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4 years ago

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Fond Memories

Not to her face of course, but that was her nickname. And yes, she had huge tits. She was a junior in high school, and she had the biggest breasts I'd ever seen. (She still ranks in the top 3 even now.) Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. My name is Gary Boyd, and I was a junior too and easily the biggest geek in our class (it doesn't really matter to the story but just so you know), but back to Melissa's tits. Spectacular doesn't begin to describe them. They were like two...

3 years ago

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Fond swinging memories

13 years ago was my last experience of threesome pleasure with another couple. Doug and Carol were married and we met through a contact swingers magazine. Computers and the internet were not prevalent then as they are today. I remember being invited by Carol, who called me one day to say they wished to meet me. I went over to their house and we chatted at their bar, got to know each other a bit and after awhile they said lets go into the lounge. We all got naked very quickly. I was a bit...

4 years ago

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Fond swinging memories

13 years ago was my last experience of threesome pleasure with another couple. Doug and Carol were married and we met through a contact swingers magazine. Computers and the internet were not prevalent then as they are today. I remember being invited by Carol, who called me one day to say they wished to meet me. I went over to their house and we chatted at their bar, got to know each other a bit and after awhile they said lets go into the lounge. We all got naked very quickly. I was a bit...

3 years ago

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A Summer Memory

In my case, though, it happened with my sister. The summer before my senior year in high school my parents took Karen, myself, and a friend of hers, Lisa on a trip to Cozumel, Mexico for a ten days. My parents are fairly well-off, not extravagantly wealthy but doing well enough to afford occasional luxuries. Karen was almost 16 and had developed into a gorgeous young woman. Her arms were long and almost thin, but her body was curvaceous and toned. She had long amber hair and this amazing...

2 years ago

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A Bitter Sweet Memory

Ahhhh! It was the hot first day of May and it had been over 4 months; I had not even had a close chance to see a naked live pussy, leave alone fucking one. I was almost becoming an ass aficionado and that too a male ass for crying out loud. Whenever my cock rebelled for sex, the boys were available so easily; I mean I had a list of my boy toys and if not all, most were only a call away to have them in private naked and all secret; fucking them as much as my body would endure. I had taken stock...

2 years ago

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Photographic Memory

Word spread quickly that I was an asset on sales trips. Maybe that would get me out of the office occasionally with trips to exotic places. With Harriett jetting all over the country, sitting home alone even with a substantial and growing porn collection of books, videos and photos was tiresome. So, when I got the email that I was going to see a customer alone, I was quite shocked. I wasn't the shake-hands, smiley-faced deal closer. I was the factual, technically astute back room guy who got...

3 years 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...

2 years ago

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My Favourite Memory

Have you got a favourite wanking memory? The one thing in your mind that's sure to get you off? Here's mine. I was living in London and sharing a flat with a bloke called Dave. We were both in our late 20's. He had a job working with a guy with a disability who needed a staff member to care for him as he couldn't cope with practical stuff so during the day he was out at day centres but needed support at home. This meant that Dave regularly slept there as night support. One night Dave starts to...

4 years ago

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Old Memory

¨I love it, I love it so much¨ he whispers to himself. In a flash, he is blinded by the headlights of a car that drives by. ¨Not so quiet anymore, damnit I need to cum badly¨ he decides not to stay here and drives back home. On his way back in the car, a memory of that once quiet place are playing as an old movie in his mind. Memories that he shares with only one other person.... ¨What are we going to do here Bella? This place gives me the creeps.¨ ¨Just relax big baby, we are...

2 years ago

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Rejection Is But A Memory

Copyright© 2001-2003 There was a young parson of Harwich, Tried to grind his betrothed in a carriage. She said, "No, you young goose, Just try self-abuse. And the other we'll try after marriage." When I attempted to open my eyes the room spun so fast I had to close them again. Trying to sit up caused a wave of nausea to threaten my existence and I had to lay back down. Every inch of my body hurt, including my fingers and toe nails! How could I drink so much last night? Oh...

1 year ago

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In Her Memory

In Her Memory Waking to the quiet sounds of a sleeping household, the refrigerator humming to itself in the pre-dawn stillness he rises groggily to pee, absently pondering this mis-feature in human design, the eight-hour sleep cycle coupled with a seven-hour water tank. It is nearly time to rise and start the day and his mind wanders back to the empty spot where his wife had lain until she disappeared nine or so months ago; half hoping her body will eventually turn up in a ditch somewhere so...

