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Summer Fling By Mr. Double-U All Arnie wanted was a summer love. That wasn't too much to ask, was it? He sat on his blanket, listening to the waves against the shore. 'It's Labor Day weekend. Another summer shot in the ass' he thought. He watched as the couples walked arm in arm across the beach and sighed. 'He isn't so great looking', Arnie thought. 'How come she's with him and not me?' Arnie sat up and continued with his book. Arnie wasn't a star athlete or a rocket scientist. He was a 5'6", 135 pound glasses wearing weakling who was mostly ignored by the general public. He'd had girlfriends before, but his relationship lasted in terms of weeks, instead of years. He looked up at the ocean and started to get very sleepy. 'Just one summer love', he thought as he laid on the blanket, 'is that so much to ask?' Arnie fell asleep. He didn't know how long he was sleeping, but he awoke to something blocking his sun. He blinked a few times and finally focused on a large shape standing over him. "Excuse me," he said, "but you're blocking my sun." Something was wrong with his voice. He immediately put his hand to his throat. "I'm sorry." The mysterious stranger said. "But you're so beautiful, I just couldn't resist coming over to you." 'Beautiful? Me?' thought Arnie. 'He must be nuts. I'm not into guys!' Arnie sat up and noticed something strange. He pushed his HAIR out of his face. He also noticed two rather large breasts sitting on his chest. "What the hell?" he said holding his breasts. They felt real, he thought. He noticed a few other things as he sat up. He could see that his hands were slimmer and he now had long red nails. His stomach was flat and he had a gorgeous body. He was also wearing a very very skimpy bikini. Embarrassed, he threw a nearby towel around himself. "I must apologize." The mysterious stranger continued. "I'm sure that this happens to you all the time. I am Antonio Spinally." He said. "I am only here for a few days, but I would love to have dinner with you tonight. What is your name?" "Annie," he said. "Annie Farrell." 'That's not right', Arnie thought. The stranger took Arnie's hand and kissed it. 'This is happening way way too fast. And why the hell did I say my name was Annie? I've got to set this guy straight.' "I'd love to." Annie said. 'How did that happen?' Antonio smiled "Wonderful!" he said. "I can pick you up at your hotel at, say, 7:30"? Every thought Arnie had was to say no. No, I can't go out with you tonight. No, I'm really not a voluptuous blond. But what came out was: "That would be great. You can pick me up at the Galaxy Hotel. Room 305" Antonio smiled again and kissed Arnie's hand. Then walked away. 'This is too strange', Arnie thought. 'One minute I'm a normal guy looking for some romance and the next, I'm a blond bimbo going out on a date. Better get back to the hotel and figure out what's happening to me.' Arnie made his way across the beach towards the street. He couldn't help but notice all the stares he was getting on the way. 'Figures,' he thought. 'It had to be the busiest weekend of the entire summer when I turn into a hot chick. It couldn't have happened in the middle of January or something?' Arnie walked into the hotel and went as quickly as he could to his room. Maybe the answer was there someplace. He walked into the room and shut the door. His attention was immediately drawn to the mirror on the bathroom door. He couldn't believe it. This was him? He blinked his eyes and the blond in the mirror did the same thing. His raised his hand. Again, same thing. 'This was way weird!' What was weirder was what he saw when he turned around. For sitting on the bed, was a rather large man wearing what looked to be a glittery tuxedo and wings. "Now I know I'm delirious!" Arnie said. "Must have been that punch I had last night. Or maybe I ate some bad corned beef?" "You're not delirious." He said. He took a deep breath. "I'm the Love Fairy" "Love Fairy?" "Yeah." he finished. "Well, my name is really Mort but this week I'm the Love Fairy. We're a small division of Mythos Inc. You know Tooth Fairies, Boogie Monsters that sort of stuff." He leaned back on the bed. "Mind helping me, kid? These shoes are killing me." Arnie came over and took off the huge cowboy boots that the fairy was wearing. "Thanks. These things look great, but after a while they kill my feet." He started massaging his toes. "Excuse me," Arnie said. "I don't want to sound rude