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mondays i party with all hte girls at work, then Tuesday nights i am all alone and horny.... i feel and and hungry for sex and more sex, most of the times i use a toy but on tuesdays i always experiment girls for work tell me all the erotic things they have tried alone if i thin it is hot and sounds lie plesure i will write it down and thats wat i do on tuesdays... one tuesday all alone a girl at work told me about the night she had sex with herself watching her have sex with...
I am told that Tuesday is the most productive day of the week. That might be true for most people and normally it would be true for me as well. Not so far this Tuesday , I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened the day before with Richard. I had never had sex at work before and I must say it was wonderful. I wouldn't mind making it a part of my daily routine. I am sitting at my desk trying to focus on work but I keep flashing back to Richard fucking me right here on this desk. I am...
Group SexIt was Tuesday night and just started another week long trip, and as usual I was bored and it was 8pm. It had been kind of a casual day in the field, so I had lots of energy, but no place to put it and I just didn’t feel like going to my hotel room for more work. I was dressed pretty well today and my pants were slightly tight showing off my round ass, which women have always complimented me on. I stopped and asked one of the bell boys where could I go, (and I made him understand I didn’t want...
I am told that Tuesday is the most productive day of the week. That might be true for most people and normally it would be true for me as well. Not so far this Tuesday , I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened the day before with Richard. I had never had sex at work before and I must say it was wonderful. I wouldn’t mind making it a part of my daily routine. I am sitting at my desk trying to focus on work but I keep flashing back to Richard fucking me right here on this desk. I am...
It was Tuesday night and just started another week long trip, and as usual I was bored and it was 8pm. It had been kind of a casual day in the field, so I had lots of energy, but no place to put it and I just didn’t feel like going to my hotel room for more work. I was dressed pretty well today and my pants were slightly tight showing off my round ass, which women have always complimented me on. I stopped and asked one of the bell boys where could I go, (and I made him understand I didn’t...
Soapy leaned against the counter at the Little Shop, pondering his next Vicodin purchase. He'd spent a month at Ivy Hill, getting spin-dried by the counselors...but let's face it, ? Soapy wasn't a drug addict, he was a junkie. Addicts went to meetings. The raucous laughter from the Dominas Anonymous meeting upstairs was really making him irritable. What was wrong with those women? ? As he heard more annoying peals of mirth, Soapy looked behind the counter at H.Singleton Soreson Bailey,...
It was Tuesday evening at the hostel and she was working a late shift with a sl**pover. At 9pm she had supervision with David. She had been working at the hostel for a while so her and David knew each other. In the supervision David asked her about how things were at home. She wasn’t enjoying being at home, that’s why she had taken the job. Because her and David were friends the conversation came around to sex and basically although she loved her husband she wasn’t getting enough sex. Later...
Tuesday has been a wonderful day and I am hoping to continue into a wonderful evening. As I follow Michelle to her house I cant help but think about how beautiful she is. She has long thick brown hair with pale blue eyes. She has kept in very good shape. You would never guess she is in her mid 30’s. Her ass is still nice and firm. And her breasts are amazing as I saw today. I could lick and massage them for days. We have always known that we both were bi-sexual but had never considered being...
Tuesday morning I was up early, with the sunrise. I made a large pot coffee, left most for Nicole, and took some in my bottle, fortified with heavy cream and coffee liqueur.I pedaled my bicycle across the city to meet my trans lover Amber; I had met her in San Francisco, and introduced her to Burningman a couple years prior. Amber was now fully into the Burningman Scene.Amber’s camp was already beautifully decorated with rainbow shade structure ad a welcoming center space with a Bedouin style...
It was early last Tuesday. I am not sure what roused me out of my slumber that time of the night. It was seemingly becoming a habit. What concerned me was the time. A quick peek at the iphone on the bedside table revealed it being just short of three am. Fuck, only an hour before I had to drag my sorry ass out of bed anyway. I took a long drink of the water next to my bed and slumped back against the pillows. Had it been earlier, as I was becoming accustomed to wake up, one am or an hour later...
