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Sunday

"Mmph..." Jamie moaned as she forced her tired eyes open. A quick glance at the clock made her sigh- it was 5:45am, a time that up until recently, the 26 year old woman would have balked at, especially on a cold, wet Sunday morning in December. However, Jamie didn't hesitate to swing her smooth, slender legs out of her bed, wrap a warm dressing gown around her shivering body and pad the short distance down the landing towards the reason for her being awake so early. "Hey, hey cutie..."...

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Sunday Lunch

“He’s asleep, come with me,” whispered Jackie in Dave’s ear. Dave stood carefully, looked at the slumbering George and tip-toed out of the conservatory. Jackie eased the door shut, being careful not to let the latch click. They moved more quickly into the hallway where Jackie turned, put her arms around Dave’s neck and kisses him greedily.“Don’t worry he’ll sleep for hours.” She led him upstairs.About a year before, Dave had been sitting at the bar of ‘The Winner’ just coming up to eleven...

3 years ago

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Sunday School Piano Player

This story begins in 2006. I was coming up on a move from Anchorage, Alaska to Columbia, South Carolina. I decided to use some online dating sites to maybe lay some groundwork to hook up with some women in SC. I had started talking to this (as I saw in photos) extremely cute, busty 18 year old girl. We shall call her Diane for the sake of anonymity. We talked casually for a few months via Yahoo messenger and grew to know quite a bit about each other. She was a big fan of my favorite band...

4 years ago

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Sunday morning

Sunday Morning Part 1 She was shaken awake. It was Sunday. She knew what to do. She went to the bathroom with her pile of clothes and prepared. She showered and did her hair just so, she had shaved in the shower......completely bare this week...she would surprise him.? She bent and slipped a garter belt on running her hands over her very smooth Mont de Venus thinking how nice it felt, so soft and smooth, she would not wear nickers today. She felt a shiver of excitement as she thought of her...

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Sunday school teacher

Her name is Mrs. Jones. She was my Sunday school teacher and confirmation teacher. She was very prim and proper. Neat tidy business style dresses. She was thin with dark brown hair. She always took classes very seriously, but she was always staring at me during class. One Sunday morning,when I was 13, she told me to stay after and help her pick up, which I found odd, since her son was there. He was actually a friend of mine. But I knew better than to make waves at church. When her son had gone...

3 years ago

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Sunday Love Songs 02

Second and final part. It will make more sense if the first part is read first. Both parts are quite long. ‘Steve Wright’s Sunday Love Songs’ is a real BBC Radio 2 programme: Nine till eleven am GMT every Sunday. I’m not sure if they still do the long lost friends item. In any case, they never connected Kevin and Nicola with each other, since they are both fictional characters! All characters in sexual situations are over eighteen. —– We left Kevin searching and worrying about Nicola who...

1 year ago

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Sunday Morning Delight

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...

3 years ago

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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...

3 years ago

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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...

4 years ago

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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...

4 years ago

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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...

4 years ago

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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...

1 year ago

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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...

3 years ago

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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...

4 years ago

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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...

2 years ago

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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...

2 years ago

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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...

2 years ago

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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...

3 years ago

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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...

3 years ago

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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;...

4 years ago

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Sunday Morning Going Down

I like mornings. Never had a problem getting up early. But, Sunday mornings can go either way: if I enjoyed myself a lot Saturday night, then Sundays can be a bit painful. Or groggy. Or, groggy and painful. Last Sunday was neither. Due to a change in my usual schedule, my fiance and I were alone on Sunday morning for a change. This… turned out to be a very good thing. I got up around 8, brought in the paper, and found she was still ‘out’ at 9. So I brewed some coffee, surfed the web and made...

2 years ago

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Sunday Services

Harry Andersen couldn't understand why his mother tells him every Sunday that she doesn't need a ride to church on Sundays into the city. He even offered to take her because he goes to the same church. She doesn't have a car. There was no big deal. She told him that the minister comes by every Sunday afternoon to give her cummioun. Harry spent a couple of hours thinking why she would do this to him for the fourth time in a month. He wanted to know what was so important to receive commiun at...

