The Tragic Story of Jason Moore
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This is a true story.It happened in my late 20s. My girlfriend Joan (who went on to become my wife who I still deeply love) went on a Club Med vacation to the island of Moorea, just off Tahiti. She had never been on a vacation to anything like this–the beauty of a tropical paradise.The following happened a few days into our vacation.I had finished some vigorous waterskiing and was sitting on a beach bench where I could continue to watch others skiing. I wanted to rest and enjoy the scene before...
Ah, damn, it was raining. Carter didn’t exactly feel like going out in the rain, but Taz could care less about that and needed out like five minutes ago. Well, it wasn’t like he was the one depressed, right? There was no point for him, as a dog, to mope around the house, in slippers and pajamas. Could dogs feel depressed? He wondered. “Wanna go outside?” he scratched the dog’s fluffy ears. Taz placed his head on his master’s knees and stared up, right into Carter’s eyes. He whined. “I...
AmoreBy: Sue(White Woman/Black-Puerto Rican Man)------------------- Taiwan walked up the stairs of the six floor story apartment building, he,his wife and c***dren;Ty and Eriana lived in for the past three years. Looking to the elevator Taiwan seen his neighbor Danielle holding the door for him."Thank You ma"He said slipping into the metallic doors."No problem"Danielle replied with a big smiled.Taiwan glanced at her and smiled. She was a beautiful young lady around 5'7 in height,mocha colored...
This is part 2 of a 4 part story. There is virtually no sex in this story. Your comments, good or bad, are always welcome. Chapter 5: The Fan I was nine years old the summer my father moved us from Philadelphia to the nearby suburb of Ardmore. After many years as a secondary school teacher in Philadelphia, Papa had landed his first administrative position in the Lower Merion School district. For all of my short life my father had worked two jobs. After his teaching day was over he worked...
Here’s a pic of the two: http://ivyswonder.250free.com/rory-lorelai.jpg It started as a typical Friday night for the Gilmore Girls: they had ordered pizza, rented one of their favourite movies, and Rory’s boyfriend Dean was over to join them in their fun. Dean had been to enough of these Friday-Movie-nights to know that their favourite movies were ones that were easy to make fun of. Tonight was no exception, with the showing of “Plan 9 from Outer Space”, generally accepted as one of the...
This is part 3 of a 4 part story. There is virtually no sex in this story. Your comments, good or bad, are always welcome. Chapter 9: Awakenings I awoke the next day to sounds of laughter coming from downstairs. Ordinarily, I would have gone back to sleep but I recognized the voices of several of my sisters so I rushed to get ready to join them, it was either that or wait to be accosted by my young nieces and nephews. In the kitchen were my mother, and my sisters Gina, Gloria and Julia along...
I'm not the kind of guy who would have sex with just any girl. Even in the most debauched setting, it would require someone with whom I have at least a casual acquaintance. For the physical relationship to progress, so too would the connection between the two of us. In other words, I wouldn't bang a girl just because she is hot or popular.However, there is always an exception. To put it in her words, "the only exception" is Hayley Williams, lead singer for the rock group Paramore. The petite,...
Ashley hated school, he hated the students there and he hated the teachers Ashley hated school, he hated the students there and he hated the teachers. Through out his life he had felt victimised by people, singled as an out cast and bullied by people for no apparent reason. Was it his complexity, was it his attempt at wit with people, he just didn?t know. Smart he was tough no! Strangely in this world people often had more respect for the bullies, with there relentless fighting, verbal...
It wasn't going away. It had come before, and it had always gone away before, but this time seemed different somehow. This time it was heavier, lingering longer, filling up more of the empty spaces around her life. It was seeping through all of the uncaulked cracks in her psyche and was running down the walls of her brain. The cloud had taken on an almost physical form around her. It sat on her eyelids and made them heavy. It rested upon her shoulders and forced her to slump. Although she...