or anything but? can you tell me what the hell happened to me?" "Look!" Mort said. "I didn't ask for this job. Two weeks ago, I'm working in Anxiety closets and the boss calls me over. Says that fairys is short handed and can I help out for a week or so. Next thing I know, I'm reporting to cupid and poof!" he points to his wings. "I'm a fairy. The guys at the Union are gonna have a field day with this." "Can we get back to me for a second?" Arnie asked. "Why do I look like an extra on Baywatch?" "You asked for a summer romance, didn't ya?" "I wanted a girl! I didn't want to be one!!" Arnie yelled. "How the hell am I going to do this? I don't know the first thing about being a woman." "Hey, I'm doin' you a favor." Mort continued. "You know how much money you're gonna save going out tonight? That Antonio guy is gonna spoil you, but good." Mort smiled. "Oh yeah," he continued "A little flutter of the eyelashes and BLAM! It's lobster dinner." He hopped off the bed. "Don't worry about it. You'll know what to do." "Whoa!" Arnie said as he darted in front of Mort. "How am I going to become myself again?" "You'll change back on Monday." he said. "Monday??!! Well at least it's only for a day." Arnie said. "This is wonderful" he finished, flopping face down on the bed. "And you have a date in 10 minutes." "There's no way I'm doing this!" Arnie replied. "That's fine," Mort replied. "I guess it's no problem is Antonio sees you," Mort waived his wand, "like this." The wand hit Arnie on the head and the bikini he was wearing disappeared leaving him naked. "Not a bad job, if I say so myself." "All right! All right! You win." Arnie yelled putting his hands over his chest and pussy. "Can you please give me something to wear?" "OK." Mort waived the wand again. "How's this?" Arnie appeared in a short long sleeved red micro dress that bearly covered the red silk panties he was wearing. The stockings were nude and he wore 5" red heels. "Not quite what I had in mind." Arnie replied. "How about something a bit less," he pulled at the skirt "revealing?" "Oh?Sure," Mort said. "Just havin' a little fun." For the next 9 minutes Mort tried everything he could think of. A long black backless evening dress, a hot pink pantsuit with openings along the sides, a sleeveless short dress with an open midriff and white hotpants that were so tight Arnie had to lie down in them. They finally settled on a beautiful long summer dress with a slit up the side and a bolero jacket. A few seconds later, there was a knock at the door. "Don't just stand there." Mort said. "Answer it." Arnie paused in front of the door. "I promise," Mort continued as he waived his wand over Arnie's head, "you'll know exactly what to do." Arnie immediately felt a feeling of calmness come over him. He moved towards the door and opened it. Antonio was standing there, with a long stemmed red rose for him. Arnie felt something he's never felt before. Sure, he's given flowers on dates. But this is the first time he's ever received one. He felt flushed as he took the rose from Antonio's hand. "Annie," Antonio said as he kissed Arnie's hand. "You look beautiful." Antonio took Arnie's hand in his as they walked down the hall together. There were too many emotions going through Arnie's head. Confusion. Anticipation. Anger at Mort. "Thank you, Antonio." was all Annie said. They made their way into the large dining room in the hotel. A table was waiting for them in a dark corner of the room. A bottle of champagne and caviar was waiting for them. Arnie heard Mort's voice in his head. "Jackpot! Told ya there'd be great food." "Stop that!" Arnie said out loud. He turned to Antonio. "Not you. I, uh, thought I felt something brush against me." Arnie giggled slightly as Antonio continued opening the champagne. "You don't have to shout, kid." Mort continued standing right next to him. "Just think about what you want to say. One of the perks of the job, I can hear your thoughts." Mort turned to another table with a beautiful brunette. "But right now, I'm more interested in HER thoughts. See ya." Mort moved away to the other table and immediately proceeded to look up her skirt. Arnie looked at him. "Annie?" Antonio said. He had gotten the bottle open and was offering her a glass. "Are you all right?" Arnie took the glass. "I'm fine. Thank you." He took the glass and was ready to down it in one gulp. But something stopped him and he sipped it slowly. Really daintily. This is weird, Arnie thought. All at once, music