Breakfast on Sunday chapter 1
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Alex I stood before the mirror and admired the view. Me, dressed. Gray suit, white shirt, blue tie, black shoes. Hair combed, my St. Andrew medal visible - I even found the cufflinks Great Aunt Claudia gave me for Christmas a couple years ago. I looked sharp. I looked good anyway, but when I dressed for it, I looked damn good. Mom tapped on my door, "Sweetheart, come on, we're going to be - oh, my!" She stopped and admired the view. "We're going all out this Sunday, aren't we?" "It...
Editor’s Note: The next page is another extract from the journal of Mischa Doeple dated Sunday, December 5th. I guess today was Sunday. There are always more visitors on Sunday than any other day. I never get visitors but that’s a good thing. I never want to see any of my relatives except one and he can’t visit. But today, when I woke up, I was looking forward to seeing Bec’s family or her friends or whoever. How weird is that? I had another bad dream last night. I woke up in the middle...
I tossed around the bed all night trying to decide what I should do about Sonya and in the end I realized that I loved her to much let her go without a fight. I felt that in time, if Sonya was true to her word I would be able to forgive her but I knew that it would be difficult for a while. On Sunday Sonya and I avoided each other around the house all day and barely spoke to each other at dinner. Monday was even harder than Sunday. All day Monday all I could do was worry about what Sonya...
On that Saturday night we played canasta and, of course, we girls won. (Are we dating ourselves? Who even knows what canasta is?) The guys knew nothing about cooking, so confronted with their loss, agreed to cook breakfast the next morning. At least they could scramble eggs and fry up some bacon. We were all dressed for church. The fashion then was fairly short skirts for the ladies and a coat and tie for the guys. Breakfast went ok and the apartment didn't burn down. We made the guys do the...
Yankee Swap, Chapter 11: Sunday Connie didn't wait for Kim to show up at her house Sunday morning. She came in at 7:05 bearing coffee. "Up!" she commanded. "OK Connie, relax! I'm not a Quidditch broom you know!" But Kim did get out of bed. She was wearing a very soft blue tank top dress as a nightgown. Connie had given it to her when they got home from the salon. "Thanks again for this - it worked perfectly as a nightgown." "Nothing's too good for my Kim!" Put on...
We decided to split this chapter up into two parts to make things more enjoyable. I like how this one came out. Characters are showing their true colors now. Part one centers on Allison and Tyler while part two will concentrate on Alison and Camilla as well as bring more of this world into the light. Anyway, like always, thanks and comments are always welcomed. Ideas and suggestions too :3 Chapter was proofread by Luvbuster. Sunday Morning - Chapter 1.5 By: Fire Fly and Rin Ariel...
I AWOKE to a soft kiss on the lips before Mary got up and the thick black curtains were thrown open to the morning light. I blinked and could make out a vision in front of me, a haloed silhouette of a female form in the bright white light of the window. She moved back to the side of the mattress where I lay on the floor of my brother-in-law’s home office. When my eyes focused better, I saw the unbelievably beautiful Mary Jones, even with tousled hair and no make-up, barely dressed in pale...
Sunday morning everyone at Jonson's feasted on the leftovers from Nate's Swedish Breakfast and actually made a dent in them. Then, at eight, everyone assembled in the front yard for the drive to Shallow Chasm. In addition to Adam and me, this included Nadia, Ben, Dan, Olivia, Ginger, Cynthia, Lucy Lastik, Edgar Robinsong, Guido Rabottini from Guido's Quick Fill, Bushman's office clerk Fiona Fledermaus, and Lola Liliuo, the soccer mom with the fake Mohawk. In fact, the whole Liliuo family...
(Sunday morning) Bobby knew that his mother was hitting her steaming point last night while his dad acted like an idiot. In his dreams, he had not stayed to gawk at Mrs Davison. Instead, he had gone after his mother, to comfort her, to let her know that she was still fully as pretty as Annie Layton ever would be. He had wiped the tears off her cheek and she had hugged him. Then she had kissed him, not on the cheek, but on the lips. And then her tongue had entered his mouth. Bobby realized...
