and his lips covered hers.

Heat flashed through Rosalie as feelings that had lain dormant too long re-awakened. Her mouth opened and her tongue stabbed into Hank’s mouth. His tongue met it and their oral digits dueled. Rosalie’s legs went weak.

The kiss over, Rosalie leaned back in Hank’s arms and looked into his eyes. She was having a hard time getting her breath. His look was tender and he gently stroked her face with his fingers. The gesture only added to the roaring sensations of passion that threatened to overwhelm her.

His hand moved down and caressed the skin of her shoulders and throat, exposed by the low-cut top of the dress she wore.

‘Ah!’ she murmured. ‘That feels heavenly!’

‘I’m glad,’ Hank replied. ‘I’ve wanted to touch you since I first saw you tonight.’ His hand plunged into the neck of her dress and cupped one of her breasts.

Rosalie was sure she was going to faint as wild, sweet, sensations caused her stomach to churn. She hoped he wouldn’t think badly of her body. She was over forty and had borne children, but she worked hard to retain her shape. She occasionally caught men eyeing her when she wore jeans. Still, Ed didn’t want her much. On the other hand, Hank was turned on, maybe she was still attractive! What Hank was doing to her breast felt so good!

Hank was thrilled by Rosalie’s reaction to his touch. It seemed she was as hot for him as he was for her! ‘You really are beautiful!’ he whispered.

His words thrilled Rosalie. She wanted him to want her! The hand massaging her breast felt so good! It had been so long – too long – since she’d felt like this! She needed to be made love to! Badly!

‘Oh! Yes!’ Rosalie heard the sounds of pleasure coming from her mouth.

Hank’s hand slid out of her dress, went to the back and undid the zipper. He pushed the loosened garment over her shoulders, exposing her bra-covered breasts. The dress fell softly, noiselessly, to the floor. Hank stroked Rosalie’s arms, his hands moving over her shoulders and down again onto her arms. Her breasts – small, but firm – were cradled in a low-cut bra that fastened in front. Her erect nipples pressed against the sheer silken fabric.

It was really going to happen! Rosalie felt craving blossom deep in her body as Hank undressed her. No man except Ed had seen her naked in years! What would he think of her body? His hands cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples through the bra, making her suck in her breath as pleasure coursed through her.

‘Oh! Oh…Godddd!’ she moaned, trembling, ‘God, that feels good!’ She was afraid her legs wouldn’t hold her any more.

Hank undid the clasp of her bra and her breasts were freed, sagging only slightly, bared to his avid gaze, large nipples straining outward, even the areolas swollen with passion.

‘I-I’m…afraid…I’ll…fall,’ Rosalie stammered, ‘my legs…they’re…they’re shaking too much!’

Hank put his arms around her and led her to the bed, lowered her onto it, then he removed his clothes. Rosalie watched him, chest heaving, her insides fluttering. Then, as naked as she, he was on the bed next to her, arms sliding around her, lips seeking hers. She turned into him, and felt his hands glide up her bare back.

Lust blotted everything else out of Rosalie’s mind! She shivered as Hank’s hands stroked her, then her head rolled back, her face a mask of passion, as his lips and tongue began to work on her breasts.

‘Nice! Oh God, Hank! That feels so nice!’ she cooed as his mouth worked on her, building her exhilaration to startling levels. She’d never felt this good just from having her breasts sucked! If she didn’t know better, she’d think she was going to…

‘Oh, God! Oh, God!’ she cried as suddenly, she experienced an explosion of delight. ‘Oh, God! Oh, God! My God, I’m coming! Hank! Hank! Yes!’ Her hands clutched his head and her body twisted and turned as spasm after spasm of delight jolted through her. Finally she lay back on the bed, her chest heaving.

Hank was startled when Rosalie came. He had no idea a woman could reach orgasm from having her breasts sucked! He moved up next to her, watching the rise and fall of her chest. He slid hi
s hands down her belly and removed her panty hose. She was totally nude now. The nest of blonde pubic hair where her slim, strong legs joined her body told him she was a true blonde. Her belly, soft, and rounded, showed a faint pattern of stretch marks. Not perfect, maybe, but Hank found it absolutely wonderful to look at. He kissed the soft skin of her stomach.

Rosalie’s eyes popped open when his lips touched her belly. Then his hand began to slide over her legs, each caress re-building passion that had only been partially dampened by her just-completed orgasm. In the middle of rolling wave after rolling wave of delight, Rosalie realized his lips were moving downward toward her center, to her aching vagina. It had been so long since she’d been eaten!

His tongue parted her soaking wet labia and her hips rose off the bed, pressing her tighter against his mouth.