started playing. Antonio put down his glass and stood up next to Arnie. "Shall we dance?" he asked. Arnie wanted to sit there and not move, but he felt himself being lifted up. He turned and there was Mort. Antonio took his hand and they moved out on to the dance floor. Antonio held Arnie close and he found that he liked it. Arnie wasn't much of a dancer as a guy, but it felt so natural being led around the floor by Antonio. Arnie found he liked the feeling of Antonio's strong arms around his waist and put his head against his chest. They danced for what seemed to be hours. When the music finally stopped, they noticed they were the only ones left in the room. Except for Mort, who was sitting in a chair with his feet up on the table looking slightly bored. "That was fun." Mort said sarcastically. "After the brunette left, the only people here were old ladies with bloomers." he shuddered. "There should be a law against that stuff." Antonio stopped as they reached the table. He looked at the dinner, now cold, sitting there. "Oh," he said. "I'm sorry, I guess I was so pre-occupied that we missed dinner. Allow me to make it up to you for lunch tomorrow. May I walk you to your room?" He asked holding his arm out for Arnie. Arnie took Antonio's arm as they walked to the elevator and up to the third floor. As the door closed, Arnie leaned over to Antonio and placed his head on his shoulder. Antonio smiled. The elevator door opened and they headed down the hall towards the room. Arnie was lost in his own thoughts. He never felt move comfortable or more secure than he did right now. There was something about being held in Antonio's arms that made Arnie feel wonderful. This was wrong, he knew. But Arnie didn't care. They arrived at the door to the room and as Arnie looked for the key, Antonio took his hand. "Annie, thank you for the most enjoyable evening I have spent in many months. Since the passing of my beloved wife, I have been a hermit. Never venturing out. For one evening, I was able to forget my grief and spend time with a beautiful woman." He kissed her hand and then placed it in his. "Thank you." He turned and began to head down the hall. "Antonio." Arnie called. "Would you like to come in for a nightcap?" Antonio smiled. "I would love to." and headed into the room. "Maybe I can find a good crap game to get into tonight." Mort said as he vanished in thin air. "She doesn't need me right now." The two of them headed into the room, Arnie leading the way. They spent time just talking. Talking about Antonio's life and Arnie telling his story as best he could, making sure to leave out the important stuff. "Annie," Antonio said. "I have been thinking about you all night. I would very much love to kiss you, but I don't want to seem forward." Arnie leaned forward, without thinking and kissed him. Arnie has never felt like this before. There was something wonderful about kissing this man. Antonio moved his hands to Arnie's waist and then to his hips. He could tell that Antonio was enjoying himself by the erection that was clearly visible in his pants. Arnie moved his hands toward that area, but was stopped by Antonio. "No," he said. "You first." Antonio reached his hands up and removed the jacket that Annie was still wearing. He then lowered the straps off her shoulders, revealing her beautiful breasts. Antonio began to touch and squeeze the nipples making them hard, then sucking and nibbling them. Annie had never felt a sensation like that before. Even with sex with his various girlfriends, the feelings were never this powerful. Antonio then lowered the dress and moved his hands down her stomach and toward the bikini panties. Annie was surprised at how wet she was there. Antonio ran his hands along her pussy and the tops of her thighs. Annie began to shudder as Antonio removed her panties. This was the first time that she had seen her pussy and was surprised at how wonderful it looked. She was hairless except for a small patch of blond hair just above her slit. Antonio began to lick along the outside of her pussy. The feeling was overwhelming. Antonio then moved inside and began to use his tongue. Annie couldn't take it anymore. She began to rock and grind her pussy into Antonio's face. She wanted him deeper inside her. Her moans became louder and louder. Antonio moved his face away and placed one of his fingers inside her pussy. Annie couldn't take it anymore and began to scream. Antonio smiled and placed another finger in her pussy. She