Straight SexTuesday Afternoonbybigbrother054©Josh and Ted stopped in front of Jessie's high school. Jessie, Josh's sister, was talking to a couple of friends, waiting for her brother to pick her up. Ted nudged Josh and jerked a thumb toward the group."Your sister's friends are hot," he said, making a different jerking motion in his lap.Josh shook his head. "Jesus, Ted; is that all you ever think about?" Josh had listened to Ted's lurid description of every female under the age of thirty, as they drove down...
Tuesday has been a wonderful day and I am hoping to continue into a wonderful evening. As I follow Michelle to her house I cant help but think about how beautiful she is. She has long thick brown hair with pale blue eyes. She has kept in very good shape. You would never guess she is in her mid 30’s. Her ass is still nice and firm. And her breasts are amazing as I saw today. I could lick and massage them for days. We have always known that we both were bi-sexual but had never considered being...
LesbianIt was Tuesday evening at the hostel and she was working a late shift with a sleepover. At 9pm she had supervision with David. She had been working at the hostel for a while so her and David knew each other. In the supervision David asked her about how things were at home. She wasn’t enjoying being at home, that’s why she had taken the job. Because her and David were friends the conversation came around to sex and basically although she loved her husband she wasn’t getting enough sex.Later that...
It was Tuesday evening at the hostel and she was working a late shift with a sleepover. At 9pm she had supervision with David. She had been working at the hostel for a while so her and David knew each other. In the supervision David asked her about how things were at home. She wasn’t enjoying being at home, that’s why she had taken the job. Because her and David were friends the conversation came around to sex and basically although she loved her husband she wasn’t getting enough sex.Later that...
It was a warm Tuesday morning in September 1881 when Jared Brewster pulled in the reins to stop the buckboard. He was neither young nor old, neither tall nor short; but he was a man to be reckoned with. Lean and solid, iron hard body, calloused hands, face creased and burnt from long days on the range, a good shot with a rifle or pistol. Beside him was his woman; Lori, another man’s cast-off wife, once a Comanche then a Kiowa captive, that sort of told it he figured. Behind her sat his three...
Three months after Jessica's wedding Jess came to see me. We chatted in the office for an hour or so, at the end of which Jess invited me over for supper the following Tuesday night. The rest of the day was the usual. I went to a ball game in the evening sitting in a box seat. Some of Gino's people were on hand. Gino showed late and we had a few. I enjoyed a good night. Tuesday evening I show at Jessica's new house for dinner. I parked in the garage as per Jess's instructions. I...
INTRODUCTION This is the last of four interrelated recollections by a man in the late summer of life, recalling the events of some unusual summers, and the members of the female persuasion who made them so unusual and worth remembering. My Summer In Remembrance By: Zylux It was near the end of summer in 2006 on a resort island in the Pacific Northwest. The weather was cloudy but warm, a nice break from the week long rains. Most people would enjoy the respite before the...
AS BEST AS I CAN RECALL By Lewis Chappelle I am writing this now because my husband and master wants an accurate record of the events which occurred last night.I will do my best to remember the significant elements of our evening for posterity.Frankly, my mind is a jumble of erotic thoughts as a result of the activities which took place here; my body is still sore and aflame, and my libido is still tremendously aroused by the recollections of those events.Let me start by acknowledging...
4 a year, we had experimented a little with bondage. She enjoyed me tying her 2 the bedposts. We added a blindfold to the mix. It was such a turn on 4 her 2 not see me fondle her tits, lick and f*ck her.As these sessions went on, I began 2 have all kinds of other fantasies. Like she was my sex toy. I figured anyone cud sneak in2 the room, slip their cock in2 her and she wud have no idea it wasnt me!We like 2 picnic in a park outside town. Theres a secluded lake. Most people go 2 a beach on the...
