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Alec and Amy had known each other in high school. They had both gone to college and moved on to adult lives. What Alec didn’t know was that Amy had fallen madly in love with him in high school and had never recovered from it. She was a year behind him and had not developed physically, while he was a stud upperclassman on his way to college and success. As their lives went in different directions, she kept up with his every move, hoping that someday she would connect with him again.

That opportunity had presented itself several weeks ago when they both attended a party. Amy knew him at once and he had no clue who she was. She had no trouble seducing Alec and within days was enjoying the wild, erotic relationship with him that she had always wanted.

One afternoon they had met for lunch. Both of them had been so excited and sexually aroused that they made excuses to avoid going back to work, ending up in Alec’s apartment, drinking wine and talking about their past.

Amy was telling Alec about her years in college. “I told my roommate about the time in the girls bathroom when Dawn was telling about you going down on her and how hot I got and how I put my hand down in my panties and put my fingers inside my pussy just thinking about you and Dawn. Then I told her about the time I actually saw the two of you having sex and …”

Alec interrupted her saying, “When did you see Dawn and me having sex? You never told me about that.”

Amy looked at him for a second and then said, “Well, no. I guess I haven’t. Would you like for me to tell you about it now?”

“Yes I certainly would,” Alec said, trying to imagine how she could ever have seen them together outside school.

“Do you remember that Dawn had a pool in her backyard? And do you ever remember having sex with Dawn in her back yard?” she asked.

“Probably more than once, as I recall,” he said.

“There was one more incident in the ladies room,” Amy confessed. “Just like the first time, I was in one of the stalls when Dawn and Alison came into the room. I ducked back into the stall and just listened. They were jabbering about this and that and were talking about the two them bringing their dates – that would have been you and Bobby – over to Dawn’s house that night to swim and soak in the hot tub,” Amy told him.

“Alison asked Dawn if she was going to have sex with you and Dawn said that she probably would if her parents weren’t too close. Then Dawn asked Alison if she and Bobby would like to watch. When Alison got excited and said ‘yes,’ Dawn said she would do it if Alison and Bobby would fuck and let her watch,” Amy recalled.

“I can tell you, Alec, I was getting excited all over again, but didn’t make a sound. I wanted to hear every word they had to say. Dawn told Alison that she and Bobby should stay in the tub and she would take you over by her little sister’s playhouse and ‘do you’ over there. Then when you guys were through, you would get back in the hot tub and they could go over by the playhouse and ‘do it.’ That’s when I came up with my plan,” Amy told him with a smile.

“What plan,” Alec asked.

Amy grinned and told him, “I decided that I just had to see you naked. I wanted to see your cock. So I decided that I would find some way to watch. Early that evening I drove over to Dawn’s neighborhood and found her house. When it was dark I found a way to get into her backyard without being seen. After I got back there I found what she referred to as her little sister’s playhouse. I discovered that I could get inside the little house without being cramped and situated myself with my face close to a window. There were some blankets inside the little house so I just made myself comfortable and hoped that when you guys showed up you wouldn’t be able to see me. I was nervous and scared, but I was also excited.”

Amy shifted her position a little and then continued her story, “I think that I went to sleep when a noise woke me up. I peeked out the little window just in time to see you and Dawn stepping into the hot tub. Then Alison and Bobby got in. I lay there very quietly hoping you couldn’t see me. After about 15 minutes I felt fairly comfortable that it was dark where I was and no one was going to spot me.”

“It was about then that I noticed that Dawn was kissing on your ear and whispering to you and you kept glancing toward the house. Since I already knew Dawn’s plan I assumed that she was suggesting that the two of you get out of the tub. A little more time passed and Dawn got out of the tub by herself and walked very close to the playhouse. I could see her very well and could also hear her. She was telling you to get out and come to her. You said something about you were afraid that her parents would look out and see. She said that you were silly and that she had already checked and that they couldn’t see where she was. Then she said that she would prove it and took off the top of her suit.”