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Sunday at the Pool With George

I always saw him in the dressing room at the pool in our apartment building. I’m 53 years old and retired. I swim every day to help me stay in shape so I’ve seen him many times both at the pool and in the changing rooms. He’s probably about nine or ten years old, a little over four feet tall with sandy, reddish blonde, sun bleached hair. Before that Sunday afternoon I had never spoken a word to him but I had noticed him since he liked to strut around the changing area in the nude and...

2 years ago

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Sunday was great Pt 5

Introduction: Risk was btter than his dad in bed We all slept well, waking fairly early, Liz saw Grants cock standing up, and without saying any thing, took him in the bath room and lay him down, sitting on his cock, she let her morning pee loose, as it run down his cock and over his body, he smiled and with a bit of effort pushed up filling her pussy with his piss, seeing this set me off, so standing over him I aimed my first squirt at her boobs and then worked down onto Grants chest, when we...

3 years ago

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Sunday With My Aunt

Sunday lunch time was always my favourite time of the week because it meant lunching with my mother's sister, my Aunt Rose. So punctually, on the dot of twelve thirty, I rang the bell on the front door of her imposing old house in one of the better parts of town.At forty-two she was two years older than my mother and a senior partner in a well respected accountancy firm, she'd never married and was often quoted as saying that she never would."Ah David," she smiled on opening the door, "Right on...

3 years ago

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Sunday Morning

It is the early hours of Sunday morning, midsummer. A crack of sunlight pours through the window and there is a freshly cut grass smell in the air. It's that blissful split-second when you wake up and nothing matters. I lie next to my lover. My favourite place. There is nothing I like better the lying on his chest, the smell of a man, the little bit of hair, the mix of bed sweat and pure manliness. I snuggle in to his chest, wanting, yearning for his cock. I kiss his cheek, he doesn't react. I...

4 years ago

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Sunday morning real life

This is not a story, this is as it actually happened, how we made love on Sunday morning, as requested by a friend on XH. (Jane tells the first part and Billy tells the second part).I opened my eyes slowly as I awoke. There was light behind the curtains, and I lay in a relaxed half asleep, half awake state, thinking that it was Sunday morning and there was nothing pressing to do. I could tell Billy was awake from the sound of his breathing. One of us will make the tea, normally decided by who...

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Sunday night ripe pussy session

So Sunday night she came over around 11:30pm. I was already pretty tired but I honored her request to only answer the door wearing my cage. She grabbed me by the balls and squeezed them really hard till I was sort of bent over and said to me “I love the control you allow me to have over you.” She released a bit, but still held on to them and locked the door behind us. She led me to the bedroom by my balls but not the room we normally play in. She said we are doing this in your bed tonight. She...

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SUNDAY CHURCH LADY SUCKS OFF A VARIETY OF MEN ON

SUNDAY- CHURCH LADY SUCKS OFF A VARIETY OF MEN ON A SUNDAY!So I have been pretty horny. Not allot of cock since the demise of Craigslist personals months ago. I decided it was time to hit the Adult Book Store scene. Their are 2 in the area, one in MA and one in Seabrook, NH. Last weekend I went to the bookstore in MA. It is seedy, a hit and miss ABS, which makes it even better! It is frequented by gays and marrieds, occasionally by a Tranny or CD type like me. One of the best times to go is...

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Sunday porno

Hello again. This story from Ms diary relates to a Sunday when she wrote, V picked me up at ten in the morning, went to his place, straight to bed and he put a blue movie on, good fuck. As usual I like to lie next to M and ask her to tell me more while I wank myself off. She tells me that on this day her black rasta boyfriend, the skinny one with the big cock, arranged to pick her up early one Sunday morning to take her out. She said this was strange for a number of reasons, for starts where...