Just outside the city limits of Vancouver I found a truck stop with several trucks parked. If I wanted a ride, this would be the best place to get one. I was about to go into the restaurant, when I heard a man swearing. I walked on a little and saw a short man looking under the hood of his truck. He was swearing and cursing about his lousy truck. "Hi mister, what seems to be the trouble?" The man looked up from beneath the hood. "The damn thing won't start. Maybe the battery is flat....
Though it was a very fast train, with all the changes and the long distance it still took me all day and night to get to where I needed to go. I managed to catch a few naps in the train still I was quite exhausted arriving Tuesday morning early in Savannah. First I went over to the MORFS center to make an appointment. The secretary gave me a few choices and I choose the next morning early at 9 AM. After taking care of that I hailed a cab and went to my Uncle Frank's house. I was surprised at...
Ohnomore hybrid is, for the moment, at least, intertwined with Synergy 13, so many events are the same. But Gabe and Maren see things though different eyes, and react differently to the same words and their thoughts and actions reflect this. So please read both stories to see how each of them thinks and see what is happening. I got up early again and this time paid a little more attention to my appearance. I picked out some clothes I thought would be tasteful and even tried to get my hair...
I was ready to throw a lightning bolt at Lance at a moments notice when I heard Maren shout, "Stop it. Stop it you two." She stopped between me and Lance and touched my arm. In doing so she absorbed quite a lot of my electric energy and drained my power. I glared at her, but she faced Lance first and exclaimed, "Don't you dare shout a sonic blast or I'll blind you for a long time." She turned back around to face me, "You're not my boyfriend yet, so why don't you please go over...
I explained things to Andre who just showed up, and he said to go to the hospital immediately. I rushed over to the hospital where Snake had said that they had taken Maren to. When I got there I saw Snake pacing the waiting room and I went over to him. "Any news? Do you know what happened?" Snake shook his head, "Maren's mom called me. She only said that she and her sister had been shot in the dance studio. She didn't give any details though." Just then a good looking older woman...
Hailey and Amy were two popular 18 year old sophomore cheerleaders at their small midwest towns high school. They were both innocent and were always involved with school projects. Amy was a daddy's girl and Hailey had a boyfriend in the 9th grade. It was a game night and both girls were cheerleaders for the junior varsity football team. As seen at any small town football game; the cheerleaders were in their cheerleader outfits and they had their tiger cheek cheer fake tattoos on their face. Amy...
First TimeThe Thing On The Moor By Paul1954 Hayes, West London April 18th, 2001 - 8:05am "Bollocks, fucking bollocks" cursed an upset Michael Harrison as he held a tissue to his bleeding lip. An unexpectedly cold night had frozen his car lock and he hadn't been able to get his key to turn it. He couldn't be bothered to go back indoors and fetch the de-icer and had just bent down to blow some hot breath into the lock, hoping that it would be enough to loosen it. As he should have...
I was in Baltimore on a business trip and, as always when I travel, I extend my trip through the weekend to go to gay bars and more importantly the porn shops with glory holes. I go there for one thing--to suck as many cocks as possible. My preference is almost ANY black man or white fems and TS's. I took a cab after a gay bellboy at the hotel told me where to go for that reason. The cab dropped me off on a two block strip loaded with the bright lights of all-night porno shops. I talked to...
With her permission and involvement I took her words and 'topped & tailed" them to turn it into a story and therefore the result is very much a joint effort and she should take the main of the praise for the 'interesting' bits as all I did was the dull stuff round the outside. ***** "Fucking men." I swore out loud as I tried to work out what was the best way to walk back to the holiday homes where I was staying with my parents. Cursing myself for agreeing to take a free family holiday...
Acknowledgment: Thanks to CQB for proofreading my story. Chapter 1: The Study Session Rory trembled on the end of the boy's cock filling her cunt, her hands and knees bruised by the hardwood floor. Her small, lithe body dripped sweat onto the floor while she grunted to the boy's thrusts from behind, her small round breasts pulled from her body by gravity, swung back and forth in time with his fucking motions. She felt her body flutter as the boy began filling her with his hot cum. She...