3 years ago

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Fonda and Clark

CHAPTER 1 The taxi pulled up outside the all-white Fulton Mansion resplendent with light blue doors and shutters and harmonious architecture. The sole passenger Clark Fulton jumped out when seeing his departing sister-in-law about to enter her parents’ Mercedes and called, ‘Hey, Fonda, wait up.’ She turned and Clark was dismayed at how lined the face of the 30-year old blonde was and she’d also had lost weight. He’d last seen her two years ago when she’d married his elder brother Jack. ‘Oh...

3 years ago

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iFondle Sams Boobs

iFondle Sam's BoobsSam decided to clear the table so she can keep sleeping as Carly and Freddie were still working together on finding interns, but was having no luck there and Spencer decided to go to his room and try to contact the museum to try having his sculptures being exhibited there.Carly then felt something, something that aroused her."Freddie?""Um, yes Carls?""You seeing Sam now?""What about her?""That pose. I feel… kinda… aroused.""Me too." Freddie admitted, knowing that they were...

3 years ago

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Vivid Memory

In the early fall of 1953 an incident lasting from the dark of Midnight to the predawn hours remains my most vivid, graphic, and lasting memory. It needs no embellishment, rather, needs be be believed as stated, for tis a true memory, tho seems to this day, the fantasy of my fevered mind. On the ranch in Wyoming, where I grew up, we separated to ewes in first “season” to keep them from being bred too early, as they are just not mature enought to carry to full term ,and the mortailty rate is...

2 years ago

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Reflection On a Memory

One night while sitting on my back deck my mind was drawn to a sweet memory. After spending more than 2 decades as a high school teacher I had taken on a whole new challenge in my career and I sat outside reflecting on the many experiences some good and some not. A memory that has been in my mind from the start of my teaching career came drifting back into my mind. It was the first Saturday after school let out for the summer; graduation had been the evening before. I had been asked to get...

2 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...

1 year ago

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MALLORYS REPRESSED MEMORY

The Bunk’d actress now in her 8th season of shooting the Disney show in 2025 being 19 now gets an audition for her ‘first ever movie…it is a Horror/Thriller where she will be paid $20 Million Dollars…more if the movie does really good, the studio wants her for the lead role saying she would be perfect for it as she reads the script reviving a long forgotten and deeply repressed memory of something that happened to her when she was 15, something so horrible and frightening she ‘blocked out the...

4 years ago

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Fond memories of my Mom

I grew up in quite a liberal upbringing, even all sexual matters were handled with ease within our family. I am happy to say that my Mom was the most laid-back family member in this regard. So I was used to see her naked body regularly and considered it to be normal.Although she was not a very big person (height 5'3'', 135 lbs.) she had quite large tits with large pink areolas, a little saggy. Her pussy was covered by a nice even bush, see-thru type, so that one could see easily the outer labia...

2 years ago

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A Special Memory

A Special Memory By Milik the RedLife 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 his...

4 years ago

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Just A Sweet Memory

Just A Sweet MemoryBy: Londebaaz Chohan Bob looked up to see the same small, rounded and beautiful face, embedded hazel eyes and dark ebony hair.“Hi Bob. Welcome to my shop”, she said. Bob also recognized Jill Fletcher, his first love, his girl, his class mate in Dental College and they had also worked on some projects together. Unluckily, they had not seen much of each other outside the class or expressed their feelings to each other. Now after long five years of military duty, Bob had learnt...

3 years ago

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A Dusty Memory

Cloud looked across the attic, spotting the cardboard box she had been looking for. A sad smile formed on her face and without hesitation, she kneeled next to it, unafraid of the memories she knew it would kick up. With trembling hands, she opened the box like it was a rare treasure. To Cloud, it was just that. This box held her past. The past that she both loved and hated at the same time. After searching through the box for some time, she carefully lifted out an old picture. Gingerly wiping...

3 years ago

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Smell of a Memory

Psychologists tell us that memory can be triggered by sensory input. I like many, accepted that fact without much thought. We can all recall times when some sight, sound, smell or taste would remind us of something from our past. Over a month ago it happened to me but unlike previous occurrences, a whole series of memories were triggered leaving me stunned, shaking, aching in my heart for what had once been but would never be again. It was late, about 1:30 AM; I was at work at my desk when an...