“I could see that your eyes were glued to her. I could also tell that Alison and Bobby were watching. Then Dawn slipped the rest of her suit off and was standing there completely naked. She started rubbing her hands over her breasts and said that you should join her,” Amy recalled. “Pretty soon you hopped out of the hot tub and walked over to her. I decided that you were more interested in her naked body than you were in her parents.”

“When you reached Dawn she dropped down on her knees and pulled your trunks down. I almost made a noise when I saw your cock. It was so hard and angry looking. I could see something shinny on the end. Dawn took the head of your dick into her mouth. I wanted to run over to her and pull her away so that I could do it, but I stayed quiet,” Amy told her story. “I was certain that I could do a better job.”

She continued, “Then you pulled Dawn up on her feet and pushed her over to the playhouse. The two of you were just inches from my face. You pushed Dawn forward so that her arms were resting on the roof of the playhouse and she was leaning forward. I was looking out between her legs when you pushed your cock inside her. My face was so close that I could smell both of you,” she said.

Alec thought that Amy was lost in her memory, excited to be reliving the moment.

“I was so excited that I had my hand inside my panties and was rubbing myself before I knew what I was doing,” Amy continued. “You were shoving your cock inside her and pulling it out. When you pulled out I could see it shinning from Dawn’s wetness and I could hear her moaning while you were grunting.”

“Then you started pumping really hard and fast. The faster you pumped the faster I rubbed myself. Your balls were waving back and forth and I could hear your skin slapping against Dawn’s ass as you slammed into her. Then suddenly you pulled out of her and pushed your cock along the outside of her slit and started to cum. I was startled because I had never seen a man cum before,” Amy told him as if she was in a dream world.

“It shot out of you like a rocket and pulsed several times before you moaned and collapsed on Dawn’s back,” Amy said, “I didn’t move even though I must have had my fingers at least two inches up inside my dripping wet pussy. I watched breathlessly as the two of you slowly got up and put your swimsuits back on and walked back to the hot tub. As you walked away I felt something on my cheek. I put my fingers up and found it was a drop of your cum. It had shot through the window and a little was on my cheek and a little on my blouse. I wiped it up it up with my finger and put it into my mouth. It tasted so good that I began to hate Dawn.”

Alec could see that Amy’s skin was flushed as she continued to talk. “When the two of you got back into the tub, Alison said something about how sexy you two were to watch and suggested to Bobby that the two of them should return the favor and put on a show. Bobby quickly climbed out of the tub and walked close to the playhouse and lay down in the grass on his back. He looked back toward the tub and said to Alison, “OK. I’m ready … It’s your turn now.”

“Alison got out of the tub and walked slowly over to Bobby. She took a quick look at the house and then moved to a position with one foot on each side of Bobby’s chest. Water was dripping down on him from her suit. She reached back and untied the top of her two piece suit and tossed it onto the top of the playhouse. With her back toward the tub she took her bottoms off and tossed them next to her top. She slowly turned so that you and Dawn could get a full look at her.”

Amy looked into Alec’s eyes and said, “I have to admit that she had a great body. She looked down at Bobby and noticed that he had a very large bulge in his trunks. She spread her legs apart so that he was looking straight up into her pussy and she asked him what he saw. He told her that he would like a closer look and she gave him one. She squatted down so that her pussy was about two inches from his mouth. From my position I could see that her pussy lips were puffy and pulled apart.”

“Bobby lifted his head slightly and ran his tongue along her slit and continued to do that for a while. I could see that Alison was looking at you and Dawn and I think that she was probably twisting her nipples. Finally Bobby reached up and pulled her down on his face. His nose was about an inch from her rosebud and I could hear him making slurping sounds and I assure you that I was mesmerized by what they were doing.” Amy took a sip of wine and continued, “Then she started grabbing for his cock like a parched man reaching for water. As soon as she had managed to get his cock out of his trunks she dove down on top of it and began bobbing her head up and down.”

Again Amy shifted her position. Each time she moved her skirt moved a little higher up her legs. Alec was getting very excited listening to her tell the story even though he remembered it almost as well as Amy was telling it. Just listening to her tell it had him hard as a rock. He couldn’t decide if he wanted her to continue with the story or to stop so that he could rip her clothes off.

