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Breakfast on Sunday Ch. 01
byKarenkay©

ED: JONMCMAN




ACT 1: The Sunday Breakfast

Lenny smiled to himself thinking that it was hard to believe that the woman he married straight out of college was turning forty years old this month. Lenny laughed as he remembered one of the other parents asking his son if that was his sister during the graduation ceremony. Lenny leaned closer and starred at the photograph. Jeanie had worn her hair in a long curl for the past five years and made her appear much younger then her forty years.

He remembered how he would to lay back on the pillow and watch how her belly gyrated around while she rode his cock. Jeannie actually took belly dancing lessons one summer to learn how to move her body while having sex. Lenny also built her a poll in the bedroom where she would practice her strip routine for him on weekends. She had taken lessons from a stripper who she had met while working at a club for a short period.

He glanced at the time and was running late. He only had to drive about five blocks but got there just in time as he switched the engine off on his truck. He used his key to open the door and stepped inside. The smell of bacon cooking filled his nostrils as he shut the front door and wiped his feet on the mat. Lenny walked into the kitchen and saw Jeannie in front of the stove just taking the eggs out of the pan as he tossed the paper onto the counter.

Jeannie: "Good morning, Honey. Billie called me around seven this morning. He said he got his test scores back on Friday and passed just about every question by one hundred percent. Plus he got that job placement with such good marks, we've done it honey we raised a sucessfull k** to maturity and billie is ready to be on his own!"

Lenny walked over to the table with his plate and sat down as he replied.

Lenny: "I'll call him later this afternoon and congratulate him. I'm just surprised he was up so early this morning. maybe this can mean time for us babe?"

Jeanie laughed as she filled her plate.

Jeannie: "Billie hadn't been to bed yet. I guess he was celebrating all night with his friends and didn't realize what time it was!...and....umm...maybe"

Lenny looked over at Jeannie as he watched her moving around in front of the stove. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans. She had a nice full round ass. Not a once of flab on it, only meat. She exercised an hour each day to keep her figure and it showed.

Lenny watched as she turned around to bring her plate to the table. The top she was wearing was tight and exposed her belly button. Her large breasts were clearly visible underneath the thin material of the top.

Lenny started to eat as he watched his ex-wife sit down across the table from him. They smiled at one another as Jeanie took her first bit of her eggs. Lenny could never really figure out why they divorced after sixteen years.

They went through a tuff time when they lost thier jobs a 2 years ago. Jeannie got a temporary job working at a strip club as a bartender. It was the cause of their divorce, Lenny’s insecurities about strip club affects or what could happen drove him paranoid. Jeannie could understand but was fed up of always being accused or nagged about her day. It was a decision they now thought may have been hasty.

They had talked about getting back together in recent months. Lenny had signed a stupid three year lease on his condo and was only half way through it and being miserly he did not want to waste it…BIG FUCKING MISTAKE LENNY! He should have pursued Jeannie instead when he had the chance, as this miserliness of his caused a bit of a drift as the separation continued.

Jeannie spent her Saturday's reading and Lenny would come over and cut the grass on Saturday mornings. Sunday morning was there day for breakfast. Sometimes they would eat out and others at home like this morning.

Lenny: "What did you read last night? Did you start on that new thriller that Silvia gave you last week?"

Jeannie: "I actually went to see a movie last night."

Lenny kept chewing as he watched Jeannie look uncomfortable.

Lenny: "Did you and Silva go and see that love story last night?"

Jeannie: "We went and saw that new action thriller about the mob last night."

Lenny took another bit of his food as Jeannie got up to get more coffee and poured some in Lenny's cup.

Lenny: "I thought Silvia didn't like those blood and guts type of movies?"

Jeannie had her back turned as she put the pot back on its warmer.

Jeannie: "No. She doesn't I didn't go with Silvia last night."

Lenny got curious as he said.

Lenny: "Who did you go with last night? Was it Ruth?"

Jeannie was fiddling around the counter and turned around and, quickly changing the subject, said:

Jeannie: "Would you like another slice of toast?"

Lenny: "No. I'm ok with this one."

Jeannie pooped the toaster then quickly walked back to the table.

Jeannie: "I'd wait until this evening to give Billie a call. He's probably going to be sleeping most of the day today."

Lenny finished his breakfast and sat drinking coffee as he watched Jeannie finish eating.

Lenny: "Was the movie any good last night?"

Jeannie tried to act like she didn't hear him and replied:

Jeannie: "What?"

Lenny: "The movie you went and saw last night?"