4 years ago

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Christmas Memory

I awoke because my nose was cold. Beneath the covers, I was nicely warm, but my face and especially my nose had become cold. That caused my eyes to snap open. If I was cold, it was because the furnace was no longer working, and if the furnace was no longer working, then it had happened, and when my eyes opened, I saw that it had indeed happened: I had lost electricity. It was not unexpected. A blizzard of this magnitude had not struck the region in some fifty years, well before I was even...

2 years ago

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A Beautiful Memory

Something happened today, which brought back memories of my first sexual experience. Even today, that memory is one clear and sweet in my mind. I was only sixteen years old and had been brought up in a small west Texas town. The hormones that affect every young man about that age had me sneaking off every chance I got to look at an old Penthouse magazine that I had hidden in the garage. I had found the magazine in the alley that ran behind the houses on our street. It was a time before the...

3 years ago

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Summertime Memory

Lil’ s*s (Anna) and I where laying around nude by the pool in the relax center of my home, and, as the year was coming to an end, sharing some memories. Anna left her man this past March and started hanging around hubby and me a lot more, which has been nice for the both of us. Anyway, we both agreed that one of the best memories of the years was from the summer.We live a short drive from the ocean where the beaches having rolling sand dunes. One day in July hubby, Anna and I went to beach...

4 years ago

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A forgotten memory

I recently wrote about my first cocksucking experience but the act of writing it down triggered a memory I had suppressed for a long time, I did have one previous encounter….. This was actually my first time sucking a cock…… I was a young student just 18. I was living in shared rooms. There were 4 of us. 2 guys I got on with pretty well, the other Andy, was a bit weird. He was a pain to be around, always making inappropriate comments talking about sex, often strutting around naked and making...

2 years ago

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Memory

Last February, an external accounting team came to perform reviews within my company. A selected group of persons were chosen for the interview, I was one of the chosen ones to be interviewed. I began to suspect that the audits were just a cover-up. Working in the company's logistics I had nothing to do with corporate finances. I turned up for the audit, where I was welcomed by a team of four people. The interview went smoothly. They asked me innocent questions about life and work at the...

2 years ago

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A Crystalline Memory

Jesse was alone in the motel room. On a road trip into the past, along old Route 66. Sitting and thinking back on the time when he had lived just a few miles from this very town. On this Friday evening he was studying nostalgia. He'd been only nine years old. And his world had shattered and then been put back together as something completely different. It wasn't his fault, but he had paid the cost. He still remembered the sense of loss and pain as he sat here in the room, listening to, but not...

2 years ago

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Everlasting memory

Life is all about memories. You never know when a small incident can turn up into a memorable time and long lasting memory in your life. Well, I am Anand; I am working in Bangalore now in an IT industry. About myself, I am a very average looking guy. The incident I am going to share with you is of about 13 years back when I was a student studying in a college. I used to travel by train to reach my college everyday which is 60 Km away from my home town. Very first day in my class, I saw a very...

1 year ago

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The Memory

The following story is complete fantasy. It was about three o’clock in the afternoon and I was on my way home from classes at college. Being 26, a horny pervert, and not wearing any underwear, my dick was acting up again. I was rushing to the train, thinking about which video I would jerk off to when I got home. I probably wouldn’t need a video, I usually didn’t. I’m horny all the time, I’ll admit it – heck, I think about sex constantly. I had awoken that morning with a throbbing hard-on – I...

2 years ago

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Creating a Memory

*See ‘Preparing for my fantasy’ for the beginning of this story* * It takes twenty minutes to rouse you from your sleep. Gentle prodding, whispers. Part of me wants to give up because I am afraid, part of me stifles giggles. I send you a text ‘wake up’ and a wink. When I don’t hear your phone, I sneak it out of your pocket and place it next to your head. I send a few pictures of what is waiting for you…..me. Each time I try to wake you, I race back to the bed. I am nervous and excited when I...

1 year 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 night...

3 years ago

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A Special Memory

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...

2 years 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...

4 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...

3 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...

4 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...

3 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...

2 years 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...

2 years ago

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Burned In My Memory

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...

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...

2 years 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...

3 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...

2 years 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...

2 years 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....

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...

4 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...

4 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...

2 years 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...

3 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...

2 years ago

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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...

4 years ago

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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...