Startled, she realized she was about to lose control again… ‘Again! Oh…Jesus! Again! My God! My God! I’m coming again!’ she cried. Her body squirmed frantically while Hank’s lips and tongue continued mauling her vagina. ‘Hank! Oh, Hank! Eat me! Yes! Eat me!’

After her orgasm passed, Rosalie was acutely aware that she’d had two orgasms and Hank hadn’t had any. She took him into her arms and kissed him.

‘What about you?’ she asked. ‘You’ve made me feel so good. What about you?’

‘I want you,’ he replied softly.

‘Take me! Please! Take me!’ the lovely blonde begged. Despite all the bliss she’d enjoyed, she was still turned on! She wanted him!

Hank rolled atop her, kissing her, feeling her rigid nipples press into his chest. Her smooth legs parted and locked behind his. His erection, trapped between them, pressed against her belly.

Having him on her was wonderful, Rosalie thought. And the cock pressing into the soft flesh of her stomach felt huge! Her belly felt as if there were a million hyper-active butterflies in it! She wanted him in her! She needed him in her!

‘Please! I want you in me! Please don’t make me wait!’ she begged.

Hank lifted his hips and the rigid shaft slid down between her needing, damp, lips. He felt her warmth against the tip of his cock and pressed downward. Tremors shook both their bodies as the wedge-shaped head parted her and slid into her slick, yearning opening.

‘Yes! Yes!’ Rosalie groaned. ‘Give it to me!!! Put it in me!’

Hank was surprised how tightly her pussy clutched him as he forced his way into her. ‘God, you’re tight!’ he exclaimed.

Rosalie had no doubt now that he found her exciting. What he was doing thrilled her from her toes to the roots of her hair! She pushed her hips up off the bed, welcoming him deeper into her body until she felt his pubic hair mingling with hers. He was in her, all the way!

‘God! I need that so much!’ she groaned. ‘Don’t stop! Oh! Please! Don’t ever stop!’

Hank began to drive into her and she rose to meet him! He gave her thrills and she returned them! Rosalie couldn’t recall ever feeling as good as she did at that minute!

‘Feels so good! Oh! So…so good! Yes! Yes! I’m so close! Yes! Yes! Yes!’ She heard herself babbling, but couldn’t stop. The sensations she was feeling were much too wonderful!

Hank couldn’t believe how good she was making him feel, and his own excitement mounted toward the peak of bliss. Her cunt was so tight! The walls of that snug cave of flesh rippled, the wave-like movements milking him.

‘Oh!…Oh!…Oh, God!…Oh, God!’ Rosalie cried out and her body suddenly went crazy. ‘Don’t…stop! No!…never…stop! Yes! So…good! Yes! Yes! Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhh!’

Hank’s rode his partner’s bucking body as the throes of her orgasm caused it to strain and twist under him with surprising strength. The clasping action of her vagina sucked his orgasm from him.

‘Now! Take it!’ he cried as his sticky sauce burst from him, in powerful orgasm-induced spurts.

Overwhelmed by what they’d shared, they lay in each other’s arms, resting.

‘My God!’ Rosalie said softly. ‘I can’t remember ever feeling like that! You’re wonderful!’

Hank kissed her. ‘You aren’t so bad yourself,’ he said.

They snuggled together and since the hour was late and they both were tired, they dozed off, not really intending to.

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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,...

2 years ago
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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
4 years ago
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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...

3 years ago
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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...

3 years ago
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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...

2 years ago
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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...

1 year ago
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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
3 years ago
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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...

4 years ago
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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
2 years ago
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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...

4 years ago
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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...

4 years ago
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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...

3 years ago
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Sissy Sister Streetwalkers

SISSY SISTER STREETWALKERS by Throne It was a dark street in a disreputable part of the city. Cars cruised up and down, their male passengers eyeing the tawdrily dressed females who strolled along, flaunting their bodies. One car pulled up to the curb. The gruff voice of the driver said, "We're here, sissy. Get your pretty pink ass out of the car and earn me some money." "Yeah," seconded the voice of a female in the passenger seat. "My man needs his beer and you're paying for...

3 years ago
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FourWayStreet

Four-Way Street By Cassandra Morgan "Are we really doing this?" Chris wondered, his apprehension growing. Maggie laughed, but her nerves could be heard, too. "If you want to...." she said. "I mean, we've talked about it enough, haven't we?" Chris stared at the window. The road signs flashed past. Yeah, they had talked about it, all right, endlessly. They had debated and considered and fantasized about it. Theoretically, They agreed that opening up their marriage was a noble...

1 year ago
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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...