While he was thinking, she continued. “After just a few seconds, Bobby pushed her up and he rolled out from under her. Leaving her on her hands and knees he moved behind her and said softly, ‘Now I’m gonna fuck you like a dog.’ He said it so softly that I’m certain you couldn’t hear him in the tub, but I could. It was very exciting to see and hear. As he positioned himself on his knees behind her I could see that her pussy lips were more swollen and very wet. He held his cock and moved it up and down her slit. Alison dropped her head down and almost hissed at him as she said, ‘damn you Bobby. Push it in now!’ He backed off just a little and rammed it into her.”

Amy recalled, “Alison’s head shot straight up and she gasped. She was so loud that I looked out my window to see if anyone heard her. That’s when I noticed that Dawn was sitting very near to you, watching the mating couple intensely and rubbing her palm across your chest. I looked back at Bobby when I heard the sounds of their fucking. My panties were so wet that I thought that maybe I had wet myself. He just kept ramming into her. He had his hands on her hips and was pushing her forward and pulling her back.”

When I looked back at you and Dawn I saw her hand slid down your chest and below the water. I thought that maybe she had grabbed your cock and was jerking you off when I saw that she had taken your hand and put it between her legs. It looked by the way she moved that while she was watching Alison and Bobby she had spread her legs and was getting you to do it to her.”

Alec did remember what happened that night. How could he ever forget? And Amy was absolutely correct. Dawn had become so excited watching Alison and Bobby that she had pulled the bottoms of her swimsuit off, grabbed his hand and pushed his fingers into her pussy. He remembered wanting to get into a position to give her a better finger-fuck, but not wanting to look obvious if her parents should look out the window. He said to Amy, “I think I remember this. What happened next?”

Amy continued her story with a far-away look on her beautiful face. “I remember turning my eyes back to Bobby when I heard him start to make a groaning sound. He had slowed his pumping to long deep thrusts. Then suddenly he pulled his cock out of her and began to shoot his load on her ass. He held it in his hand and shot gush after gush of cum onto her ass. His juice was running down the crack of her ass.”

She remembered, “Bobby moved his cock over and began to run it up and down the crack of her butt in all of that hot cum. Alison’s head was down and she was making sort of a whimpering sound. Then I heard Bobby say, ‘I know what you want now.’ He moved his dickhead that was covered in cum over to her rosebud and gave it a push. I was so close to them that I could actually see the head of his cock disappear in her asshole.”

Amy looked at Alec and said very honestly, “The idea of taking a cock in the ass had never occurred to me, but at the moment it was incredibly erotic. His cock must have still been fairly hard because after he pushed the head inside her, Alison pushed back on him and it was obvious that she wanted more. Again he grabbed her hips and pushed his cock deeper inside of her. It was so well lubricated that it slid in easily. I could see Alison’s face and it was very clear that she liked what was happening and she began to push and pull her ass to make him give her more. Their actions had me spellbound.”

“I have no idea what you and Dawn were doing because I couldn’t take my eyes off Alison. It looked to me like she was enjoying this more than the regular kind of sex. She put one of her hands down around her clit and within just a few seconds starting making noises like she was having an orgasm. Then she slumped forward and lay on the grass. Bobby dropped down beside her and they lay side by side still breathing very hard and sweating like they had run five miles. To tell you the truth, I felt as tired as they must have been. I lay back and could feel my own heavy breathing. Within a few minutes I fell asleep.”

“When I woke up, all of you were gone. I quietly moved out of my hiding place and made my way back to my car without being spotted by any of Dawn’s neighbors,” Amy said as she concluded her story. She stopped talking and looked at Alec and asked him, “Do you remember that night?”

“Yes, I do,” he replied. “But I certainly had no idea that anyone was watching. I remember that I was unbelievably nervous. Dawn’s parents were in the house and they had a habit of checking up on us from time to time. I remember that when Alison and bobby had finished, Dawn wanted to have sex right there in the hot tub, but I was just too nervous. So we got out of the tub and left to go to our favorite parking spot.”