couldn't take it anymore and began to play with her breasts as Antonio's fingers went in and out of her pussy. When Annie came, it was unbelievable. She couldn't stop. Her entire body shook as she came repeatedly. Even after he pulled his fingers out, she couldn't stop cumming. She awoke the next morning completely naked, curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed. Mort was standing in the corner eating a bagel. "I told you you'd know what to do." he said smiling. "So how was it? Tell me all the gory details." He moved and sat on the edge of the bed. He was wearing the same tuxedo that he had on last night. "Oh Shit!" Arnie said moving slowly off the bed and staggering towards the bathroom. "I can't believe what I did last night." He stood in front of the toilet and started to pee, until he realized that he couldn't do that anymore. "Fuck!" he said. "Hell of a way to start the morning, kid." Mort said as he took another bite of his bagel. "Oh by the way," he continued. "Something arrived for you this morning while you were asleep. It's sitting out in the hallway." Arnie staggered out of the bathroom and towards the door. "Excuse me, missy" Mort said, "but I really think you should put something on first." Arnie looked down and realized that Mort was right. He grabbed a robe from the closet and opened the door. He looked down and saw a beautiful bouquet of flowers in a crystal vase. Arnie picked them up and placed it on the table. "There's a note." Arnie said as he opened the envelope. "My dearest Annie" it said. "I wish to thank you again for a most wonderful evening and I hope that you will meet me for lunch at 2pm at a little cafe in town called La Casa Rosa. Please do not disappoint me. Love, Antonio." Arnie folded the card and placed it back in the envelope. "Ooo!" Mort said sarcastically. "How romantic." "Stuff it fairy!" Arnie replied. "Yo, watch that shit, huh?" Mort finished. "You were the one who asked for a summer romance. Remember?" "Doesn't matter because you're changing me back today." Arnie said. "Right. I'm a man of my word. I'll take care of that right now." Mort said. He waived his wand and Arnie began to change. He went from the gorgeous blond that he was to his normal plain self. "There. As promised." "Thank you." Arnie said. He ran his hands up and down his body. "Don't worry." Mort said. "All your equipment is there. Well, guess I'd better be leavin'. Gotta see if I can get back to my old job. No offense, but I'd much rather scare the shit out of some kid then try to help people find true romance." "None taken." Arnie said. "See ya." As Mort was about to leave, there was a knock at the door. Arnie went over to open it and find Antonio standing there. "Excuse me sir." he said. "I am looking for Miss Annie Farrell. Is she here?" "Sorry," Arnie replied. "She's gone. Anything I can help you with?" "No." Antonio said. The look on his face was heartbreaking. The sparking eyes that Arnie had seen as Annie were gone. Antonio opened the box he was holding and looked at the diamond ring sitting there and lowered his head. "No message at all. Thank you." He turned down the hall and moved slowly towards the elevator. Arnie watched him as he walked away. "Poor bastard." Mort said. "Oh well. Not your concern. It was just a summer romance." He turned towards the door. "I'll be seeing you." "Wait Mort." Arnie said. He walked over to Mort. "Change me back." "What??" Mort asked. "I thought you didn't want to be a girl anymore." "I felt things with Antonio that I've never felt before." Arnie said. "He truly cares for me. Well, for Annie at least. He's so lonely. He doesn't deserve to lose two women." Mort sat for a moment. "Are you sure it's something you want to do?" he asked. "Once I do this, Arnie Farnsworth will no longer exist. You'll have no memory of ever being Arnie." Mort sat down. "Is that what you want?" Arnie placed his hands on Mort's shoulders. They went right through. "Yes, it's what I want." he said. "More than anything in the world." Mort waived his wand over Arnie's head. "Good luck to ya, kid." Arnie changed back into Annie wearing a short flowered summer dress and sandals. Annie ran as quickly as she could down the hall. "Antonio! Wait!" she yelled. Antonio turned around and smiled the brightest smile she had ever seen. They ran to each other's arms and kissed each other passionately. Mort smiled. "Sweet kid." Mort said. "I hope they're real happy together." and disappeared. (the end)