This is a fact based work of fiction and all the characters are completely fictitious although with such lifelike characters you probably know someone just like them. The pavement glistened moistly after the rain storm as we huddled together in the 99p shop doorway as we kept an eye on Parson's Street one Friday in late August 2001. "That's the cunt," 'Nobby' Bagthorpe said quietly pointing to this ageing Asian bloke with his head down as he legged it up the street as he headed...
It was so dark. As my eyes started to adjust to the gloom I noticed him. He stood silently in the corner as though waiting for an invite. I had known it would come to this. I had known that our families would strike the bargain and I would be given to him, I was shaking at the thought of a stranger touching me, taking me against my will. I did not know much about him. I knew he dwelled in the solace of the small cabin that stood on the edge of the moors. I knew he was called upon to help my...
End of Summer - Two weeks before schoolRome, ItalyEighteen-year-old Jake Adams was in a night club on vacation wearing a chic black suit, which he thought would impress the Italian ladies. He sat at the bar on a stool having a vodka and coke. He used his fake ID which his older brother, Noah, made for him and it worked.A tall, leggy, gorgeous Italian woman with long flowing wavy black hair walked over to him in a tight skin black dress in her mid-twenties."Hi," he said with a wink and a cute...
Straight SexIt took a while for sleep to leave him as he slowly opened his eyes. The sound of the sea, gently undulating in the near-distance, reached his ears. He stretched his worn muscles across the surface of the bed, the soft high-quality cotton sheets brushed against his skin, soothing his weary body and, finally, he smiled. The memories of the previous night jostled back into his consciousness as the sensation of sleep dwindled. He remembered the restaurant they’d visited, just off a beautiful...
Tu sei Cody, un ragazzo che và alle superiori ed hai appena compiuto 18 anni. Questo è il tuo ultimo anno a scuola e non hai ancora trovato una fidanzata. Però hai una cotta per la tua compagna di banco, Alice. Lei a capelli neri, e dei occhi stupendi. Questo è un segreto che tu hai condiviso solo con il tuo amico Gino. In classe, lui si siede di fronte a te ed accanto a lui si siede Emilio un ragazzo con cui non parli molto. Alice, è quasi sempre girata con le gambe verso di te, appoggiata...
It took a while for sleep to leave him as he slowly opened his eyes. The sound of the sea, gently undulating in the near-distance, reached his ears. He stretched his worn muscles across the surface of the bed, the soft high-quality cotton sheets brushed against his skin, soothing his weary body and, finally, he smiled. The memories of the previous night jostled back into his consciousness as the sensation of sleep dwindled. He remembered the restaurant they’d visited, just off a beautiful...
Love Stories480 the ladies on the moorIt was getting dusk, when the motor spluttered and died, I had driven thousands of miles in that old girl and she chose here, the middle of bloody nowhere to splutter out on me. After a quick look under that bonnet thing at the front, at the ….erm engine…yes that’s what the dealer called it… anyway it was nothing I could put my finger on …well it was all too hot, and as I hadn’t looked under there since I bought it 3 years ago, I had no idea what I was looking at, or...
My wife was visiting her parents prior to our emigrating to Australia, as I didn't particularly get on with her father I gave it a miss instead deciding a walk over the moors would help calm the nerves on the coming move to the other side of the world. As I walked all sorts of memories came back to me right back to my c***dhood when I first used to roam this area with friends and family. I even decided to visit the public toilet up there where I first saw a guy jerking off, I must have been...
This was going to be a blowout to start the summer. I invited everyone. My friends, their friends, pretty much anyone who wanted to come was welcome. I had recently broken up with my girlfriend of most of freshman year, so naturally I encouraged all my female friends to bring all of their female friends as well, and they did! There would be other guys there too of course, all my friends from the gym and such, but as far as I was concerned, this was going to be a summer buffet just for...
I also lived less than a mile from someone I had known (and been all but in love with) since high school. Her name was Betty. She was two years my senior and gorgeous. She had caramel hair, hazel eyes, a cute smile, and a great ass. Her tits left something to be desired, but the rest of her made up for it. Besides, I always preferred a great can to a nice rack. If, however, the chick happened to have both, it was a major bonus. Betty and I had hung out quite a bit since my arrival in...