Jeannie: "Oh. Yeah. It was good. I'd highly recommend it if you like action."

The music to Jeannie's cell phone started to play as she got up from the table. The phone was sitting out on the counter as she walked over and picked it up.

Lenny listened.

Jeannie: "Hi. How are you this morning? I had a wonderful time too!"

Lenny watched as Jeannie started to walk past him while on the phone then disappeared out of the kitchen to talk. Lenny could still faintly hear her conversation.

Jeannie: "Lenny is here right now. We had our Sunday breakfast."

Jeannie: "You mean this afternoon? I never really thought about it but that would be fine. What time will you pick me up?"

That got Lenny's attention when he heard something about someone picking up Jeannie.

Jeannie: "That'll be fine. I'll see you around five."

Jeannie walked back into the kitchen and put the phone back on the counter. She walked over and got the coffee pot and poured Lenny more coffee.

Jeannie: "Did you get enough to eat this morning?"

Lenny: "Yes, I sure did. That was good. That will last me most of the day."

Jeannie picked up the plates and put them in the sink as Lenny sipped his coffee then decided to ask about the phone call.

Lenny: "Was that one of your friends calling?"

Jeannie started to run water on the breakfast plates as she casually replied:

Jeannie: "That was just a friend."

Lenny was sure dam curious to who was calling her this morning. It sounded like they were planning on picking her up this afternoon. Lenny came up with an idea how he might find out who was calling her.

Lenny: "How about taking a ride this morning over near the pier? It's nice and sunny this morning and thought you would like to get out for a while."

Jeannie: "I think I'll have to pass on that ride today, Lenny. I have to clean the house and have a few things I have to do later this afternoon, besides aren't you supposed to play cards over at Bill and Sue's later this afternoon?"

Lenny: "Yes but that's not to around five and thought we'd have time for a short drive."

Jeannie: "Maybe we'll take that ride a different day. I have to get busy with the laundry. I've let it go all week long."

Lenny sat finishing his cup of coffee and heard the washer motor start and decided to leave her to her house work. Lenny found Jeannie in the laundry room pulling out clothes from the basket as he kissed her goodbye.







End: Act 1, Act 2: Sunday Lunch at Bill & Sue’s


Lenny walked along the pier listening to the seagulls as he thought about Jeannie. Lenny saw another couple walk past him holding hands. He felt really lonely that day and wished that Jeannie would have come out with him.

Lenny arrived on time at Bill and Sue's house. Sue and Jeannie had been friends for years and was the person responsible for getting Jeannie her current job at her office.

Sue's company actually shared the same high rise building in town. Both companies' took up much of the space in the twenty four floors of the building with Lenny's company being on the upper floors.

Bill's sister usually showed up to play cards but got busy that afternoon so Lenny decided to stay for a while and talk to Sue.

Lenny: "How is everything going down stairs? Have you spoken to Jeannie this week?"

Sue was drinking vodka as she normally did on Sunday's. Lenny knew she started talking more once she had a few glasses of those behind her.

Sue: "Jeannie's been busy with her boss these past couple weeks. He's had her work through her normal lunch our so we haven't had much time to talk -recently."

Lenny: “Is everything alright? Is he giving her some sort of trouble or something?"

Sue sort of half smiled and laughed as she took another sip of her vodka. She smiled and looked a little silly at Lenny and replied.


Sue: "I guess you could say he's giving her something anyway but I'm not sure if its trouble or what you would call it."

Lenny started to get curious to what she meant when Bill cut her off saying:

Bill: "I really don't think we should be talking about Jeannie and her boss with Lenny."

Sue blurted out:

Sue: "I don't see anything wrong with Lenny knowing what's going on at the office."

Bill corrected his wife:

Bill: "You don't know what's really going on. You're only speculating and it's only gossip or rumors that you hear."

Sue was taking another sip as she glanced at Lenny. Lenny was more then curious to know what she was talking about and said.

Lenny: "Is there something going on that I should know about?"

Sue looked at her husband who didn't approve of her spreading gossip but turned back at Lenny and said:

Sue: "Jeannie is doing fine, Lenny. She has a new boss and everyone knows what he's been up to for the past couple weeks. I just thought I'd warn you about it since you both were talking about getting remarried."

Bill interrupted again saying:

Bill: "Why don't you make Lenny some coffee b before he leaves?"

Sue got up and smiled as she left the room.

Bill: "I'm, really sorry about Sue. She gets a little goofy once she has a few of those."