Fetish
1 year ago
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VivaStreet

One of the very first things Viva Street greets you with is a dialog box. However, this isn't your conventional "are you 18" greeting message, which is strange. Rather, this website suggests that you sign up to it right away, as soon as you open it up for the first time. This isn't a bad idea all in all, especially if you are dead serious about trying to get an escort in the UK. In the end, it all really depends on your will to have sex with some of the hottest babes on the Isles. If you're a...

Escort Sites
3 years ago
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Whore Street

bylittle SebastianIt was just too many nights, that I had not been fucked, so I decided for the best way of hunting for cocks, another night as a hooker.First the outfit. Tight pink half shirt that zipped in the front, padded leather bra with "B" cups, black leather mini skirt and thigh high black fishnet stockings. I packaged my manhood in the tightest jock strap that I could squeeze into. Then came the bright red lipstick and make up. I must say I think that I looked like the hottest whore I...

2 years ago
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Dark Street

After a long drive to the city of L.A. Julian, Robin, and Maggie were tired and tried to find a cheap hotel to stay in for the night. They had all been roommates for awhile, and played in their own little rock band where Robin was the lead singer, and Maggie and him played the instruments. He had always lusted after the two women, but had managed hide his feelings not wanting to risk their friendship, but as the sun set a dark fog crept into the tiny street they drove into all that was about...

3 years ago
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One Morning at 214 Clitlick Street

After the appropriate sound of a ringing doorbell, a rather matronly looking woman entered a rather matronly looking foyer. The foyer looked matronly by having walls covered in a print wallpaper with columns of cute, farmyard geese. Thin stripes coloured like slightly tarnished copper separated each column from the other. Here and there, a knick knack shelf with a ceramic figure of another goose would assist the single framed mirror with three 'never to be used so don't even try' coat rungs,...

2 years ago
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Happy Halloween Street

Fresh out of high school, at the ripe old age of eighteen, I remember hurrying down the local town parade route immediately after the holiday parade. The mayor had decreed that the street, all six blocks of it, would be officially known as HALLOWEEN STREET for the twenty-four-hour duration. I was headed for the biggest, well only, costume shop in town. My new girlfriend insisted I find some racy outfit since she found my Tarzan mockup unacceptable. When she showed me her costume was my old...

2 years ago
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Pleasant Street Ch 09 Pt 01

DREAM GIRL Occasionally a man finds a girl especially attractive for some reason. I’m not talking about a movie star or centerfold, I mean a real girl, one he sees in a store or on the street. Maybe he even gets to talk with her and manages to strike up an acquaintance. What would happen if his fantasies get out of control and he begins to feel he’d sell his soul for just one night with his dream girl. Maybe he becomes a little obsessed with her and goes so far as to find out all he can about...

4 years ago
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Pleasant Street Ch 04

VICE IS NICE, BUT… Ronni Thomas and her brother, Al, Jr., live on Pleasant Street, a few doors down from my house, on the corner. They’re typical American teen-agers, from a typical American family. They’re both good-looking and filled with the awakening sexuality of youth, and both of them are probably experimenting with the pleasure sex can give. I talked to their father a while back and he told me he and his wife would be going away for a couple of weeks, to some sort of convention. That...

3 years ago
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Pleasant Street Ch 10 Pt 0102

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...

3 years ago
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Pleasant Street Ch 06

Chapter 6: Marya Stops By As I said at the beginning of this collection of stories, I’m a writer and I live on Pleasant Street. Something happened the other day when my wife was away, something I never in my whole life dreamed would happen. An attractive woman named Ann Truro lives just down the block from me. I admit I’ve had more than one sexual fantasy about her, but I’ve never let Ann, or anyone else, know how I feel. Ann has a daughter, Marya, who, although she’s still young, is every...

4 years ago
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Pleasant Street Ch 05

‘I’LL TAKE THE SITTER HOME, DEAR’ Larry and Monica Tilton, who live three doors down on the East side of Pleasant Street, have been married for about eight years and have a couple of wonderful kids. Larry Tilton has been a faithful husband. He’s never cheated on his wife, but he has done his share of teasing at the parties they attend. And I’m sure he’s harbored fantasies about a few of their women friends, but I’m also pretty certain he never acted on those impulses. Monica is a good wife...

3 years ago
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Pleasant Surprise From A Sweet Reader

Hi everyone! This is Vatsal back again. I am really glad about the response and love you gave to my writing. I am back with a new experience about a pleasant surprise that I received. I got a mail from a reader appreciating my work. Her name is Manali. She is really a sweet woman and was happy to read my story. We started talking on Hangout. It was nice talking with her, and we were talking daily. She used to enjoy my description for her and always wanted to keep her face as a secret. She was...