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Ashleys Fling

Mike Waller sat patiently in his the living room of his apartment waiting for his special guest to arrive. Soon enough he heard a knock on the door and went to answer it. After unscrewing the deadbolt and unlocking the door, he opened it slightly to see who it was. Sure enough it was Agent Ashley Hayes of the FBI. He met her during a meeting at the Defense Intelligence Agency early on today. “Are we doing this or what?” she asked. “Sure come in, I have a coat rack on the wall.” After stepping...

2 years ago
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NOT A MERE FLING

I had been in college for four years and was mere months away from graduating. i should have been happy to leave that God forsaken place but I was was not content at all. I realized that i had missed out on a lot of things especially sex. while my friends partied all night long getting laid and doing things i cant even write, i was busy studying voraciously.Now i have only one job, get fucking laid,school can go fuck itself.Now, as I sit in the lecture room listening to my professor droning on...

2 years ago
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Singapore Fling

Alex and Mike boarded their flight to Singapore, a quick two day stop over before they headed to Paris. The holiday was well over due. They had both worked and saved hard to have a great three week break. Alex took the window seat and Mike in the middle hoping that the aisle would remain free. Although only an eight hour flight the extra room would be good he thought. As the plane filled each person that came past their row could be a potential candidate. “Not that fat guys, please he...

1 year ago
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Naughty fling

I loved the excitement of my secret affair. I couldn’t get enough. And that was the problem…My affair with vikki started innocently enough in an online chat room called POF and blossomed into a series of steamy encounters. I looked forward to our daily emails and chats and longed for the times when we met. But, in the 3 months since we had known one another, we had only been alone a few times. Vikki and I, are both married to other people, always met in public places the coffee shops and...

4 years ago
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The summer fling

Jamie, is a 22 Year old Bartender, who is 5ft 11, with Dark Brown Hair, and Hazel Eyes.It was a cold Friday morning at the beginning of Winter, and Jamie was packing his bag for his weekend away. As he put his clothes away, he heard his phone ringing."Hello?" He said, "Hey, I'm just about to finish packing and I'll be heading to the train station, I can meet you there, right? Okay, I'll see you soon! Don't tell anybody!" He said, grinning as he put the phone down.He put the last few things into...

3 years ago
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Her hotel fling

She got dressed in sexy attire,A skirt, nice silk top with stockings and heels. She loved the feeling of getting dressed up sexily, enjoyed the attention she got. She had been at the hotel a week now and was eager for some interaction. She went down the stairs to the hotel bar. A handsome looking man caught her eye. Smiling at him she hitched her skirt a little higher. He watched her and she winked at him. She could see the bulge in his pants appearing. “Can I get you a drink?” he asked her...

Straight Sex
2 years ago
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Carrie my lesbian fling

I was lonely…I just had to break down and admit it. I hadn’t been with a man in 3 months. I missed the sex. I missed the touching. I had masturbated and made myself cum almost every day, but it wasn’t the same. Finally I had slacked off of that even. It had been 2 weeks since I had even had an orgasm. What kind of funk was I in? Finally I made up my mind. This has to stop. I gotta quit moping around the house and get out and have some fun. I called up my best friend Carrie and asked her if she...

Lesbian
1 year ago
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Back Yard Fling

Fuck, its happened again! Let me explain, every morning I've woken up moaning with my fingers rubbing my clit, just bringing myself to orgasm.Every night the same dream; it always starts with me in the back yard after work, around 10pm, relaxing having a vodka and coke, looking at the stars. My next door neighbour strolls out his back door and the smell -a mix of Lynx Instinct, which I find irresistible - and a big joint fills the air.He leans over the fence and looks me up and down, then tells...