A Beautiful Wishby 800ibGorrilaChapter 5: The Heart RemembersThe water streamed across George and Dawn's entwined bodies. It traced the lines of George's lean muscles and caressed Dawn's impossible curves. They kissed and embraced and joined over and over, enjoying a closeness that neither had felt in their short time together. George cleaned her first, starting with her golden brown hair, which looked and smelled just as intoxicating wet. He lathered up his hands and slowly ran them over...
NovelsIt started off with making out, running a hand through her hair as I moved lower towards her earlobe and neck. My breath teasing her skin along the way. My tongue dancing along her neck and moving downward to an exposed breast. My hand still on the back of her head, I rose to continue kissing between flicks of her pert nipple with my tongue. She could feel my rigid excitement, still veiled by clothing. I kept kissing and licking, but moved a rough hand down the front of her panties, a probing...
Hi a true story my wife went over to her best friends house tonight,her best friend that I have wanted to fuck for years and have even masterbated thinking of her on more then one occasion, that's nothing new or anything. But as soon as she got home she grabbed me and pulled me in the bedroom she pulled off her pants and undies and lay on the bed. I am like holy crap and start pulling off my shorts yes its nov. and I am still wearing shorts. Any way she stops me and tells me to lick it. As soon...
He called and told me he wanted to come by to see me. I loved the idea and welcomed it. I answer the door and he kiss me. We sat down on the sofa, We started kissing again and at one point I told him I had a surprise that was going to do to him (which was a body massage) but I was not going to reveal my secret just yet. I ended up going to take a shower and he lit candles all around to room. Before I jumped into the shower I put on some music. We ended up dancing into the bedroom in front of...
We were the last of a dying breed. We were sexual entertainers and acrobats, the best, and because of that, we'd managed to struggle on when all the other troupes had finally collapsed. We'd always been small, and that's probably why we'd survived on our own as long as we had, but now we were in serious trouble, we were one body short. Although there were ten of us altogether, it was basically a family troupe, and to a certain extent always had been, right from when my grandparents first...
I groaned. While it probably could be heard several blocks away, hopefully it couldn't be traced back to me and my hangover. I winced as the tiny gnomes wielding their sledgehammers inside my head worked up to speed. My mouth tasted like my favorite Cowboys had stampeded through it with their shoes off. My arms... exactly what was wrong with my arms? I didn't seem to be able to move them. I wanted to lift my head and see what was going on but thought I should rest first. 48 hours sounded...
‘All the Worlds a stage and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts.’ William Shakespeare A Young Boy Remembers – The best Guitar Player I Never Heard! I still remember that summer day. It was hot, almost stifling in my Grandparent’s modest living room. Out of boredom, I had picked up my Aunt Jeannie’s guitar and was idly fooling around with it, picking the third string once, and then sounding the second string...
Author’s Note: This story is set in the 1930’s before Vatican II. It is a love story between a Roman Catholic priest and a woman he comes to love while he was in Rome, Italy. If this type of story offends you, read no further. If you like a love story, then enjoy. Thanks to my best friend and soul sister for all your help. Rita Remembers Chapter 1 Mrs. Rita Thompson was a middle age Korean War widow. Her husband had been an Air Force colonel when his plane was shot down over the seas off of...
Cover Art The images used are Brownswirl with cgbc eyes1 811 from the Lulu cover art page and are used with permission of Lulu. The trimming, manipulation, and adding of text is by Ernest Bywater. All rights to the cover image are reserved by the copyright owners. 10 November 2018 version The titles I use are a chapter, a sub-chapter, and a section. Table of Contents The Story Starts Troubles Shell Game Thursday - Getting Organised Moving On Friday Furniture Arrangements Evening Night...
A Beautiful Wish by 800ibGorrila Chapter 5: The Heart Remembers The water streamed across George and Dawn’s entwined bodies. It traced the lines of George’s lean muscles and caressed Dawn’s impossible curves. They kissed and embraced and joined over and over, enjoying a closeness that neither had felt in their short time together. George cleaned her first, starting with her golden brown hair, which looked and smelled just as intoxicating wet. He lathered up his hands and slowly ran them...