He recalled, “Dawn was so worked up that she was completely naked by the time we reached our special place and was masturbating. I don’t think I ever saw her doing that before or after that night. I think that she had cum twice by the time I turned the car engine off. I remember that I got in the backseat of my car and I was sitting there trying to get my pants off when she came over the front seat and got on top of me. She started fucking me like I had never seen her do it before. It was like I wasn’t even there. It was more like she was just using my body. My car was actually moving back and forth. She was moaning so loud that I became nervous again that someone was going to hear. It was really wild, but I know that she enjoyed it more than I did.”

Alec knew that it was never a good idea to tell one woman about having sex with another woman, but he just had a feeling that Amy wanted to hear what he was saying.

As she had been talking Alec had refilled their wine glasses from time to time. He got up and walked into the kitchen with the now empty bottle. “How ‘bout I open another bottle?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said as she got off of the couch and walked over to look out of his sliding glass door. Alec could see her as he found another bottle of Merlot and began to open it. He was admiring how beautiful she was as he began to twist in the corkscrew. Amy had her back to him with her legs spread slightly apart. He was admiring her legs when he noticed that she was slowly pulling her skirt up. When her ass was completely exposed and without turning around she said, “Alec. Will you do something for me?”

He stood there motionless watching her. Her legs were far enough apart that he could see the puffy lips of her pussy. He could see that they were shinny and moist. He answered, “I’ll do anything for you, Amy.”

She again paused a few seconds and continued to hold her skirt up, gently swaying from side to side. “Alec,” she said again, “I want you to fuck me the way that Bobby fucked Alison 16 years ago. Will you do that for me?” She still didn’t turn around. “Alec,” she said, “I’ve been thinking about the way they fucked for all these years and I’ve thought about you doing it to me. Will you?”

Without saying a word Alec put the wine bottle down and slowly walked up behind Amy. He put one hand on each of her ass cheeks and squeezed slightly. He put his lips against her neck and kissed her. He turned her around, took her by the hand and walked her back to his bedroom. When he reached the side of his bed he turned and undressed her. Without speaking he undressed himself. They were both naked and facing each other. His cock was straight and hard and her nipples were erect. He turned her to face his bed and stood behind her, his cock pressing against her ass. He leaned to her and said, “We don’t have any grass, so these sheets will have to do.”

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A Special Memory By Milik the Red Life has its ups and downs and I have of late been in a period of change and reflection. Among those changes have been thoughts and emotions that have kept me away from writing for some time, but as with all passions my desire to write has rekindled within my heart and I find myself looking to my own past for the spark of inspiration. I find myself looking back some thirty years to the days of my youth. Days filled with the nervous insecurities that a boy in...

1 year ago
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A New Favorite Memory

I always remember the first no matter how many times I get to watch. Every time I see her fucking I remember seeing that first cock push her lips apart, hearing her initial cries as it slipped inside her horny cunt. Seeing how wet she was, seeing her juices coating his entire shaft. Remembering how she had sucked him first, looking at me as she took his cock in her mouth, stroking the wet shaft while she sucked his balls. How she lay down for him, pulled him on top of her. Seeing her legs...

3 years ago
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From my memory

I lay in my bed, propped up with precisely3 pillows behind my head and back. The time was ticking between day and night as I sat and watched several different movies. The time has passed slowly, and yet you are still not here. I unconsciously watch the USA and Canada hockey game, knowing where you are you are watching it as well. That’s the closest I can get to you. I have not felt your touch in months, your kisses are faintly remembered, your touch is unfamiliar, and I long for you to come...

2 years ago
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1 Great Memory

1 Great MemoryBy: Londebaaz Chohan The Liberty, International Airport; Newark, NJ or the Newark city in NJ, none of these is new to me. I used to live in Newark NJ little over 5 years ago. The mother fucking city was dirty, smelly and crimes ridden even then but except one small portion across the rail road tracks where most of the hard working white collar migrant people lived; ready to fuck any criminal element in a flash to keep their community clean and safe. I rented 2 rooms from such a...