We had already boarded our flight when Shirley asked why I was so quiet. "I guess I've just got a lot on my mind," I said, not wanting to divulge that I had thought of nothing but Darien's letter since Tammy let me read it. If she didn't trust me enough to tell me about the harassing letters and telephone calls from her ex-boyfriend she had no right to know the plan I was forming to put a stop to them. "We'll get to the bottom of this, sweetheart. Maybe it will turn out to be nothing...
Shirley broke the news that she was leaving at the end of the school year. My life was in shambles. How was I going to get through the next six months? For that matter how was I going to get through the next two days? Having her tell me she liked being my woman and wanted to continue in that role until she graduated did little to sooth my shattered feelings. She went so far as to say she would stick by me no matter what I did. What she left out or failed to mention was any commitment beyond...
Chapter 1 6:00 A.M. No human should already be awake at this hour, but Dominic is. This late-twentysomething is sluggishly brushing his teeth, just like how he has done for at least the past 365 days. What is Dominic doing up this early? He's getting ready for work. It's not that he hates work. It's just been the same. Over and over he goes through the same routine. Any and all positive reinforcement from his peers only sustain his contempt life. Well, not exactly all of his...
Chapter 3 5:34 PM Throughout the entire work day, Dominic felt energized. He completed all his modules and testing at a good pace and decided to clock out of work early. After grabbing a quick bite at the local sandwich shop, he walked briskly back to the abandoned apartment building. Once again putting the pin in the keyhole, he entered with ease. He reached the main computer room where Lady Bullet resided. The computer was waiting patiently for input. Dominic woke it up...
One Week Later - 12:40 PM Waking up late, Dominic lurched towards his bathroom. He looked at his reflection and groaned at his incredibly weary face. The faint signs of a bruise formed near the bottom of his eye. "That Inkpot really punches hard." Dominic said to himself. He lifted up his shirt and on his body were a few scratches, burns, and bruises. He sighed. No amount of bandages could help. Dominic plopped himself onto the bed hoping to get at least a few more minutes of...
6:00 AM No human should already be awake at this hour, but Dominic is. He couldn't help himself. He had been up all night coding, developing his solution to improve Lady Bullet. The night was spent with many trial and error, but it was almost finished. Dominic compiled the code one last time to make sure it was error free. A dialog window came up: NO ERRORS FOUND. He excitedly copied the code to a flash drive. Once it was done, he triumphantly held the flash drive up to the sky. "This...
12:01 PM Hourglass Tower is one of the tallest buildings in metropolitan Los Angeles. It is not only known for it's elegant and sleek architecture, but also for it's charismatic CEO, Judas Wallens. On this Tuesday afternoon, Hourglass Tower was bustling with activity. A purple carpet had been extended from the main entrance out into the street. Fog emanated from around as purple laser lights flashed against the building. The front door burst open, grabbing nearby attention. More fog...
TIME AND LOCATION: CLASSIFIED RING RING! Tom picked up the phone. "Uh, hello?" "Hey Tom!" Tom froze. His heart thumped out of his chest and he began shaking. "H- h-hi Susan." A brief silence. "Tom? What did you do?" "Nothing!" Tom almost screamed into his phone. "All the heroes are fine!" Silence again. "Tom, you know I have remote access to all the hero trackers right?" "Yes?" "So we both know-" "Yes?" "...about the hero alliance in...
Betty and I continued to lie on the couch on our left sides while watching the movie. She was in front of me, and we were both still completely nude. We did have a blanket over ourselves, but we were naked. Her ass was right in front of my cock, and I was slowly getting hard again, but we were simply enjoying being together, and nothing else. While lying there, I absentmindedly was rolling both of her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Unbeknownst to me, this was arousing her. ...
Author’s Note: Hi everyone! Thank you all for checking out the sequel to Freshman Year Our main character Mark begins his second year at college. You can still read and enjoy this without viewing Freshman Year but I recommend at least checking out the original story so you can understand the characters. I’ve written over 600 chapters, over 240 chapters deep so there’s plenty of content there. I’m also starting this story from the end of one of the pathways so it might be a little confusing if...