It was the time of year Mother Nature breaks out her pallet of colors and repaints the Ohio landscape in brilliant Technicolor. A time of year that brings out the crispness of a fading year—summer is gone—winter’s just around the corner. She wrapped her hand around his arm, and he pulled her closer as they walked down a quiet gravel road. A slow meandering river bubbled and gurgled as they walked by. Its water muddy from the slit it carried. ‘It’s nice out today isn’t?’ he asked. ‘Yes,...
Don't You Remember? by Stephanie Rose Mark Jacobson was running late. He was meeting his best friend, Jake Schneider at their old hunting grounds, Blake's Tavern. They had barely seen each other in the four years since high school. Now, both of them college graduates, they were finally back home. It was time to re- connect. Mark flashed his ID at the bouncer at the door. The burly man waved him through without a second look. Mark smiled. It was the first time he had gone in there without...
"When I count to 3 you'll wake up and remember nothing of what happened here today. Do you understand?" "Yes," came the dreamy reply. "1. 2. 3." The older lady sitting in front of me opened her eyes and looked around, as if to reorient herself. "Was I really hypnotized?" she asked. "Yes, you were." "Was anything accomplished?" she asked. "I'll know more when we meet for our next appointment, which will be," I checked my appointment book sitting in front of me, "in 2 weeks." "Am I to do...
Remember?Do you remember.... how I knelt on the bed between your sprawled legs and settled there, like a contented kitten, to place my lips softly around your engorged cock....Do you remember me raising my eyes to yours.... waiting... questioning... wondering about how you like it.... how you wanted this to go....Do you remember my hot, moist, tongue tracing circles around the head of your desire while I lightly fingered your tight, firm balls.... remember how it filled me up, to pleasure you...
This story is a work of fiction only. Any chance resemblance to actual people or events is purely accidental. I remember that incident in Iraq quite well. It's one of my clearest memories. Five of us in a Humvee were going to one of the Iraqi government buildings where I was working on the computer network systems when we were ambushed. As we were driving down the road, an RPG exploded to the right of us. The vehicle was lifted off the ground on that side by the shock wave of the blast....
It's been 18 years since I last attended college and looking through some old photos brought back so very pleasant memories. College is a time of lots of exploration and of course, sex. But, we've all had the incidents with the we had a crush on and the slut we fucked. But, out of all of them, one stood out as the best friend and all rolled into one. Knowing the reach of the internet, perhaps the retelling of this tale will reach "Nikki" as we nicknamed her. And maybe bring as nostalgic smile...
EroticRemember, remember, as if you could forget the memories that are seared upon your mind. The clouds of forgetfulness hang heavy around you, but you must remember so that you can bring about justice to the one who has wronged you so evilly. Before this all began you thought that evil was just a concept, a word to be applied to something bad when it appeared on the television news or in the papers. Now you know that evil has a face, and you must remember. Remember! You remember that it started...
She’d been emailing him for years, the first love of her life. She had entrusted her mind, body and soul to be his wife after their love at first sight. Ana was now 25 years old and she waited on him for 9 years. Nine of the longest most troubling years she had ever had to encounter for she was a Medical Student. Just imagine how many years of school she had to go through plus internship to get her certification. Joey on the other hand miles and miles away from Dear Ana was pursuing his dream...
Bikini Beach: An Affair to Remember ElrodW A man who's having an affair would love to leave his wife for his best friend and love. The problem is that the wife has the power to ruin him if he tries. He needs help - magic help of the kind that Bikini Beach specializes in. But the results aren't quite what he was thinking. *********************************************************************** Bikini Beach: An Affair to Remember This story is copyright by the author. It is...
A Weekend To Remember by Vivian Bird Hello. My name is Elena Russell and I am enjoying life to the fullest. I am 36 years old, 5 foot 8, with long, blond hair, large boobs and I enjoy the company of both men and women. I wear very feminine, sexy clothes and I'm not adverse to showing off my substantial cleavage, or long legs, in public. I am the epitomy of a "girlie girl" and I never tire of flaunting my femininity. The funny thing is that I wasn't always a woman. I was a...