Lenny cracked a smile as he replied:

Lenny: "I understand. I just hope everything is alright with Jeannie."

Bill replied:

Bill: "Everything is fine with her. Don't worry about any of that office gossip Sue is talking about. They have nothing better to do there in their free time but to start rumors."

Sue came back a few minutes later holding a cup and gave it to Lenny.

Sue: "You do take your coffee black?"

Lenny smiled and replied:

Lenny: "Black is fine!"

Sue giggled as she took another sip of the vodka. She smiled as she looked over at Lenny and muttered:

Sue: "Jeannie likes it black too!"

Lenny looked at her funny, Bill glared at her and she chokingly stopped.

Lenny: “okay then I think ill head home bill”.

Bill: “sure thing lenny all the best with you and Jeannie.”

Lenny “thanks Bill ive been missing her a lot I really want her back.”
And with that Lenny left heading for home.




End: Act 2, Act 3: The Strange Phone Call

Lenny was tired. He spent the later part of the evening guessing what Sue was talking about that was going on at their office. He'd just taken a shower and was still naked as he opened the drawer and took out one of the DVD's that was stacked in the corner. He popped it in and was about halfway through when he was bored outta his mind.

Lenny glanced at the phone on the night stand and had an idea. Maybe it was a long shot but he decided to give Jeannie a call. Maybe she would come over and they could make love. Perhaps this would be the night to rekindle their marriage and relationship.

Lenny dialed her cell phone number and put the phone up to his ear as he stroked his cock. He didn't want to cum just yet for the possibility that Jeannie would drive over and take care of it for him.

The phone was ringing. Lenny heard the forth ring then the answering message came on. It was Jeannie's voice telling him to leave a message. Lenny didn't leave any message.

Lenny put the phone back down and stroked his cock. He glanced over at the time. It was after ten and perhaps she was in bed reading. Lenny kept moving his hand on his cock feeling his balls churning.

Lenny glanced at the phone again. Maybe Jeannie would answer the house phone if she were reading in bed. Perhaps the cell phone was in the kitchen where she left it. Lenny picked up the phone and dialed that number.

Lenny was getting impatient as he heard the forth ring then the fifth and was about to hang up when he heard Jeannie's voice.

Jeannie: "Hello?"

Lenny could hear music playing in the back ground as he replied:

Lenny: "It's me, Jeannie. I was just calling to see what you were doing."

While talking Lenny swore he thought he heard some squeeking noises but the music was making it hard to make out… Jeannie also seemed to be out of breath… perhaps she was doing yoga or pilates or something?

Jeannie:“oh….hunny …i….. mpfhhhhh… was just doing some… ahhhhhhh…. Mpfhh …….ahhhhhhh……exercises….mpshhh….ahhhhh…”

Lenny: “oh …you should pace yourself babe…you might pull something you seem to be going full speed judging by how out of breath you are!...

there was a pause and then:

Jeannie: “oh shit…ahhhhhhhh….mpfhhhhhh!”

Lenny: “Jeannie?” (in a rather puzzled tone)

Jeannie:"No. I was just…ahhhhh…. talking to myself. ….mpfhhh….

lenny thought he heard a squeek of the bed at the same time as her “mpfhhh”

Jeannie: Mphfhhh….What did you want this late lenny?"….ahhh

Lenny: "Are you alright? Did I call at a bad time?"

Jeannie: "Wait…ahhh....Take it back out for a minute!"

Lenny: "Did you say something Jeannie?"

Jeannie: "No….ahhh…. Wait a moment while I turn off this music."

Lenny could hear Jeannie moving around on the bed then the music went silent. Lenny could hear Jeannie breathing into the phone then the sound of her moving on the bed again:

Jeannie:"That's it....ahhhh…owww..ooooo"

Lenny: "Jeannie?"

Jeannie: "I'm sorry, Lenny. I must have been talking to myself. Did you need something?"

Lenny: "I was just calling to see what you were doing this evening."

Lenny thought he heard a grunt or a moan.

Lenny: "Jeannie? Are you ok there?"

Jeannie: "I'm fine, Lenny. I bumped my toe while excersizing. It's late, Lenny. Can this wait until tomorrow?"

Lenny: "I was just calling to see if you'd be interested in coming over tonight."

Lenny was waiting for a reply and thought he heard Jeannie whispering. Then he heard her moan and yelp in a high pitch.

Lenny: "Jeannie?"

Jeannie: "I'm sorry Lenny. It's late and I'm sort of tired. Can we talk tomorrow after work?"