The windows were open but the apartment was already warm on that Sunday morning in August. I watched as Shirley climbed into bed with me, anxious to see what she had in mind. We were on our sides, facing each other. It wasn't like her to be sexually aggressive but I wasn't complaining. Being in the shower with her the day before had opened my eyes; she had been transformed into an untamed savage, taking what she wanted. Shirley held up her hand and I acknowledged that she was wearing the...
"I can't do this. I already miss you too much. Please come get me. Sammy, are you there?" Marcy froze, looked in the direction of the answering machine and then at me. She wiped her tear-streaked eyes, showing concern. "Aren't you going to talk to her?" she asked. I was too stunned to move. Hearing Shirley's voice was not something I had anticipated when I formed the plan to invite Marcy to Pontiac and fulfill my promise to tell her my 'I got into a little trouble when I was...
It had been a slow process, deciding we liked each other, the first kiss, proving our mutual trust, sleeping in the same bed, deciding what we meant by love and finally professing our love for each other. Once Shirley proclaimed that she loved me she set out to prove it. The golf glove came off that Saturday night in the hotel and her sex-spigot turned on. "You weren't kidding about liking sex, were you?" I asked after our second time. She spread a clean towel on the bed and got back in...
Thursday Morning Closing the door and hearing it latch was evident that a switch opened something in Helen's expression, I noted. She watched me dress, followed me to the kitchen, watched me drink another glass of orange juice, and she never stopped chattering. She became silent when the door closed, or so it appeared. We were half way to the street and she continued with her silence, although she was clinging to my arm in the customary manner. I stopped walking, and she stopped. I saw...
Once Shirley decided to bestow her love upon me she held nothing back. She was not only sexy; she was fun. She surrendered her body, shared her wit, gave herself completely and demanded that I reciprocate. Our run, the hot shower and hotter sex sent us sliding into a restful slumber. We woke up grinning and we were still grinning at each other when we sat down for breakfast with the group. "Which one was that?" I asked as we were leaving the cafeteria. She leaned against me and I felt...
We were awakened by Marcy's Saturday morning phone call. By the time Shirley, made her way to the front room, dressed only in the shirt I had worn to school the previous day, Tammy was playing 'who's this?' with Marcy. By the time I got to the front room, wearing only the pants I had worn to school the previous day, Shirley was sitting next to Tammy on the couch, whispering into the phone, between giggles. I went into the kitchen and started the coffeemaker. Tammy joined me, pouring a...
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee woke me, or it may have been the emptiness I felt when I reached for Shirley and discovered she wasn't in the bed. Glancing around the room, I saw her clothes scattered around on the floor where she had taken them off the night before. Her panties and bra were atop her jeans and T-shirt, with her socks and sneakers nearby. I got out of bed, put on my shorts and headed to the bathroom, stopping at the door when I saw her seated at the computer, already...
Tammy had come into her dorm room with a letter from Jason, the love of her life. It was a shock to learn that he was not only married, he was a lowlife, insensitive jerk. After reading it I dropped it to the floor. Tammy and I were spooned on Shirley's bed with me trying to comfort her. I was rubbing Tammy's stomach and talking about whatever entered my mind. She had stopped crying but was clearly still very upset. I froze and felt Tammy's body go rigid. We waited for Shirley to ask us...
Shirley fell asleep only minutes after the small plane left the ground. I closed the book I had started to read and watched her sleep, recalling the night before. She looked sweet and innocent, wearing jeans, sneakers, and a T-shirt with a sweater over it. The sweater was thin and tight fitting, outlining the same breasts she had pushed together to hold my cock. Her lips, the same lips that had sucked my cock were devoid of the dark lip gloss she had worn the night before. The blowjob had...