Jason and Cecilia only spent a few minutes relaxing before she had to get up, get showered and turn on her duty radio. Midnight was fast approaching, the beginning of her 24-hour shift as duty RA. She would have to go to the front desk at about 11:30, get a briefing from her co-worker going off duty, and fill out a duty roster checklist. She had no illusions of any peace, given that it was a Friday night and the fraternities were in the midst of rush. After he got dressed, Cecilia escorted...
My mother is evil! I mean, really evil. Don’t get me wrong. I love her and all that, and a lot of the time she’s really nice. But when she gets it into her head to give someone a hard time, you do not want to be that someone. This time it was my brother Dan who was in her sights and she was locked, loaded and ready to fire. I guess until I’m older and have had a few hangovers myself, I won’t really understand how evil Mum was that Sunday morning, but I had a pretty good idea when it was...
And here is the continuation of the previous mid chapter part. As always, like and comment. We really appreciate it. It gives us motivation to move forward with the story at a steady pace. Also, thank you Luvbuster for proofing! Sunday Morning - Chapter 1.5 By: Fire Fly and Rin Ariel was trying to keep the events of the past from her mind while she stayed with Camilla. She had convinced herself that it was all a dream, and with how Camilla was acting she was hard pressed to think it...
HI EVERYBODY HAPPY EASTER. WELL IM A TAXI DRIVER DONT USUALY WORK SUNDAYS BUT DID THIS WEEK AND IM REALLY GLAD I DIDPICKED UP 3 LADIES IN THERE 30S GOT TO DESTINATION AND 2 GOT OUT AND I TURNED ROUND TO TELL THE 3RD HOW MUCH IT WAS WHEN SHE SMACKED THE LIPS RITE ON ME 9 THEY WERE THE SOFTEST LIPS EVER JUST WANTED THEM ROUND MY COCK STRAIGHT AWAY)SHE SAID WILL U COME BACK FOR US AT 3AM AND WE WILL DROP THE 2 PALS OFF 1ST AFTER WE DROP THEM U CAN TAKE ME HOME SHE SAID. SO I AGREED HOW COULD I SAY...
Now here I was years later listening to a Sunday morning sloppy 'lurve' programme, which was telling me she wanted to contact me again. I was not in a relationship, though I had a couple of girlfriends who were friends-with-benefits. They felt it was too early for them to be committed long term to anyone. Beth and Julie were good friends and each knew the other was sleeping with me, and I was happy as I was, who wouldn't be? I wondered what good it would do to see Nicola. Why did she...
"Mmph..." Jamie moaned as she forced her tired eyes open. A quick glance at the clock made her sigh- it was 5:45am, a time that up until recently, the 26 year old woman would have balked at, especially on a cold, wet Sunday morning in December. However, Jamie didn't hesitate to swing her smooth, slender legs out of her bed, wrap a warm dressing gown around her shivering body and pad the short distance down the landing towards the reason for her being awake so early. "Hey, hey cutie..."...
Waking up after his big Saturday night with Jennifer, Mike was looking forward to a relaxing Sunday. Watch football in the morning. Work out in the afternoon. Watch football at night. "The usual." Perfect. Not that Mike needed much more to be relaxed. He was pretty relaxed already, having come three times the previous night. That was something for a man who was getting older—and starting to feel it. Glad to know I've still got it in me. Jennifer was getting ready to pick up...
In the early morning Early got out of bed and went through his routine of showering, shaving and getting dressed. It was Sunday but the thought of going to Church struck him as being incongruous given the current situation so he dressed in old Levis and pullover shirt. Following his set routine, he made the bed and straightened up the room before going downstairs. It being the guest room was not lost on Early. "I feel like a stranger in my own home" he thought sadly. "I might have to get...
For the last few days President Trump had been on a Twitter rampage, demanding that the NFL players stand during the anthem, demanding the team owners and coaches fire them if they didn’t, and promising dire actions otherwise. Both Jack and I were getting slammed left and right, me for not complaining about the football players’ protests and Jack for not doing more. He was also bitching about Puerto Rico, primary elections, and fake news. No wonder he wasn’t doing his job - he was spending...