Lenny: "That would be fine. Maybe I'll stop in your office and see you at lunch."

Jeannie: "OK. I'll see you tomorrow."

Lenny: "Take care of that toe, Jeannie and try not to hit it again."

Lenny listened as he heard Jeannie put the phone down in its cradle. This wasn't exactly how he wanted this phone conversation to end but he had to admit that it wasn't planned.

Maybe he'd have better luck coming right out with it and ask Jeannie if he could move back into the house. Whatever it was she appeared to be preoccupied tonight. She may have gotten home late from the movies the night before with her friends and was tired.

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You awake in strange surroundings. It takes a moment for your eyes’ and your mind’ to focus. Just for that moment you can’t really place yourself within the universe. You realize that you are lying in a bed. Surrounded by a sea of silky sheets. A light yellow with pale green flowered accents. But whose bed is it? It seems so unfamiliar. So alien. As you sit up your eyes scan around the room, and you remember. It is a room – an open room – in a small Polynesian-style home. Woven grass mats...

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Sunday Love Songs 01

I wrote this story as a present for my wife, who loved it (she said), so I decided to post it to see what a less biased audience would make of it. It is rather long, and is in two parts, both of which have been submitted. It is my first submission and depending on the response, it may also be my last! It is written in British English. Though written in the first person, it is not autobiographical. All persons in sexual situations are 18 years old or older. The age of students in the final...

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Sunday morning

Sunday mornings were always my favourite. Whether it was as simple as a long lazy lie in, or sitting with a cuppa and just talking and feeling close, it always made me feel good.This particular Sunday felt different though. Coming round from an unusually deep sleep I had an odd feeling, like a pressure in the head. I suddenly realised I couldn’t hear anything and as a moment of panic ensued I opened my eyes, but in that moment something was placed over them.Thoughts racing, it was quickly clear...

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Moms Sunday Night

My mom was divorced when I was very young. It was just her and me living together while I was growing up. I hate to admit but she was kind of slutty. And what excited me most was her sexy size 5 curvy high arched feet. And she used them like a weapon, dangling her stiletto high heels at just the right moment when men of interest were around. Although she was slutty, she was a religious slut, attending church every Sunday. This particular story happened when I was 14. We were driving to church...

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Nice Sunday to worst sunday

Hello guys Hope everyone doing great and enjoy my true story Sorry again guys not very good English so grammar its not theirWe all enjoy our Sunday especially now it’s NFL Playoff guys into games so am I I just buy new big screen TV and love watching games at my on place.As I woke up on Sunday late morning around 11:30 am still im in my sweet bouquet layered baby doll (nitie) making coffee and doing dishes get my coffee sit on couch watching TV my cell phone ring one of good all Spanish she...

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My Super Sunday

So I got this opportunity to have sex with women of around 52 yrs of age. She is also like my aunty and her name is Nambana Khunur. She works in a bank as a clerk. Due to my banking transactions I need to visit bank and where I met and so to get the things done quickly I had made a pretty decent relationship with her. She is a divorcee her both sons are working abroad. So she feels lonely most of the times. She is around 5’4″ tall, fair complexioned and had the tightest of boobs. She also had...

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Living on a Dead End StreetPart One Sunday and Monday

Living on a Dead End Street~ Part One ~ Sunday and Monday by Ginny Wolf The clock said it was almost 10:30 on a Sunday night as I sat on my "beauty lounger" in the den. My was hair tightly set on 38 small brush rollers and covered with a pink hairnet. A layer of thick white cream covered my face in the kind of rock-hard facial that severely limited my ability to speak, with only my eyes visible under the beauty mask at work "softening and cleansing" my skin while giving me "deep...

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SARAHS SUNDAY EXHIBITION

“I told two of my girlfriends about our sex life over coffee today baby,” I tell my man with a self satisfied smile. “They are the same age as us. “I told them you think my big, firm ass is glorious and how you love licking and kissing my ass cheeks as foreplay while I watch in a mirror. “And how I love you licking me to multi-orgasms with my legs over your shoulders while I watch in a mirror. Before I blow your thick, nine-inch erection. “And sometimes we have an extra person, male or...

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SARAHS SUNDAY EXHIBITION

“I told two of my girlfriends about our sex life over coffee today baby,” I tell my man with a self satisfied smile. “They are the same page as us. “I told them you think my big, firm ass is glorious and how you love licking and kissing my ass cheeks as foreplay while I watch in a mirror. “And how I love you licking me to multi-orgasms with my legs over your shoulders while I watch in a mirror. Before I blow your thick, nine-inch erection. “And sometimes we have an extra person, male or...

