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Hey I am Atharva back again with my last story hope you like it.This story goes back when I was 18 years old when I masturbated without knowing what it was.My parents have a business so they don’t have much time, usually in the summer vacation I used to go to my grandparent’s house in my city.They have a huge bungalow. It is actually a very lonely and very rich area there are big bungalows and farmhouses.I used to roam on my bicycle particularly in afternoon or sometimes at night at 11 or 12 pm (I used to sneak) with my dog following me admiring those big houses designed very beautifully.The area was especially alive during night time buzzing with party peoples.One afternoon my bicycle was broken so I was jogging with my buddy at around 4 pm when I went in a lane which was a dead end but I still went there unwittingly. There was a yellow house at the end of a lane and I happened to see a very mysterious sight a woman whom I couldn’t see clearly was in a pink gown sitting on a terrace which was covered by glass. She was sitting on a big recliner her left hand was inside her gown and she was shouting very weirdly I couldn’t see her face.

But at that time I experienced an erection and was very curious that what was she doing at that time my dog started barking she was startled by hearing it she looked at me and smiled. That’s it, I was terror-stricken and retreated quickly. I went quickly back to my house which was one block away slammed the gate open and went to my bedroom.To be honest, I was very puzzled, what was she doing? Why was she shouting?Why did she smile at me like a ghost? Was she a witch who kidnapped small boys? My mind was full of questions like these and I why I was I having an erection. I masturbated myself and started reading a book. I wanted to my ask my nana and nani about that lady but my mischievous mind got the better of me but I refrain myself and thought that I should go there tomorrow again.

Next day I went there again cautiously approached the house to my horror she was staring at me from the terrace and smiling at that time the smile was different it was less creepy. I also smiled back she signaled with her finger at me to come inside.I still remember how loud my heart was beating and remembering all those kidnapping stories I heard from newspaper and the idiot box. She came outside the house and opened the huge iron gate accompanied by her trained rottweiler who was surprisingly quiet. Alladin(name of my dog) became quiet suddenly.She asked me to leave the dog outside in the backyard with hers.

I went inside it was a big house. We went to the backyard to leave our dogs there.She asked me that do you want something to eat.She came back into the hall with chocolate.I asked her that don’t you have a watchman , she said no as her dog takes care of her.I told her that I live at my grandparents and my parents are very busy.She asked me that why did ran yesterday are you scared of me ?Little bit I answered and what were you doing yesterday ?She started laughing and told me that you are naughty aren’t you?

I was puzzled and she noticed it and said don’t worry I will tell you after some time.She inquired that whether I had any friends here I told her no I was bored here.Now you have a friend here she answered excitingly.We talked about various topics that day like girlfriends, my crushes , her boyfriends and dogs.I noticed that it was 6 pm and I had to go so I told her that and went back to my home.Frankly she was was good looking, fair in her early 30s had a medium sized boobs (I am not an ass guy) tall around 5 ’11 and a little bit fat but fit she used to go to the gym every day.She had called me tomorrow at around 12 as she was ordering a pizza for me and her.I went there she was dressed in a nice track suit we went in her entertainment room and started watching a movie. Relishing the pizza , she asked me why have I never proposed to a girl I like. I told her that the sadly I have never talked with a girl longer than a minute and was really scared of her. She started laughing and told me that don’t worry consider me as your friend and talk with me.

I laughed innocently and sighed a huge relief as the next week I will not die of boredom.We became good friends as I got to know another type of human being and she had somebody to talk.Next two-three days that aunty became my best friend that even my best friend was no competition to her. Our conversions never seem to end hours passed like seconds. We even went to the german bakery the waiter thought that we were mother-son duo.She asked that whether I have ever seen naughty films I said no but I have heard about a film called american pie from my school friend and it has a lot of kissing she started laughing at me and asked if kissing is the only naughty thing I know. I answered that there is one more thing but you would be angry if you heard it she said try me smilingly.

I said booby press silently she was trying hard to control laughter as she sensed I was offended when she laughed on me like that. She told me that do you think that girls don’t like honka honka I said yes.She told me that you are lucky that you have such a wonderful friend who will tell whats wrong whats right.I was little bit surprised and asked her that do you like it. She stared at me and said yes nearly every girl likes her boobs pressed.I was staring at her boobs she had worn a t-shirt which was showing her half cleavage.

She asked me that whether I want to see her boobies I was silent as I was afraid to answer.She removed her shirt she had no bra underneath her boobs were big with pink nipples I got the biggest erection of my life I wanted to adjust my penis but I was very nervous she saw through it and said I am topless in front of you and you are afraid of your erection and smiled I also smiled and adjusted it I asked her that can I lick it she just guided my head with her hand to the surprisingly warm heaven.

Her nipples had a nice smell I was licking her one boob and pressing other for some minutes and licked her other boob after some time.After I stopped she asked me that did I like it I said yes yes she laughed and smooched me.I still remember that kiss it was my first kiss I immediately stuck my tongue inside her mouth.