Sunday Melinda, Katie, Carl and I picked up Leah at the airport on Sunday morning. She got an early flight in, and with the two hour drive to Orlando, we would get to the condo right about check-in time. I waved to Leah as soon as she got off the plane. She ran over and gave me a big hug. I held her tight and gave her a friendly kiss. Melinda watched along with Katie and Carl. Even though she had talked Leah into coming down and had spoken to her before, I knew Melinda could be mean and...
Christmas is really the only time my siblings and I, Kevin Connors, find ourselves together in our parents' house. This particular year, Patrick was bringing his steady girlfriend, Marie, before driving away the day after Christmas to her parents' place. Seemed it was getting serious between them. I was somewhat surprised that my parents assigned them the guest bedroom, leaving Lorraine and I to fight over the remaining bedroom with a double bed. We tossed a coin and I lost. I was not...
Sunday mornings in the Constantini house had traditionally been rather quiet affairs. People rose late, and while in the past Roger had often left to play golf, lately he had been staying home more and more, watching sports on television, rather than getting out and playing himself. Carol and Niki had never been the church going types, so when their families merged, they continued with their usual late breakfast, sometimes going shopping or to a movie. Carol rose later than normal, brushing...
1865 Despite the late August heat, Sunday dinner at the French's large farmhouse, which lay less than a mile away "as the crow flies," turned out to be a pleasant affair. Mr. French insisted that Robert and Seth doff their coats and roll up their sleeves as soon as they arrived, and his sweating cook served a meal of cold fried chicken, German potato salad, pickled string beans and thin-sliced beets with onions along with tall glasses of cold milk, iced cider and fresh-baked bread. All...
The good professor showed about 8AM, went to the artifacts tent and was figuratively speechless. Professors are seldom literally bereft of vocal cords. He donned Nitrile gloves and scrutinized each blank extensively. He held each to the sun and commented about the clarity of the obsidian. Gil was taking notes in Gregg as fast as she could. Impossible terms like no inclusions, perfectly matched percussion flaking, inability to decide on a reverse side fell like raindrops in a...
Sunday, August 22, 2010 The sound of the door opening woke Jake. When he opened his eyes he was confused for a second. Oh, yes, he was in Lizzie’s bed. He smiled at his recollections. He was lying on his back. Lizzie was pressed against him, her head on his shoulder, her breasts pushed into his side, a leg thrown over one of his. He felt her pubic hair against his thigh. It was all very nice. The squeak of hinges made Jake looked around. Emily was staring at him from the doorway, a broad...
Sunday morning I woke up spooned with Beth—a position I hoped I'd be able to repeat often. "You awake, my princess?" "Don't bother me. I'm living happily ever after," she groaned as I started to give her a morning back rub. It was during that rub that I realized something that made me really think about Beth and I. I'd given a lot of girls back rubs, as a matter of fact in my little group I was thought of as the guy to go to for a rub. But with every one of those I'd had at least a...
Introduction: Mrs Maggie Henderson is the pastors wife who out of growing sexual frustration seduces a fellow church member Clay Nicholas who use to attend her Sunday School group, but will an unexpected house visit later in the day threaten to turn the small Christian community upside down. (told from the boys perspective) Mrs Maggie Henderson The Pastors Wife and Sunday School Teacher The Pastors Wife I was brought up to go to church and believe that there is a God who will send me to hell...
I love to write stories with other people, and this one is no exception. I typically don't post these because they can be considered more fap material than actual stories, however this story felt different. I wrote this with my friend, and unlike most stories, we took our time, though some may disagree and call this rushed. We tried our hand at mixing in suspense, and I feel that it works. We didn't make a hard effort to polish this, so if there are grammar mistakes, which there...
“He’s asleep, come with me,” whispered Jackie in Dave’s ear. Dave stood carefully, looked at the slumbering George and tip-toed out of the conservatory. Jackie eased the door shut, being careful not to let the latch click. They moved more quickly into the hallway where Jackie turned, put her arms around Dave’s neck and kisses him greedily.“Don’t worry he’ll sleep for hours.” She led him upstairs.About a year before, Dave had been sitting at the bar of ‘The Winner’ just coming up to eleven...