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Sunday Surprise

It was 20 years ago that it happened. It was like a dream or a male version of that old movie "Starman". When I was about 30 years old something or "Someone" strange happened to me. I could only find time in my busy job to run or walk for an hour a week. I had recently bought myself a pick-up truck as a treat. I decided to go looking for a quiet place to walk or run in and I remembered a place called 'Heber Downs Conservation Area' where I had taken, my now wife, Joan on a few picnics and...

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Bec4 The Wrong WardrobeChapter 25 Sunday Mischa

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...

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Sunday Night Football Sissy

Sunday Night Football Sissy It's no surprise that we love football here in Texas. We all head out to watch high school ball on Friday nights, and of course we love to cheer on our college boys on Saturdays. And the grown men dominate our Sundays. Especially if you're a sissy slut like me. I am a sissy cock slut who happily serves a small group of men here in town, and things took an interesting turn a few years back when I learned that Master David was an avid Cowboys fan, while...

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Two Birds a BlokeSunday Lunch

Phil had moved to London because of his job. He had worked in the company's Leeds office, serving the North of England, but he had been the brainchild behind such a successful campaign for double glazing, that the firm had insisted he move to the National office in London. He had been reluctant at first, he really didn't want to leave his family and friends, but the new salary was just too good to turn down. He now lived in an expensive apartment, with a brand new sports car and a host of...

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A Wet Sunday Afternoon in 1961

DAVE'S WET SUNDAY IN 1961 - WITH GODDESS GERALDINE It was a typical Sunday afternoon in England in late 1961, with the rain pouring down. My sister Wendy was expecting her best friend Geraldine to stop over for the night and they would both go off direct to school the following morning. Wendy and Geraldine were both 16 and I, Wendy's younger brother, Dave, was a couple of years younger at just 14. Our parents had gone out for the day to visit friends and were not expected back until...

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Sunday Stroll

David James moved up behind the skimpily clad, statuesque brunette and slid his arm around her waist. The girl, Emma Harris, flinched slightly and then appeared to relax as David whispered in her ear, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." David allowed his hand to drift upwards towards the girl's naked breast. In his opinion one of the few good things about the approaching Sa'arm invasion had been the sudden appearance of flesh amongst the female population. A fashion change that...

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Sunday Orgy

Five & Damon had shared an apartment for just over a year they were the best of friends but they both had totally different personalities. While Five was shy and very committed to his long-term girlfriend Joanne. Damon was loud and was in and out of relationships every other week. Five and Damon had an agreement on the apartment so to keep out of each others way the agreement was Wednesday to Saturday nights it was Five's night which meant Damon had to go out and Five had the apartment to...

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My Sundays as a Maid

My Sundays I look forward to Sundays. It is my favorite day. I know Mondays are dreaded because of work, but for me, Sundays bring to my soul what I miss all week. We have a routine by now where the kids spend Saturday night at grandmas. My wife picks them up after dinner Sunday evenings. This arrangement allows us time to be alone and indulge in some of our kinkier activities. This is a real story, my wife is very tolerant of my other side and our marriage has been wonderful since she...

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Third Sunday of the Month

Magnus weaved through the drunken crowds on the subway platform. He skipped the escalator, preferring to take the steps two at a time before emerging into the long blue twilight typical of Stockholm summer nights. The air was eerily still for the windy city and already saturated with the smell of beer and cigarettes. He continued his steady, determined pace past a group of laughing young women with long hair and short skirts. They eyed him up and down and smiled with approval. A tall brunette...

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Sunday Morning the Aftermath

Sunday - the aftermath I woke up Monday morning after a long night of dreams. The front of my underwear wet and sticky. Wet dreams, like a teenager. At least I was lucky in my dreams. Reality was a frustrating bitch. My dreams starting coming back to me. I could see Mrs. Richards under me. I remember taking pleasure watching my dick push those big lips apart and then slide all the way in. She was tight and moaning. I doubt the dream was a long one. In any case, now I needed a shower and fresh...

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Sunday session

Sunday Sessionbypenisleeve©The Sunday session is tradition in Australia. After two days of relaxation the young and the young at heart head for their favourite watering-hole to cap off the weekend before returning to the grind of the working week. I was in town on business for a couple of weeks, I’d come alone leaving Caz, my wife 1 600 Km away. My usual outlet for my excess sexual urges was not on hand, If you’ll pardon the pun, so I sought an alternative. This was acceptable to Caz as long as...