Anal
1 year ago
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Highland Fling

Anita wasn’t supposed to be vacationing alone. The trip to Scotland had been planned for months, a fifth anniversary trip, and her husband was supposed to be there. Three months before the trip he transformed from her “husband” into a “low-life, cradle-snatching, liar-cheater, asshole”. Whilst not an unknown transformation in the human species, this was a painful shock to her.For weeks after she found out about the affair with his eighteen year-old blonde Personal Assistant, Anita...

Straight Sex
2 years ago
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Honeymoon Fling

(This is my first attempt at writing a story from the perspective of a woman. Plase let me know how effective it is) My name’s Anjali. I’m 23 years old, have dark hair and olive, asian skin tone. I grew up in North London and my parents are quite religious Hindus who came here in the 70s. I’m not so religious and I like a good time..At school I had a reputation as a bit of a slut. I went with all the good looking guys and was the first girl in my class to loose my cherry..After school I went to...

3 years ago
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My Pregnant Fling

Ever find yourself in a situation completely immoral, yet allowed you to live out one of your deepest, darkest fantasies?I'd been using Tumblr for about 6 months or so, just as a way to catalogue photos of pregnant women that I liked. Somehow, through my lurking around, I found that there were many people, including women, who shared my fetish, and even used the site as an outlet for themselves. I started following a woman who had recently declared herself pregnant and a few weeks later, she...

1 year ago
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Sexy Late Night Club Fling

You catch my eye standing at the end of the bar, all blue jeans and shirt sleeves rolled up. I'm a total sucker for that half-smile you flash me before you disappear in the crowd.I sip my drink and try to catch sight of you. I see a stunning woman take your arm and one of the drinks you had carried over. I pout a little, clearly, you're here with someone - girlfriend, wife maybe?I make my way to the dance floor ready to dance the night away. Someone's hand brushes my shoulder and I hear...

Straight Sex
1 year ago
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Smoky Fling

The trolley let Jack and Roxanne off a block from the Barcode Bar & Grill. They stepped into the balmy night. Roxanne lit a corked cigarette and grabbed jack’s hand, pulling him toward a half-built Uptown home. It was one of a few new constructions going up on the street. No doors or windows yet, but the house had a roof and walls.Jack smelled a mix of fresh paint and the trailing smoke of Roxanne’s square as they entered. Stepping over some ruble and pulling Jack off to a corner lit partially...

Fetish
2 years ago
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Paris Fling

He arrived at the airport a little early. So after picking up his ticket, and checking his bags, he decided to sit down and read the paper till his flight was called. He was tired, and it was going to be a long flight. The fight with his wife the night before hadn't helped much. " Oh well ", he thought. " I'll sleep on the plane." He had all the extra work for his meeting caught up, so he could relax on the flight over. He took this trip for the annual stockholder's meeting once a year...

3 years ago
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Suddenly Rich KidChapter 10 A Perfect Fling

The convertible, a white Volvo C70, was roomy enough. With Danny at the wheel and Lynn on the rear seat behind him, Ashley had enough room behind Lucy. With the roof folded back into the trunk, there was still enough luggage room for their duffles. The car was a smooth ride and perfectly fitting the narrow secondary roads. Versailles had only merited a brief visit. Danny volunteered to stay with the car and their luggage, being sick and tired of Baroque furnitures and paintings. Orléans was...

2 years ago
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JuniorChapter 6 Summer of 1991 Keyword Fling

We stopped at a market and while Patti was shopping, saying she preferred to shop alone because my tagging along would distract her, I killed time at the drugstore next door. I found what I was looking for, Dining out in Atlanta, the magazine Smyth had boasted his articles appeared in. I picked up the July and August issues of the magazine and on my way to the cash register I spotted the condom display, my favorite section in the store. How could I not stop and admire the colorful packages?...