CheatingThis story begins in 2006. I was coming up on a move from Anchorage, Alaska to Columbia, South Carolina. I decided to use some online dating sites to maybe lay some groundwork to hook up with some women in SC. I had started talking to this (as I saw in photos) extremely cute, busty 18 year old girl. We shall call her Diane for the sake of anonymity. We talked casually for a few months via Yahoo messenger and grew to know quite a bit about each other. She was a big fan of my favorite band...
Toni drove out the Diagonal Highway in the Sunday sunshine; few cars on the road, the still-green wild grasses swaying on the fields. At the turnoff for Niwot, she bumped over the tracks and drove through the sleepy village to Ned's house. When she turned into the drive, the garage door swung up; the space next to Ned's car was empty. Toni chuckled and drove in, the door beginning to swing down behind her. When she stepped out of the car, Ned was standing in the doorway in t-shirt and...
It felt so warm and cozy cuddled together as we slowly descended from the high of our wonderful lovemaking. We were under a sheet, me with my feet sticking out, and one leg over Mark's hip with his damp cock resting on my other leg. "Mmm, I just love our Sunday mornings. No rush, rested-up, your nice hard-on in bed next to me; it's just perfect." "Well, it's not quite so hard now. That was nice, Deb, really nice. I love us being together. That we found each other." "If you're nice...
"Ummm ... Hmmphhh ... Ohhhh..." I woke up to the sound of my mom moaning loudly above the muffled squeaking of her bed. It took me a couple seconds of blinking and looking around in the dark, and I was momentarily confused because I could have sworn Angie was with me. We'd been naked and I'd been on top of her again, like I'd been after Mom had left for work, except this time I'd been touching her pussy with mine. I mean, like on the inside, you know? My pussy had been inside hers...
A Football Sunday to Remember!! Like every Sunday it's a day of NFL Football at our house, My husband Terry watches it every Sunday and I too love the game but I wanted to go and do something else this Sunday so I bugged him all week let's do something different this Sunday. So Friday he said we are going to a party this Sunday as a compromise. He said it'll be fun not exactly what I wanted but why not. So Sunday came, Terry told me to dress in my short-short skirt and my Pittsburgh...
Sunday Morning Part 1 She was shaken awake. It was Sunday. She knew what to do. She went to the bathroom with her pile of clothes and prepared. She showered and did her hair just so, she had shaved in the shower......completely bare this week...she would surprise him.? She bent and slipped a garter belt on running her hands over her very smooth Mont de Venus thinking how nice it felt, so soft and smooth, she would not wear nickers today. She felt a shiver of excitement as she thought of her...
We went to the bedroom and the bed was ready with pillows for the fireworks, what our ANR love would bring to us. I was no longer an ANR virgin so I was confident. Olga said, "If you want I could give you oral sex first, because my breast isn't yet full of milk and you'll be able to build up your own fluid." I told her, "I like that idea." "I gave you pineapple for lunch so your sperm will be very tasty for me. It's like what happens to my breast milk when I eat chili." My cock...
Her name is Mrs. Jones. She was my Sunday school teacher and confirmation teacher. She was very prim and proper. Neat tidy business style dresses. She was thin with dark brown hair. She always took classes very seriously, but she was always staring at me during class. One Sunday morning,when I was 13, she told me to stay after and help her pick up, which I found odd, since her son was there. He was actually a friend of mine. But I knew better than to make waves at church. When her son had gone...
416 A SUNDAY SHOP GIRL REMEMBERS (PT2)(See 196 Sunday shop girl 1)Sadly, this is a very true story. It was sent to me by a lass that is now, a nurse in north America, where she moved to too escape these folk as soon as she was able Anne-Marrie (as we know from part 1) had been coached from an innocent young virgin to a used young lady, still a virgin technically but no longer the innocent, unable though because of the trap she had fallen into to tell anyone and wrapped in the shame of the web...
The Sunday Coin Toss The Toss As I watched, the coin seemed to flip in slow motion as it looped lazily through the air. It was Jane's turn to call it, and this time the said “tails” just as the quarter reached the apex of its flight. As the coin began the drop into my hand, before it even landed, I sensed I had lost the toss. A sense of excitement sent a rush of adrenaline into my stomach. Tails it was. Jane smiled with a sense of satisfaction, as if she had been waiting for this moment....