3 years ago
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WHAT A MEMORY

WHAT A MEMORYBy: Londebaaz ChohanLangdon; although very old and very sick, remembers and tells this to all his buddies like he won the gold medal in Aeronautical Science and that too when he was hardly 18 and had not even studied a word about this science. He admits of having no girlfriend then and being a freelancer providing the services of his cock to all needy cunts and young asses alike; just to get the relieve for his sexual tensions and truly wanting to be a known as a bull for all needy...

2 years ago
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Teen Age Memory

Teen Age MemoryBy: LondebaazIt amazes me today to remind myself that my 2 years older sister Ally and I were both in high school wrestling team and we both have been enjoying wrestling as sports and great exercise. We even watched wrestling entertainment on the tube quite often. Like most siblings we horsed around a lot at younger age playing and pretending to lock arms and pin the other person. As Ally matured, she became a very attractive girl but still she enjoyed horsing around with me;...

4 years ago
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Sarahs Feet A Fond Memory

I found this pic a while back and it reminded me of a great true account, and a fond memory from my past. The girl in this pic looks almost EXACTLY like the girl who pretty much made my foot fetish official when I was about 15 and she was 14. I thought I'd share the story in a casual way (and I'll try to keep it short and sweet if I can) for you foot lovers who may enjoy the sentiment. So without further ado.. I think I was in about the 7th grade when I started noticing girls' feet and feeling...

1 year ago
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One last memory

It had been almost 5 years since the last time we saw each other. Jenn hadn't changed much. She is what most consider a little on the bigger side but she it very good looking Mexican woman. Beautiful shoulder length brown hair and piercing green eyes on top of the large boobs and round butt that comes with a big beautiful women. Dressed in a tight black dress and with what must of been her husband in tow she made her way across room and sat next to me at the bar. The 3 of us exchanged awkward...

3 years ago
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Memory

Memory By Angel Hailee "Wake up." "Huh? Who said that? Its so bright... can't see." "Don't worry, just wake up." "Um... okay..." "You can leave your eyes closed for now... just wake up." "Okay... I'm up... I think." "Yes, you are. Can you open your eyes?" "I think so... yeah... its okay... can't see too well... everything's blurry." "Maybe you need glasses." "But I've never had them before." "People's eyes change." "True." "Do you remember your...

2 years ago
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Oh what a Memory

This is the writing of a memory that in my life will always cherish. The event is true, though the names have been changed to protect anonymity.   My day started as usual, getting up at the break of dawn clad only in a pair of loose fitting and putting coffee on sitting down at the computer listening to the familiar whirring as it booted. Waiting for the coffee to finish I logged on to my favorite news sight, all the while thinking about what the day held as well as the way last...

Straight Sex
1 year ago
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What Happens In Vegas Stays Burned In My Memory

--------------------------------------------- She came through the revolving door as if she were gliding on air. She had an elegance that belied her age ... just 24 ... and her smooth stride somehow masked the fact that she was 6-foot 2-inches in her heels. A few steps in, she stopped. She told me she was a model but people lie so often I didn't expect the claim to be true. But she most certainly was runway material. Her leather-clad legs were miles long. Her hips, while slender, tapered...

2 years ago
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An Incestuous Episode a Pleasant Memory

"For the sake of everyone involved, I'd rather not go into the details of the things that happened leading up to this because to do so, could point to our real identities and the last thing in the world that I would want is for anyone to find out. For the same reason, I've changed our real names too. However, that first night between daddy and I is etched in my mind and it was the most wonderful night of my life and because of that, I just wanted to put it in writing. Once I did that, I...

1 year ago
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Rathichechi A Sweet Memory

I am Rajendran and I was 18 years when this real incident happened on Nov 2,my 18th birthday. Now I am settled as a computer engineer in Gulf with my family and enjoying a very good family life but still I am cherishing the fantasy sometimes because I cannot forget my first lovemaking with my fantasy lady. It was with my fantasy lady, JAYABHARATHI, the famous actress of Malayalam. Now I have the film in CD and sometimes I used to watch it my computer. My wife knows regarding my crush about...