4 years ago
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The Wilmington Womans ClubChapter 10 Bernies Exhibitionist Fling

Bernie had two more dates with Eddie Boyle, but neither ended with anything close to the excitement he'd generated on the condo stairs during the hurricane. She began avoiding his calls, and after a brief interval, Eddie looked elsewhere. Val was puzzled, for Bernie, while good looking didn't seem to attract all that many suitors; if suitor's translated into desirable hunks. But Val had her Joe, and while she was concerned about Bernie's lack of boyfriends, she didn't dwell on the...

2 years ago
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Summer Voodoo

Continuing the Summer saga, this story picks up where "Summer is Hot in Cozumel" left off. "So, John, what's the deal with you sexually propositioning Aaron?" "WHAT?!" Grinning, Summer poked him in the ribs. "Don't try to deny it, you glorious freak. I heard you on Dave's phone call, trying to talk Aaron into helping you join the Mile High Club." John leaned back and laughed, "Oh god, you heard that? Okay, fine, Summer, you're onto me! My secret is out!" Still grinning,...

3 years ago
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Summers Story

The two of them walked through the double glass doors of the convenience store with a whoosh of wind following them, blowing through the center aisle way next to the service counter, magazines and pages flipping through the wind. There was no one else there but Jeff, the clerk working the register, who at the moment was using the customer restroom on the other end of the convenience store. The cameras were the only things that caught them at first.One was male, tall and skinny, seemed to hide...

3 years ago
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Summering in Femininity Part 12 Summers End Continued

The next morning, a Saturday, Taylor was awoken by a gentle knock on his door. He sat up to see Aunt Agnes waiting by the door. "Is something wrong?" Taylor asked, yawning. "I was about to ask you the same thing, Emily hasn't come by yet and I got worried," Aunt Agnes stepped into the room. "Worried? Why?" Taylor reached for his phone and realized that it was nearly noon. "Wow... She let me sleep in?" "Did you two have a fight?" Aunt Agnes asked. "No," Taylor replied. "I...

2 years ago
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Summering in Femininity Part 1 A Bummer Summer

A Bummer Summer? It was the dream of every seventeen year old, during the summer before his senior year of high school to spend it miles away from all his friends and all his stuff. In case you couldn't tell, that was sarcasm, because for Taylor Hughes, that was the last thing that he wanted. Unfortunately, he had no control over the matter. His parents were going out of the country on business for the entire summer, and trying as he might, Taylor was unable to convince them to let him...

4 years ago
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Summer Is Hot in CozumelChapter 3

"Aha! I see you found the old tank top," Dave said, hugging Summer from behind as she stood at the kitchen counter chopping potatoes. Wrapping her arms around his, Summer smiled. "Did you think there was any chance I wouldn't? I'd already found it way before you left your phone message." "Well, I was right, you do look absolutely amazing in it." "Thank you, sweetie. I'm glad you like it on me. It's shorter than that little nightshirt you love so much, which at least sort of...

3 years ago
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Summer My Sisters Best Friend

This is a Summer Lovin’ contest story. Please vote. * Stephen’s love of his life is his sister’s best friend, Summer, a woman eight years older than him. Summer, I’m in love with Summer, my sister Christine’s best friend and I don’t know what to do about it. Love at first sight, it all started the first time I saw Summer in the summer of 1968. She was in the backyard with my sister in the pool. As if my sister was swimming with an angel, a woman with a model’s face and a porn star body, I...

3 years ago
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Summer Is Hot in CozumelChapter 1

"Jake, promise me that I'll never wake from this dream..." Sighing contentedly while pulling our light blanket over us, she hugged herself against my bare chest. Once she was all settled in, I wrapped my arms around her slender shoulders and kissed her forehead before giving my happy girl a gentle squeeze. Summer and I lay together on our back porch, staring up at the brilliant starry night sky of Cozumel. She was curled in my lap, purring like a kitten. Bathed in soft, warm candlelight,...