Steven sat at the bar watching the mirror mounted on the wall behind it as questions roared through his mind. Would he recognize her? What would she think of him and what he'd done with his life? Would she actually go through with what they had planned? What about his father? Would it matter to him that they wanted to be together or would he go off in one of his tirades and... and what? What could he do? They were both adults and had been attracted to each other since the first day he had...
"Uh, what?" Henry winked across the table to Ted, and slung an arm around their confused friend. "We were just talking last time, Charlie. Don't you remember? You owe me twenty bucks for drinks?" "I don't -- I dont remember. Oh, well." Charlie dutifully handed over some notes from inside his tracksuit top, then tugged his earlope, a little fidgety gesture. A waitress set down a new round of beers. It was all Ted could do to keep from snorting out his beer. "Oh Charlie, you're so...
A NEW YEARS TO REMEMBER Dan, Anna, Marie & myself had gotten closer than I ever thought we would. That was a surprise, but a nice one just the same. New years is traditionally thought of as a new hope, a fresh slate for the future. Welcoming the new year of hope with a bang, as it were. We pretty much figured they'd want us over for some kind of New Years party. But we didn't want to leave the boys at home alone on New Years Eve. Quite the dilemma? Besides, if we keep taking off every...
My wife, Jackie, and I have been happily married for nine years. She is a very attractive and shapely woman, she is tall with a medium size build and a bouncy bustline. She has shoulder length dark brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. Jackie is a high school teacher who is very outgoing, with a bubbly personality. She gets sexy second looks everywhere she goes, even though she dresses fairly modestly.I have always had fantasies about her being an exhibitionist and exposing her beautiful body...
A Night Out To RememberI had known Sue for almost five years but had known Liz for a lot longer. We had met while she wasstill at school although I was four years older we still became good friends. After she left school Ihelped her with her college work and more importantly when she needed advice about boys and latergirls. I helped her pass through that difficult stage when she was just discovering her sexuality. Shesoon became aware that although she liked boys she liked girls a whole lot...
Note 1: I first published this story in 1987 in a small British SF magazine (Cassandra Anthology) under the pseudonym 'Richard Kollo'. Since it was angled towards a science fiction rather than a TG readership, it may not be explicit enough for Fictionmania; but I have posted it unchanged, save for some minor corrections of punctuation, and should be grateful for any feedback. Note 2: The names are pronounced: Lotey -ahmeh, Ni-roweh; i.e. the final 'e'is sounded. On Summer Nights...
The Invitation You“Do any of you hike?” you ask. The question is addressed to the table but you were looking at her when you spoke. The immediate flurry of responses from everyone making it clear that not one of them has realised who your question is really aimed at.“My fingers do all the exercising I’ll ever need thank you very much!” one laughs.“You wouldn’t catch me dead anywhere near that much nature on purpose!” another exclaims.“Urghhh, I used to a long time ago but I just can’t with the...
LesbianGod, I hated the draft. I loved coaching baseball – showing young men how to play the game, watching as they grasped the concepts, and seeing the joy on their faces as the incomprehensible becomes known. Watching boys transition to young men, both in terms of baseball and life brought indescribable joy to this lowly coach. Each year, these young men became MY boys if only for the summer. But for the summer they were mine as surely as if I had sired each and every one of them. But before we...
Mary Ann and I started to share secret texts so we could have private conversations. She started sending me naked pics but that quickly evolved into cam sessions where we both got naked and masturbated for each other. This also allowed us to plan our next date. Since my wife was going to Florida for a week in October I confirmed that she’d have her room to herself on a Tuesday and put in a request at work to take the day off. Everything was set but we still had two weeks to wait. After...