1 year ago
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In Loving Memory

Part 1 It was about 11:30 p.m. and my daughter was settled in her bedroom. My wife, Michelle, and I were on our bed in our room and I was lying half-on, half-off of her body. Our tongues were working in each other's mouth. My hands had moved down from her breasts to the inside of her panties. My cock was raging inside of my boxer shorts. It had been six months since she first had injured her back and we had not had any sex since. I had been patiently waiting for this night. One of...

1 year ago
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Wanks for the Memory

Wanks for the memory Relaxed, I lie upon the bed, My body straight, my legs outspread; My eyes towards the looking glass, I stick one finger up my arse. The other hand goes to my prick, And when it’s straight and getting thick, I put some oil upon the crown And then I rub it up and down Gently, until it’s getting thicker, And then I start to rub it quicker. When the juices start to come, I wipe them off with my left thumb, Which I then suck – oh, what a taste, A nectar sweet, too good to waste....

Erotic Poetry
2 years ago
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Sunburned

Sunburned. Do you remember the summer of ’76? Probably not, you’re probably too young. So was I way back then, when I think about it now…. And I still think about it… Atlantic shore, NJ, the sea blue as turquoise and the glare of the sun off the sand bright enough to water my eyes even behind my aviator Ray-Bans… I was on summer vacation from Brown where I was studying law on a swim scholarship. My prowess as a swimmer and scuba-diver had helped me gain a position as a life-guard on a small...

4 years ago
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Memory

With tears streaming down her face, Adriana watched through the fog of loneliness and despair as her true love turned to leave. Pride and fear had kept her from telling him how much she desperately needed to feel his arms around her and and for him to nuzzle her hair and whisper "I love you, baby. It'll all work out." She wanted to call out his name and beg him to stay, but the little voice inside her head told her that she wasn't that weak and to let him walk away, forever if need be. With...

2 years ago
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Burned by Smoke

Let me begin with the customary background stuff and get that out of the way. My name is Dale Lewis, 48 years old and about as average as you can get. At 5’8 I am not tall and at 170 I am not really overweight. I have most of my hair which is now turning gray and I keep it cut “high and tight” as some would say. I run 3 miles a day and more on weekends. I can finish a half marathon well under 2 hours. I drink socially and don’t smoke and I have never cheated on my wife. I worked many years for...

3 years ago
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A Family Memory

There is no sex in this story but it is a good read. Thank you to Linda62953 for editing this story and making it a much better read. Chapter 1 My mother passed away a couple of years ago. My dad took it pretty hard but went on with his life, what else could he do? He ran a combination gas station and grocery store, which was passed down to him from my grandfather. Dad is a good man, as was my grandfather before him. Mom was only fifty-four when she died of that dreaded Cancer. She and Dad...

3 years ago
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Kaylas Summer Memory

At Aurora area high school, Kayla Campbell was just starting her junior year. She was a small petite little thing, no more than 5’-4” with straight black shoulder length hair and a very slender body to match her height. She had a bit of a reputation for fooling around with guys, especially after the summer she had just experienced. Her parents were both unaware of her late night adventures with the boys of this little town, and it was Kayla’s intent to keep it that way. Her father, Joe...

1 year ago
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A Relationship To Commit To Memory

A friend in need is a friend indeed! But someone’s hot mom who “is need” of love, care, warmth and pleasure, was “indeed” what I had been looking for during my college days and to take her to that multi-orgasmic state of ecstasy! College life was full of fun – less of studies and more of play. Marks did not matter. Examinations were also in the backseat. Fun and frolic were the most sought after. In such a scenario, I came across Anand (name changed) in a college in Delhi way back in 2006. He...

3 years ago
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A Family Memory

Chapter 1 My mother passed away a couple of years ago. My dad took it pretty hard but went on with his life; what else could he do? He ran a combination gas station and grocery store, which was passed down to him from my grandfather. Dad is a good man, as was my grandfather before him. Mom was only fifty-four when she died of that dreaded Cancer. She and Dad started dating after Dad returned from the service and married soon after. They had a good marriage and seemed to be a happy couple. Mom...