She backed off smiling and said this is not how we kiss and taught me how to kiss tenderly and passionately.Sadly it was evening so I said bye and started walking to my house a big smile on my face.My grandpa was very angry that where was I that afternoon I said I while walking alladin I met a friend who was also walking her dog and we both went to german bakery to eat ,my grandma said that call that friend tomorrow here I was scared and said I don’t where she lived.They left me alone as I went to my bedroom to play computer games.I couldn’t sleep that night as I had met a friend who had changed my whole outlook on friends.

Next day I was very uneasy as I was waiting for the morning to be over I told my grandpa that I am going to play cricket in the park he started scolding me that you shouldn’t play in the sun, cycle.Etc but I zipped through the gate cycle.I didn’t take my dog that day.She was waiting for me she opened the door and said that we should talk I was surprised but asked for a kiss first ,she gave me nice smooch and we went to the upper terrace it was a big one with lots of trees and nice shade and had 3 barcaloungers.

We sat and she told me that you love me don’t you I said yes she said that we should stop doing naughty things if I love her I was shocked as said why? She told me that we are just friends who can talk without making anyone each other uncomfortable and we can teach other stuffs but we shouldn’t act like lovers as we have a separate life. I have my husband and you need to focus on your studies and try to make one gf. I agreed as it made sense thus began our friendship.Surprisingly we slept together next year.I had a beautiful friendship with her till I was 19 years of age she had child when I was 20 years old but good things are never meant to last.

I went there after my 12 th to tell her that I was going to germany for my higher studies she hadn’t replied to my messages and emails so went to her house I rang the bell but a man came outside I told him that I had came to meet the dog as my and her dog used to play.He asked me how that how do I know their dog I told him that I met aunty when used to walk my dog.I asked him about aunty he told me that she had died a month ago due to some illness and that he was her husband I said sorry and left.
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No matter how many times he had seen it, Pastor Andy Craft was never really prepared for death. As he stood next to Jim Andrew's hospital bed and held his hand, he knew the end was near. Jim's wife, Kelly, was stroking her husband's forehead. His breath was more and more shallow and infrequent. Finally, there was a noise from his throat and then nothing. "He's gone," the nurse said. Kelly said nothing, just continued stroking his brow. The two c***dren moved behind their mother, holding her....

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I was attending a Crusader Christian camp last summer led by an American pastor, our Bible study group was truly multinational, with people aged 15-21 coming from all around the globe. It was a strictly Evangelical camp and i knew that i would run into trouble if they found out i was not born a girl.Our pastor Smith had an 18 yo teenage son named David and i found him really attractive, he was a very fit, lean, athletic, blond hair & green-blue eyes complexion boy with nordic looks, he was...

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The majority of uploaders are non-native speakers of English and most misspell "masturbate""Masterbate" implies 'bating' on orders of a Master, which invokes my MEMORIES of three slavesMaty is my female friend in Uruguay - a lovely looking lady with a topjob handling airtrafficMaty loves to pretend she is my slave but not very good at it, showing thus indirect disrespectMaty informed me in the beginning about her two teen slave girls, both so hot and eager to learnMaty offered them both to me...

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I do not pretend to be a writer, but I just thought I`d scribble down some memories. This is`nt fiction, just a small part of my personal history.Some things happened in the dark ages, othersnot so long ago, but everyone of them is etched in my memory and I can still remember it like it happened yesterday. [/First Timesb]My first real open mouth kiss was when I was about f******n and not being real sex, I don`t suppose it is against the law to state that age here.We were...

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As I slowly caressed Angela’s ass, the memory that almost made this impossible came flooding back!The simple act of running a finger up and down her ass conjured up memories of the exact same thing only with Elena and not Angela.We worked together more since that night at her party. I later discovered that Elena was now in charge of scheduling and that was the reason we had so many closing shifts together.After the night of the party, she would walk past me, smile, and say, WOW. That became our...

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Over the course of the next couple of days, Candy and I moved back into the house we grew up in, although now we were sharing a room. There wasn’t quite enough space for us to put our stuff in. I had to move into the room the dresser from the second bedroom. We each had a dresser now and we shared the closet. It wasn’t full, meaning I needed to take her shopping, sooner or later. We also shared the queen bed, as Mom asked us to turn on some music when we wanted to ‘Put Seabiscuit on the...

MemoriesChapter 6

I took off the next week from painting. Pat came by to give me my check from the showing. He stopped to talk to Mom – they started up like the old friends whom they were. Candy and I left them alone. Candy told me to not tell Mom about what she felt about Pat. I took Candy on a vacation, after getting Mom’s assurance it was OK for us to go and leave her by herself for a while. We went to Alaska first, a place I always wanted to experience. We traveled together, as if we were a married...

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