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The Sunday before my husbands overseas business tr

It was the Sunday before my husband was going to fly overseas for his anual  business trip and meetings. His flight was on Monday morning at 10h30 which meant he would have to be at the air port by 7h00 to be safe. Unfortunately I was on my period that weekend and waking up Sunday morning early my husband was too awake and while I laid cuddling him my hand moved over his handsome body. My hand eventually made its way onto his cock, and he had a morning glory. What's this I asked my man.It's a...

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Sunday morning

It was a Sunday morning, I woke up as I usually do, and immediately head for the kitchen. I needed my morning coffee. It's a morning ritual. Of all the things I may or may not be, I am decidedly not a morning person. This one ritual trip to make coffee, drink it, and finally wake up is a distraction. It's a delay- a necessary delay to be sure, but a delay nevertheless from what I actually want to do. And what I actually want to do is be with him. I look across the lake and realize it has only...

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Super Sunday Shag

Everybody has a weakness or a trigger that gets them going . I can admit I have a few lol which is why I find it a challenge to ignore or switch off my arousal when presented with my favourite things. What am I talking about you ask ?? Am talking about the circle of people/friends I have that are friends but hot like the Caribbean sauce . You know those certain friends that do the casual flirting , innuendo's every now and then, ( I'll have to do another story with how this all started ) racy...

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Angels Week Of Religious Breeding Sunday Ce

I woke up and saw the morning light coming through the window. With a groan, I rolled onto my side, burying my head under the covers. But it was all for naught, as I heard momma cry out from the hall way, saying "Come on Angel. You'll be late for church." I sighed. With a deep sense of regret, I pushed the covers down below my waist, exposing my torso to the much cooler air temperature. My nipples suddenly exploded, just like they always do when I get chilled....or very aroused. Maybe this fine...

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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...

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Sunday Fun At Office

Hi friends ,this is my first story on ISS and I hope that you will enjoy my story.I am george from kerala And this is a story told to be my friend.I found it interesting and decided to share it .Without boring you more lets get on to the story. It was a Sunday and I have come to the office for some shit work due to some client visit. I just came to office and since it was Sunday no one was there. Being Sunday I just came in a skirt and t shirt. I for the first time in my life came to office...

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Scintillating Sunday With Sunil 8211 Part 1

It was a wonderful and lucky Saturday morning for me both at work and at home with a message from Sunil nearly after three months. I felt elated when he told me that he would be free to meet me on Sunday morning after seeing his uncle (my neighbor & family friend in Chennai, who had to leave on emergency back home) off at city railway station. I asked him to join me for breakfast and spend the day with me, as I was alone (my family away for a week) and he readily agreed for it. I had a...

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The Visitor Monicas Diary Sunday July 16

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Sunday Afternoon Alone in the Dunes

Sunday afternoon alone in the dunes, well we thought we were. It's your worst nightmare, that gushing feeling when you suddenly realize that you have been caught in a comprising situation. It had been one of those typical family visits to the relatives, the type of visit which had become routine, with everyone being polite, interjected with moments that were actually enjoyable, such as the trip to the beach after Sunday lunch. As there were quite a few of us, we had to leave in three cars. I...

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The Girl Next DoorSunday

On Saturday morning, fifty-something Trevor Neil had awoken with his own hand on his erect penis but on Sunday morning he was awaking with his nineteen-year-old neighbour Kelly Simpson's hand on his erect penis. They were in Kelly's bed having spent the night there after spending most of Saturday together.Things had happened rapidly since a barbecue the previous Sunday hosted by Kelly's parents, Fiona and Chris, at which next-door neighbour Trevor had been a guest. Despite the fact that the...

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A Routine Sunday

In which a routine marriage is revived by the vagrancies of the weather and the attentions of a good neighbour. That fateful Sunday started off with the same old routine. We’d been married for just three years, Michelle and I, but that was enough for us to settle into that comfortable routine. Work was routine, play was routine, life was routine. Worst of all our sex life was routine. So, following the old Sunday morning routine, I pecked my wife’s cheek and drove...

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Sunday Spin

With a basket full of my dirty clothes, I struggled into the local Laundromat. It was three years since I had routinely been to the Laundromat, but after splitting with my boyfriend it became a Sunday tradition. No Sunday roast with my parents, instead I spent the nicest part of the day sitting on a hard little wooden bench. You see, Peter got the washing machine in the split, and I hadn't got around to replacing it. As much as I hated to admit it, I still needed to feel hard done by;...

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