2 years ago
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A Forgotten Memory

Mara walked into the room in just an Oscar the Grouch t-shirt that stopped above her waist. She rejoined Mike on the couch who did his best impression of not looking at her. Mara noticed him squirming a bit in his seat, smirked to herself as she pulled a mental lever for him to feel comfortable with the situation. Mike wondered to himself about the t-shirt, trying to remember who had left it in his bedroom last week. It smelled so familiar. Mara took the remote from his lap and heard Mike...

2 years ago
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My fondest HS Memory

It was the end of the school year, 12th grade. I was a fresh 18 years old. Just a couple of weeks to go until graduation. All I was looking forward to was getting school over with just like everybody else in my class. I only had a couple classes that I really needed a pass and order to graduate one of them being last period's US history which was taught by Ms. P.   Ms. P was a young teacher probably in her early 20's. She was just out of college and was filling in for our very old and very...

2 years ago
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A Bathroom Memory

A warm morning and I wake late, the sun on my bed, feeling lazy. I slide a hand down my front, feel my breasts through the cotton night gown, spread my legs a little. I'm horny in a vague way and think about fapping, conscious that I also need to go to the loo. I circle a hand on my belly, feel the pressure inside, slip fingers down over my mound, press there as well, mind drifting back twenty years to another sunny morning...It's a Saturday in spring and the sun through the curtains warms...

Watersports
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A Fantasy or A Memory

It is a brisk late autumn afternoon, and the vivid forest colors have at last reached their seasonal peak; the oranges, reds, and crimsons are almost too much to behold! .. As the setting sun nears a mountain's crest, and shadows begin to creep over the hills, I am suddenly returned to reality by a slight tug at my shirt-tail .. "Come on inside, supper's almost ready!" The air in the cabin is awash with the fragrance coming from the old wood-burning cook stove; a blend of...

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A photographed memory

It was that time in life. That time that you have to get ready for the adult life, one where you have to perhaps say goodbye to a few of your friends as you head on over to college for a couple of years. This is exactly what happened to my closest friend and myself. This happened two years back, very close to when high school was finishing up. My best friend, Paul, was the best guy friend I could ever ask for. Kind, charismatic, enthusiastic and amazingly attractive, also. But I hadn’t really...

First Time
3 years ago
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The Persistence of Memory

The picture in my hand took me back to when I met you and I smiled. I looked at the photo and saw a most ravishing face and the sight of bare shoulders. In the background was the sight of a sea of brilliant aqua and a crystal white beach. Seeing the photo I thought again of how the photo was taken and my mind was taken back to that day. My hot sweaty body ached for some coolness as I drank greedily from the water bottle and I looked down at the most perfect beach. The sea a clear aqua and the...

2 years ago
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A treasured memory

It’s been a good week, hanging out at my friend’s house as well as enjoying the pool. I didn’t want to come at first, but Tim convinced me that it was the best thing after my cheating wife left me for her boy toy assistant. Turns out he was right. It’s too bad, the four of us had always been close, to the point where we each half of each couple had dated the other before we settled down. I guess Tim picked the right one. Amy is beautiful, smart, sexy, and she’s not leaving him for her...

1 year ago
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Smallville Clark loses his memory

It was a nice day in the town of Smallville, Kansas and a boy was stirring in his bed, in a farm. His name is Clark Kent. He would later become superman. Clark wakes up and can't remember who he is or more importantly what his powers are and must start all over. He wakes up and hears " Clark it's time for breakfast" being yelled outside. Should you go and see who it is?

2 years ago
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My Favorite Gloryhole Memory

I had been working late on a frustrating building project where I wasn't making any money. The only good thing about it was that it was within easy walking distance of my favorite adult bookstore. I cleaned out my ass with an enema and lubed myself up with Crisco so I'd be ready for anything sexy.When I got to the bookstore I was greeted by the shopkeeper who I'd serviced with my mouth and hot tight ass many times so he clued me in on which booth was out of order and just had a light on...

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