2 years ago
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Pleasant Experience With Shanthi Aunty

Hi friends I am regular reader of ISS since fr 1year after reading this stories decided to express my story which happened in my engg college days me Ravi kumar from Hyderabad age 24 working in MNC About Shanthi aunty she was very sexy age 30 Shanthi aunty, my mother’s brother wife , on return from pune , purchased a flat in our apartment complex and moved in there. He husband, Arun uncle was transferred to Delhi and he had to constantly travel and aunty thought that she may move over to our...

2 years ago
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Pleasant Valley Saturday

Pleasant Valley Saturday At about 11:00 on a warm Saturday morning in early August, Jack Brady opened his front door and stepped out. Jack, a good-looking man in his late forties, was married to Susan. It was just the two of them in the household, as their two adult daughters now lived elsewhere. Jack began walking with a purposeful stride towards the house of his neighbors, the Greens. The Green family consisted of Pete, Adrian, and Tommy. Pete and Adrian were also in their...

2 years ago
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Pleasant party

I’m an imaginative girl, but what with teaching and the extra exams I’ve decided to mark I simply haven’t the time to enjoy owning my new slave as much as I should. I must admit that while I’m in the middle of a lesson and I recall his face as I last kicked his balls or made him drink a cup full of my spit I start to giggle and the kids always ask me what I’m laughing at. It’s good for them to know that their teacher is a bubbly young woman of 26 who enjoys life. Let’s just hope they never...

3 years ago
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The Mom Across The Street

I bought a house a few years ago in what was a predominantly older neighborhood with a few exceptions. One of those exceptions lives right across the street from me. Her name is Gloria and she has two kids. One is a young teenager and the other, a few years younger than that. Since I moved in in the middle of January, I really didn’t meet anybody for the first few months I lived there. Everybody was hibernating for the winter, I included.Well, when spring came around, I started meeting a few of...

MILF
3 years ago
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The Hotel Across the Street

At just 18, I found myself working my ass off just to make it on my own. I had a full time minimum paying job and a part-time job that paid a little more. My girlfriend had moved out just two months into a year long rental agreement. She had been cheating on me while I was at work in our apartment. I had taken out an ad for a roommate a few weeks later. I worked as a pizza cook and helped with truck deliveries during the week. On weekends, I worked for a cleaning company. It was on a Wednesday,...

3 years ago
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Ana picked up in the street

Ana picked up on the streetThat Friday would be my third night home alone. Victor was in a long business trip and he did not even when he could be backing home.On late afternoon I went to the local mall; some shopping would calm me down for sure. I felt really horny; my desire of fucking a good cock was keeping me on fire. But there was nothing I could do than wait for my loving Victor’s coming back home…When I was on my way back, I met a black man on the street.He stared at me from head to...

2 years ago
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Sunday on Sticky Street

SUNDAY ON STICKY STREET NUMBER 1... “Bitch” Michael said to Sam. "You acted like a real slut last night, I thought we were going out for a quiet drink.” “A quiet drink at “The Beating Bishop.” You’ve got to be kidding, there’s no such thing as a quiet drink at the “Bishop” on a Saturday night, you know that. Besides, you got on very well with that Highway Patrol man didn’t you!”Sam replied. “It wasn’t him," Michael replied, "it was all that lovely leather.” He giggled. “Besides, he was much...

Group Sex
1 year ago
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Hosed on the Street

Dashing out of the strip club with $1200 in hand after five hours in the champagne room, I was ready for a night out with Gibson. I called him on my drive home to make sure he was ready to go clubbing. My sexy man was getting dressed when I entered the master bath. He was wearing jeans and a trendy, untucked dress shirt I recently picked up for him at Buckle. I quickly changed into my skinny jeans, a black lace bra, my favorite black blouse that is two sizes too small, and 5" platfrom heels....

Fetish
4 years ago
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easy street

  CHAPTER 1 easy street Couple begins their experiment in chastity.   The first similarity is that I was the one who ordered a chastity device for myself, not knowing whether or not my beautiful wife would be interested in it or not. Also that I sprang it on her not knowing within my own heart just how far I wanted to go with it. The differences are many. I did not order it because my sex life with my wife was unsatisfactory. Nor because I have a remarkably...

BDSM
3 years ago
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The Building at 213 Genesee Street

It was done. A lot of hard work, planning, money and nearly a year of labor went into its making, but as Dave Logan looked upon his creation, he was pleased. The building was exactly as he'd envisioned it. As far as the architect could see, it was his finest piece of work. At six stories high, the structure dominated the small city, and he was certain there wasn't another like it anywhere in the world. Oh, there were other pie shaped buildings in some of the larger cities across the country,...

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