4 years ago

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Sunday Sunday

Sunday, Sunday. After the pain had slightly subsided, I began to enjoy the feeling of him taking me. We had struggled for over a month to get to this point of no return, each evening we would lay together and try. For me, the pain was always too much to bear, but mostly I was scared of letting myself be hurt. Over the weeks we had tried quite a few techniques to eventually get to this point, one was him spitting onto his fingers and slowly rubbing his it against my hole, fingering me...

4 years ago

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Sunday fun day

Every day on the way out to my office in Saddar, I past Sana Haq.We lived in the same apartment building and were neighbors, my flat was above hers. I have to say that the 5ft 3inch Chokri (babe) gave me a hard on whenever I saw her. Her well tailored shalwar Kamiz was in the height of Desi fashion. (Short, sleeveless Kamiz and shalwar stopping teasingly just above her very nicely shaped ankles)She had shoulder length black hair, slightly frizzy (jungle-bhal like this, is my favorite) a round...

1 year ago

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Sunday Morning

For a tantalizing second it hung, suspended by the tiniest thread, a perfect teardrop, before dropping, glistening orange-amber in the morning sun. Just a second later, it splashed against tanned skin, rivulets spreading over the dark brown of a hardening nipple. I giggled and lunged forward, sucking the piece of mango out of your fingers. It was Sunday morning. Sunlight streamed through the windows and across the bed. Sunday papers were spread out amongst the rumpled sheets and our naked...

1 year ago

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Sunday Family Dinner

It was a normal sunday me and my whole family went to church for our regular family get together. And as always we meet at my grandparents house for dinner. This Sunday was extra special. I was sitting the pew with my family when my aunt Andrea walked in. She looked so stunningly beautiful and sexy as always. She had on a black dress and pressed tightly against her 36d tits, she was 46 yrs old and could make me horny as hell. The dress was cut pretty high, that i could almost see her cunt hair....

3 years ago

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Sundays with Sultana Sharmila

The following is a true account written by a friend of mine in Calcutta. Read it and enjoy. In a few earlier narratives I have described a couple of erotic sessions with my former girlfriend Roma. Today, I shall describe some extremely satisfying sexual sessions with my present girlfriend Sharmila. Sharmila, 37, a probashi divorcee from New Delhi, is a management executive working for a National News Channel and she is currently on a three year assignment in its Kolkata office. We met first at...

4 years ago

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Sunday Afternoon

Ruby had been going to the community pool for weeks now, trying to catch as many rays as possible before the weather would invariably turn colder. Summer never seemed to last long enough before Fall would roll in with it's crisp air and brilliant leaves. The sun was high overhead and the water was cool and inviting.

4 years ago

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Sunday Afternoon

Chapter 1 I write this in my kitchen, my laptop open before me while Nicole sweats out her tardiness in my bedroom. Soft whimpers permeate from the slightly open door that exposes nothing but darkness and the subtle creaking of the furniture her body shifts against, searching for elusive comfort. She arrived later then expected and I had begun to grow impatient. After an hour and twenty-one minutes I had begun to assume she had chickened out again. I greeted her sourly at the door sourly...

4 years ago

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Sundays Tonic

Sundays afternoons are always twinged with twilight. The setting of the weekend, drawing long shadows of an impending Monday. As days of the week go it’s my least favourite, reminding me of my own middling years, overwhelmed by the dawning considerations of old age. These are symptoms that need self medicating, a gloom only cured by a specific light. My prescribed treatment? The pursuit of sexual gratification, willing or otherwise. To humiliate others distracts from my own inadequacies and...

4 years ago

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Sunday Love SongsChapter 2

Now here I was years later listening to a Sunday morning sloppy 'lurve' programme, which was telling me she wanted to contact me again. I was not in a relationship, though I had a couple of girlfriends who were friends-with-benefits. They felt it was too early for them to be committed long term to anyone. Beth and Julie were good friends and each knew the other was sleeping with me, and I was happy as I was, who wouldn't be? I wondered what good it would do to see Nicola. Why did she...