1 year ago
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Summering in Femininity Part 9 Three Cheers for Taylor

One of most annoying things about Emily, Taylor had decided, was her sleep schedule. So far, he'd been able to avoid her morning jogs, but she was always at the door right after, far earlier than Taylor would have liked. And unlike Logan, who unfortunately (or fortunately, given Emily's repeated hinting that Taylor had a crush on him, despite his objections) had other obligations most of the time, she was free to drag Taylor wherever she wanted to go, usually the mall. Taylor's happiness...

2 years ago
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summer 2

Lilly talked for the both of us asking each of us questions and going on about her day until I heard mom say (to Lilly) "did you hear about the new Nudist beach their building over in Balsam?" I swallow my anger and ask "how come their building a resort there,there's no beach on the lake except in the park right?" Mom looks at me and says "actually there's a sand bar on the side of the lake grandpas house is on" I chuckled and said bet the Ryersons be all excited about that" mom...

2 years ago
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SummerChapter 3

#RING# I reached over to pick up my phone - It was Dad! "Hey Gregory!" "Hey Dad!" "How are you and Summer getting along these days?" He sounded sincere, for a change. "A lot better dad, we sat down a couple days ago and talked out our issues with each other. Now - we're like inseparable, going everywhere together! Are you and mom back from skiing or are you just checking in on us kids to make sure we haven't killed each other!" "Just checking – I called home and got June, who...

2 years ago
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Summer Holidays

Author's Note The wicked step mother is a familiar theme and Aaron Swindling's Step Mother Knows Best, is my particular favourite. I wanted to write one where the step son refuses to be a victim and succeeds in maintaining his dignity and essential decency under difficult circumstances. Be warned there is very little sex and no humiliation. Summer Holidays Holiday Plans Shay Pegg gazed out of the window of the rapidly moving train, idly watching as the countryside...

2 years ago
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Summer in The City

Hot TownThe Outdoor Film Festival had Grant Park buzzing with activity and hot women. Yet, she still stood out to me. She seemed hot from a distance, and not just from the July Chicago heat. As I watched, she suddenly began gathering her things and leaving. I caught up to her, and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned and then promptly collided with my chest. “Sorry!” she said in apology. “You’re not leaving, are you?” I said as if we were old friends. I could see she was scanning my six-foot...

1 year ago
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Summer 9

She’d arrived with a small suitcase, much like before. And, just like before I offered her the spare bedroom. I probably should have talked it over with Jennette first, but thankfully, she seemed okay with it.‘I think telling you no would be worse for us than telling you yes,’ was what she told me and so it was settled although, despite that, I was understandably nervous with both of them in the house especially since Summer, had she changed at all during the last three years, seemed to fall...

Incest
3 years ago
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Summer in the fields

Steve is an average 19 year old on the outside. He has a full time job, a live in girlfriend (Amanda), divorced parents, and 2 cats. On the inside he's about to erupt. Summer is the eruption. Summer is Steve's "alter ego" who comes around every now and then. Steve used to let Summer drive around on the many less traveled roads in the area. Summer has never been with a guy, and she only got enough courage to massage the outside of her asshole with her wet finger. Right now Summer's about to...

Crossdressing
2 years ago
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Summer Sex and Summer Love

This is more of a stroke story than anything terribly serious. In spite of the first person narrative, it is a work of fiction, it is not biographical. There are always snippets of truth and fact in any work of fiction. I’ve tried to give my characters thoughts and words which fit the time, the place and their situations. In my last summer of graduate school, I scored a real coup. I was picked with another guy for a heaven-sent student assistance job. The two of us were responsible for...

3 years ago
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Summering in Femininity Part 11 Summers End

Over the course of the summer, Taylor's life had changed in numerous ways, but the most noticeable change was in his morning routine. After agreeing to join the cheerleading program, Taylor was then quickly roped into Emily's morning jogs, so that meant being up early and in a tight running outfit. Once the run was over, Taylor would return to Aunt Agnes' to take a shower, which was a whole production, since he had an entirely new hair and skin-care regimen courtesy of Emily's cajoling....

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