On Saturday night I slept alone for the first time in weeks. I had brought it upon myself. The first thing I noticed as I walked into the apartment was the answering machine flashing. I sat down next to the machine and listened to the messages. Six thirty-three pm, Tammy's voice, "Sammy, are you there? Pick up if you are." The next three date stamps, six forty-seven, six fifty-nine and seven-twelve were hang-ups with no message left. Seven forty-four pm, Tammy's voice again, "Sammy,...
It was a quarter before eight on Saturday morning and I was heading to the sports field to participate in a flag football game. As I looked in my rear view mirror, I caught a glimpse of Shirley climbing the stairs to the apartment. Had she been waiting around the corner until she knew I was leaving? What a strange situation I found myself in. My attempt to make her life less stressful by putting a stop to Darien's letters had backfired. Instead of being grateful, Shirley had moved out of...
It was Monday afternoon and classes had been postponed indefinitely due to an influenza epidemic that had affected a majority of the students, professors, staff and townspeople of Pontiac. I had been deathly ill since the previous Thursday night but after three days and nights in bed I was feeling much better. We convinced Mr. Oldham and Suzanne it was safe for them to leave. After Shirley saw them off she returned to the front room where I was lounging on the couch. Her eyes were still damp...
Despite the weather, a mixture of cold rain and sleet, the trip home only took six hours, including a short stop at the mid-way restaurant and we arrived at one p.m., three hours ahead of schedule. Molly met us at the back door, saying that Mr. Oldham and Suzanne were out, shopping, she thought. She also told us she had a hot lunch prepared. "Come downstairs as soon as you get settled," she said. "I'll lay odds they're not shopping," I whispered to Shirley on the way upstairs....
We slept late on Tuesday morning and went downstairs to discover a note from Suzanne saying she had ridden to work with John because they were going to pick up their new cars after work. We were to drive her car. Ned must have heard the garage door open. He came downstairs and filled us in on what was really happening with the cars. My car was being traded in. "John decided to let them have the limo too. We seldom use it any more; besides, it's seen better days." While I was sorry to...
"Dad, I'm going stay in Atlanta another day. I'd like to walk the land and count those peach trees." Mr. Oldham turned and I recognized a connection between us that I had never seen before. It was like mental telepathy. His nod was all the instruction I needed. I knew how important it was that we obtain Mrs. Collier's acre at the right price and accepted the responsibility to make it happen. It was later that night before I was able to sort out the flurry of activity that occurred over...
It was Sunday, December 30, 1990. We woke up to find it had snowed most of the night. I went outside and helped Ned clean the steps and clear the snow around the garage doors where the snowplow had missed. Shirley followed us, snapping pictures with her new camera. Just as we were finishing, Mr. Oldham joined us, wanting to talk to me. Ned thanked me for helping with the shoveling, excused himself and went upstairs. Shirley busied herself with photographing the snow while Mr. Oldham told me...
We slept until after ten A.M. on the first of January, 1991, and would have stayed in bed longer if it hadn't been for Jeannie's telephone call. She first berated me for being a poor lookout to which I replied that I blamed her parents for being so quiet. "They must have been trying to catch us in the act." "What made Shirley scream like a banshee?" Jeannie asked. "I'll let her tell you," I answered, handing the phone to Shirley. I dressed quickly and left the room, but not before...
More Lingerie for More Lodgers This is a sequel to "Lingerie for Lodgers" so you may wish to read that first but it's not totally necessary. I didn't really think to write a sequel but I decided that Ms Bryson should have a more upbeat ending. Please slip into something silky and enjoy. - S My Aunt Margaret drove me to my new lodgings on a Friday, a couple of days before the start of my first college term. She'd raised me efficiently and with care, if not lovingly, for the past...
“More,” she said with a smile. Her husband continued pouring cream into her coffee. “More,” she said again, not even noticing the strange look that he shot her. “Say when,” he said. “Please,” she replied instead. “More...” “More,” she grunted. “Please. Please ... I need more.” Her husband tilted his head to the side. “You mean ... harder?” “Yesss,” she moaned. “Harder. Faster. More.” “Okay,” he replied, and resumed thrusting, as hard as he could. The next morning, Gia was all...