4 years ago

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Sunday Morning Pt 04

It was Sunday morning and Abbie was out for her morning swim. The dinner with David’s parent’s had been Thursday evening followed by a date with David on Friday night. That date was an eventful one for both. They’d gone to the local place on their side of the lake instead of the fancier restaurant with the walking path. They sat opposite the other eating their burgers and fries talking about college and the soon to start academic year. ‘The swim team meets for first work outs in ten days. I’d...

4 years ago

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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...

4 years ago

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sunday morning and the carrot

Introduction: me and my flat mate Me and my flat mate 1- Sunday morning and the carrot. She is really cute. So thin, so blonde. With her athletic body and two little tits, always going around the house wearing just a thong. I am a 36 years old woman, and first days I didnt like this 22 years old waitress, but I need to share my flat bills! She moved here a week ago and this morning she is so happy cause its Sunday and she doesnt work. However, she woke up early as always. I guess she likes I...

3 years ago

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Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning Sunday morning. Didn’t want to get out of bed, but I knew I had to. I worked night shift last night and my head ached. Pretty sure I would have to work my second job today. Night shift at the mill, and part-time at a salon, of all things. But work was work, and I needed the money bad. Owed a lot of money, plus trying to get my little brother through school. Phone rang at 10:30. Caller ID said it John, the salon owner. I answered. John told me come in at 12:30. I have a customer...

3 years ago

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Sunday Drive

Sunday Drive Richard and I were on a Sunday drive, not really going nowhere. I’m not a mac’d’s fan at all So when Richard said hey mom my treat as he pulled in the drive thru I laughed and said so you think your mom’s a cheap date huh? He laughed at that and said no, there’s nothing cheap about you mom. I said then splurge away and we both laughed over that little joke. I was looking at his profile and could see a lot of me in his face and I went to myself thank god he didn’t gets his sperm...

3 years ago

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Sunday Morning Going Down

Hi, I’m Sylvia; but my friends call me Syl. This past September my husband Ron’s birthday fell on a Sunday. I wanted to make the day especially memorable for him because it was his first birthday as a Daddy, since our baby had been born six months earlier. After giving birth, my libido had first subsided, but then returned more intensely than ever before. As usual, we prepared to go to church on Sunday morning. I purposely dilly-dallied though, causing us to be a little bit late. Ron urged me...

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Sunday Fun Day

We had just had a fun night at a swingers' party on Saturday night and I woke up happy and relaxed. I didn't think the weekend could get any better. I rose and went out to the kitchen and called my man’s name. I failed to get a response. There was a note lying on the kitchen table telling me his friend had free Patriot tickets. He'd left me at home alone with his son. I wasn't satisfied with just sitting home for my Sunday afternoon. After taking a shower and having coffee, I was bored. I went...

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Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning Sunday morning. Didn't want to get out of bed, but I knew I had to. I worked night shift last night and my head ached. Pretty sure I would have to work my second job today. Night shift at the mill, and part-time at a salon, of all things. But work was work, and I needed the money bad. Owed a lot of money, plus trying to get my little brother through school. Phone rang at 10:30. Caller ID said it John, the salon owner. I answered. John told me come in at 12:30. I have a customer...

4 years ago

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Sunday Dinner

Luann Dubicki rushed inside the house from the biting cold outside. She had just returned from mass and soon her family would be joining her for the weekly Sunday dinner. She became a widow after her husband, Bob, was killed in a car wreck a few years prior. The thought to remarry never crossed the mind of the registered nurse. She just poured everything she had into her five c***dren. She checked on the pot roast. It looked good and smelled even better. The graying blond washed her hands and...

3 years ago

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Sunday night football

Sunday night football.My wife went out with her co-workers to a bar to watch the game last Sunday night. She said I would probably need to pick her up since she had a bad day and was goi g to get hammered (I was called into work and was getting out after the game was over). We texted each other and she kept me up on the score. I didn’t hear much from her the fourth quarter, figured she was drunk and doing shots. I got out and I asked if she needed me to pick her up....no reply. I swung by the...