Introduction: Hello. I posted half of this story on a different account, but something went wrong so I could not post the second part or it could not be up/down voted. So Ill try again and Im posting the entire story right away. This is my first ever story, and I apologize in advance for spelling/grammar mistakes. Enjoy Chapter 1 My name is Cora. 24 years old, slim, but got good curves, and big boobs, I got a double D cup. I got hair like Ariel, and it reaches down to midwaist. Im 1.57m tall....
The early morning fog hung low to the ground, like a misty blanket, and the breaking dawn cast long shadows, as we headed into the sun. The landscape consisted of sparse vegetation and sporadic groups of trees and rolling hills. We flew close to the deck as possible, trying to use the element of surprise.This wasn't like many of our search-and-destroy missions, where the target was ambiguous at best. This time, the "eye in the sky" was giving us clear Intel and confirming this was an enemy...
Love StoriesFeedback from my previous first post has proven to be so positive that I’ve decided to upload another story – I will always make a distinction between fiction and factual, because too many post ‘fantasy’ stories in sectors earmarked ‘true.’ All of the events in my stories at this time are true and only names and perhaps venues/places changed to protect others.Many years ago, around 30 or so, I had an ‘English girlfriend’ who for a short time lived in the Greater Glasgow area. She was dark...
I wanted to get my beautiful wife something special for Valentines Day. She certainly deserved it. Not only is my Claire drop-dead gorgeous (in a girl next door sort of way): 5'-2"; soft, long honey-coloured hair; blazing blue eyes; and killer smile, but she is also a terrific lover. Even at 37, Claire has worked hard to keep the same firm figure she had when she was in 6th Form.She puts up with a lot. I'm very career oriented right now with my own startup business. Even though I travel all the...
Introduction: One womans erotic adventure to a Pacific Island A Trip to Remember Chapter 1 Kathy had been expecting Harry to kiss her ever since they left the Tiki Bar but it still took her by surprise. They were walking hand in hand down the beach when he suddenly turned to her and leaned in to give her a light kiss on the lips. It was very quick but left her wanting more. When he kissed her a second time, it was just a little longer as he pressed his lips against hers and wrapped his arms...
A Christmas To Remember By Anon Allsop I looked at her from the corner of my eye, she was definitely flustered but I could care less, she was their mother and the behavior of her children were her own concern...my problem was that they were most likely going to distract me with their constant banter and shenanigans throughout the entire church service. She sighed as her young son began crawling under the front pew; she quickly bent down and caught the three year old by the leg, and...
You can’t remember, can you? Yes, you staring into the cold glass screen, probably in in private or incognito mode. Yeah, you can’t remember, which is quite a pity. She remembers, and she’s waiting for you, but you don’t remember her. Perhaps I should remind you; maybe I’ll get something out of it too.It was unseasonably warm that night, and you were drinking alone at the bar, the one in the alley near Park Street, unusual for you to drink alone but you met a friend that night; of course, you...
HorrorI was just a regular kid. But at age sixteen, I was still a virgin. I was a little bigger, weighing at around 200 pounds, but as most kids at that weight range, they are all muscle, whereas there was some muscle, you could still see part of a belly when I took my shirt off. Now I honestly didn’t think I was ugly, but I was way to average in the looks department. Every day in school I would look at every single girl with a sense of longing, knowing that no one would ever so much as kiss me....
It was the sound of her contented sigh that woke me. Sleepily, I opened my eyes to the first faint rays of the morning sunlight attempting to peek through the still drawn curtains. There was just enough light filtering through the top of the window where the curtains failed to cloak the room into darkness, already chasing away the night with a promise of a new day. But a day I neither wanted to begin, nor end. She was still lying on her side facing towards me. Her eyes closed, still in...
My name is Callie Charlotte Carruthers, and I am a spinster. I will be 100 years old on my next birthday which is not necessarily a blessing. But I am in possession of all my faculties and require very little assistance. I live in a suite of rooms atop the Carruthers Hotel. Few townspeople even know I’m here, I had gone to live in Europe- when my marriage failed I returned. Of course the help knows, but they have been with us for generations and they are as close as family as could be. A...