TransHi guys this is a fictional story about my mom and her lover. Hope it will make you horny. And it was as Sunday again and as usual my mom had a plan outside. I always wonder where she is going so early, that too on Sunday. That day I decided to follow her as I was so curious to know. I wanted to know where she is going. My dad was as resting, which he always does on Sunday, that is what a working man is supposed to do on weekend, but not my mom. Even though she is a working lady, she does not...
Incest100% fiction! Like every Sunday it's a day of NFL Football at Vicky's house, My husband Paul watches it every Sunday and I too love the game but I wanted to to go and do something 1 sunday so I bugged him all week let's do something this Sunday...So Friday he said we are going to a party this Sunday as a compromise...He said it'll be fun..not exactly what I wanted but why not...So Sunday came, Paul told me to dress in my short plad skirt and my raider halter top and heels, I'm like isn't this...
Group SexAlright. Here is chapter 4 of this odd tale. Hope everyone likes it so far. Still having fun with it. After this chapter, Rin and I are going to make a bit of a side story involving a character in this chapter. That will allow us to show off the darker side of this town. Anyways, enjoy the read, and don't forget to comment and leave some sort of review. Even a simple "I liked this story" would be nice to hear once in a while. We also want to make sure everyone understands this story. If...
A mother's intrusion on her son's privacy happens once too often By Oediplex 8==3~ {Adult literature. The author neither advocates nor encourages any illegal or harmful activities which may damage oneself or another; either physically or emotionally or in any other way. If you find sexual fantasies offensive, you are free not to continue reading this story. This story is based on real people, real situations and real desires.} [I have always found the scene in “American Taboo”,...
Neither the aroma of flowers decorating the altar nor the underlying familiarity of the surrounds-rows of pews left and right, altar in the middle, organ on the right, choir on the left-were much help in alleviating my nervousness. It wasn't going to church for the first time since adolescence that bothered me so much as being among a crowd of people once again. The church I grew up with was a dark, musty, unpleasant place, but this newer building had a good deal of glass at the entry, making...
It was Saturday, and yet Tyler was wearing his Sunday best. He wore a white, button down dress shirt with black dress pants. He also wore a red tie and dress shoes. His hair was combed, and his face was cleaned. Looking in the mirror, he felt uncomfortable in these clothes. Spending most of his time in female clothing, he began to notice how rough the material was in contrast to some of the silk things he wore for Allison. That wasn't the only reason why he was uncomfortable. After what...
Jennifer awoke more relaxed and rested than she had in weeks. Mike was still sleeping. She looked at him and smiled. Sleepy head! Well, I can't say you didn't earn it. Jennifer and Mikey had a busy Sunday ahead of them: not one, but two birthday parties. They would be gone all day. But first, Jennifer had to pick Mikey up. Jennifer hopped in the shower. As she thought about what she'd done there with Mike not long before, she felt tingly from more than just the warm, pulsing water....
They lay naked in bed after breakfast on a lazy Sunday. They were quiet together, side by side, occasionally touching - her breast, his thigh - enjoying the closeness. Ed rolled onto his elbow, looking into Dana's face, haloed by her rich brown hair. "Tell me something?" "What?" "What do you think about when we make love?" She looked up at him evenly. He didn't seem to be playing a game. "How serious are you?" She lifted a little to brush his lips with hers, reassuring him. His...
Davy sat there against the brick wall of his bedroom, his pizza forgotten on the plate as he smacked his head against the stucco walls to get the tears to stop. His mind was racing in a million directions, and he felt himself crashing into another pool of despair. Grabbing his pillow, he curled up in the corner and cried for a normal life, a life without all the pain, hopelessness, confusion and loneliness he suffered from. His last thought as he finally fell asleep was about the new...
I woke up Sunday excited about my plans for the day. I was finally taking Leslie out on a real date. We had spent a fair amount of time together before, but that was just as friends. Before Friday night, neither of us had expressed any feelings of wanting to take things further than that. Now that it was out in the open that we both wanted more out of our relationship than plain old friendship, things would probably get much more interesting. I called Leslie first to set up a time for me to...