4 years ago

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Sunday driver

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, not unlike most I suppose. It was getting a little late in the day, and I was starting to think about getting ready for the week ahead. Outside the rain had been falling off and on throughout the day, and the air smelled sweet like it does after a good rain. Fall was definitely in the air. I was staring out the window, lost in my own thoughts about what the week would bring, when he said, “let’s go for a drive.” I lept at the chance to have something to do, not...

4 years ago

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Sunday Sex

It all started a Sunday morning. I had been horny this past week and havent really been able to find a proper friend with benefits till I got a email Sunday morning. A local guy was looking for a cuddle buddy and had invited me over for the afternoon and evening. We talked a bit in the morning and set a time of 2pm to meet. He is an a****l lover, 3 cats and a very energetic personable pup. He was about 5'10 British, in great shape quite fit, body covered with an eclectic array of tattoos and...

1 year ago

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Sunday League 0 Slutwife lost count

Last year we visited an old friend of mine, we went to school together. As we grew up we up we went drinking together and played Sunday League Football for the same team. Eventually, as you find, our lives had moved apart as we had families and jobs but we always kept in touch. We'd met up sometimes and our wives got on well too so when they he invited me to watch our old team we looked forward to having a few drinks and catching up over old times.Then next day his wife had a bit of an...

4 years ago

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Sunday morning with Brad

It was close to 4 am Sunday morning, Brad turned over and pulled me to him. I was on my left side as Brad snuggled me close to him. His penis was rock hard and throbbing. I moaned softly as Brad pinched my nipples and whispered 'I like tight ass in the morning, relax, you're going to have a ruff morning.' Than I remembered what he had said last night '...some of my friends are coming over in the morning...' Before I could say anything Brad slipped his hand between us and guided his rock hard...

2 years ago

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Sunday mass

It was a warm Sunday morning and I set off for church with my parents, everything was as normal , the usual meet and great before mass with the neighbours when suddenly I spot this vision of beauty across the car park!!Dressed all in white a goddess of unrivalled beauty, long blond hair red bag and red matching shoes, who was this girl where did she come from .? I was transfixed by this new stranger in my mists I needed to get closer hoping to find out more. I told my parents I needed to talk...

4 years ago

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Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning By Julia Phillips I heard the key enter the top lock in the front door and checked my watch. 48 minutes since she'd woken me up by locking the door on her way out. I jumped out of bed, swung my shorty wrap around me and tied the sash as I skipped to the entrance hall. Monique opened the door and stepped in. She looked wonderful. A glow of excitement shone in her eyes and her long walk in the woods in the cool of the autumn weather had brought a flush to her...

4 years ago

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Sunday Drive

Sunday DriveRichard and I were on a Sunday drive, not really going nowhere. I’m not a mac’d’s fan at allSo when Richard said hey mom my treat as he pulled in the drive thru I laughed and said so you think your mom’s a cheap date huh? He laughed at that and said no, there’s nothing cheap about you mom. I said then splurge away and we both laughed over that little joke. I was looking at his profile and could see a lot of me in his face and I went to myself thank god he didn’t gets his sperm...

2 years ago

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Sunday lunch Part 2 of Bed and Breakfat

After such a sexy morning, I had the day to myself. Pam and Beth/Brian were visiting relatives, so with £50 in my pocket I hit the westend. I had a great day and was bold enough to hit M&S, BHS and C&A buying myself panties, stockings, suspender belts and 3 fantastic nighties, lemon, blue and a very sexy black one.There was a lovely white negligee set but it was over £20 and I couldn't afford it. I went into Soho and enjoyed looking around the sex shops even found a porno cinema. I got...

2 years ago

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Sunday Funday

Sunday Funday By Selene Victoria [email protected] It was one of those days where I didn't wake up until the sun streamed across the bed and into my eyes. I hadn't had a particularly late night, nor a hard one, but given the rare opportunity to sleep in, I took it. Sunday was my only day off that week, and I had been swamped with projects and deadlines since practically longer than I could remember. My wife Catalina was already awake next to me and, judging by the...