Sunday morning I decided to put my plan in motion for giving my sister, Cara, a little treat. I had decided that I owed her a favor or two for the way she have helped me out with Leslie so I wanted to do a little something for her. I knew she would love to go to the high school Homecoming Dance even though she was only in eighth grade and I had a guy in mind to set her up with. Who knows? maybe they would hit it off. There was a freshman named Ken Spencer that took guitar lessons from the...
"Geese Max, it's the cops," Mike said. "It's not the real cops. It's the cop in Atwood's pocket. I can't go out with this," I said putting the shotgun down. "But you stay close to it. Video it all and if he shoots me, kill his ass, If he roughs me up, just get it on film and hide it." "Got it," Mike said. I walked onto the porch and spoke to the middle aged balding man who stepped from the Ford Crown Victoria with police written on the side. "Hello officer what can I do for...
This Sunday started out as a more normal day for us. We went to church after a lazy breakfast. chatted with a lot of friends. Occasionally during the service Peggy would lean over and draw my attention to a couple and say, "I have heard they swing. Would you like her?" I would smile and whisper in her ear, "Definitely... but you just want to fuck him, don't kid me." It wasn't very spiritual but it was a lot of fun. At one point I whispered to Peggy, "I bet you would love to fuck...
Saturday I woke up some time in the middle of the night. Rolling out of the big bed, I felt Melinda stir next to me. I gently kissed her on the cheek and whispered in her ear, "I'll be right back, honey. Go back to sleep." She mumbled something incoherent and then started snoring softly. In the dark, I fumbled around the bathroom, emptied my bladder and headed back to bed. That's when I heard voices talking softly from the other room. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I...
I slept until nearly 11am after such an amazing day and beautiful night on the Saturday. I felt the warmth of Dawn curled up tight against my chest as she slept, maybe trying to find protection from the cancer growing inside of her. Resting my head on one hand I ran my other hand over the smooth skin of her warm shoulders and slow down the curve of her back and into the tight crack of her bum before lifting up onto her hip. Dawn started to stir under the quilt as I ran my hand over her...
Sunday morning Donna woke up with a shock. Her body tensed in a single second. “HMMM, HHMM.” She tried to scream. She looked wide eyed into the brightly lit room of the hotel. Someone was pushing something in her ass! She tried to move but found she was bound spread eagle belly down on the master bed. Screaming was impossible as she had a large uncomfortable ball gagging her mouth. She lifted her head and looked back. She saw Ms. Brendan dressed in some fetish suit pushing a tube into her...
By the beginning of March 2008 I knew, without any lingering doubt. Actually I knew by the middle of February. The niggle of worry left over from the New Year's Eve party just disappeared one morning, and I gave it another month to be absolutely sure. By March I was. I looked back on our time together since we arrived at the house just before the New Year, and it was, as always, as if we'd been together for years. Rather, it was as if we'd both been adrift for years and now we were home....
Sunday morning at Fratelli’s meant buckwheat pancakes. Maria made blueberry sauce, the kids set the table and Vern turned out pancakes as fast as possible. Now that the family’s sexual issues were out in the open, dress was pretty casual, with Patti wearing just a tee shirt and Maria in her shorty robe. It was a warm day, and the men were wearing shorts and loose shirts. When the cooking was nearly done, they sat down to devour the thin, brown cakes, licking their fingers and...
Sunday, June 3, 2007 Our astronomer couldn't do nighttime photography of the UAV because it moved too fast for the long exposure times the ordinary camera required, but nighttime was good in one respect, because our radar tracked the UAV breaking off its orbits to head almost straight south (slightly east of south; at about 170 degrees), returning about four hours later. We didn't actually know that it'd "returned" four hours later, but it was a good guess. Once it'd left, the best our...
Awareness arrived on a wave of peaceful pleasure. Conscious thought arrived shortly thereafter. Sunday morning. Nothing to do. Golden morning sun lit the bedroom. I could feel it warming the bedcovers over me. Scent filled the air, light and delicate, floral; Cassie's perfume still lingering from last night. I held her. She was curled up like a child, asleep, her breathing only detectable by the movement of her back. I was spooning her, my knees curled up, my groin nestled against her firm...