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I enjoyed the rest of my vacation at home with Penny. Our little boy was kicking up a storm in his mother's womb. It was good that he was active but it didn't do my wife's disposition any good. I followed the news stories as the week progressed speculating about who would replace Coach Golden. Todd Bowles, a Temple grad and the defensive coordinator for the Arizona Cardinals was on the list. Chuck Heater, from the Colts, and Stan Drayton, from Ohio State, came in for interviews. One name topped my list of best choice for head coach – my boss, Matt Ruhle. Matt hadn't committed to going south to Miami with most of the coaching staff.
I found a note on my desk when I went in Monday morning, January 13th. It said there was an all-hands coaching staff meeting at 8:30 that morning. I busied myself with odds and ends until it was time for the meeting. The meeting turned out to be quite small – Matt Ruhle, Brandon Noble, Tyler Jackson, Ron Herndon, our conditioning coach, and me. Coach Noble and Coach Ruhle were teammates, close friends and 1997 Penn State grads. They were both holding off on committing to Miami until they found out if Matt Ruhle got the job as permanent head coach.
Athletic Director Bill Bradshaw joined us before the meeting started. "I thought it would be appropriate to give those of you remaining here an update on the plans for the interim between now and when we have a new head coach for the team. Matt will be the acting head coach during the transition. All of you will report to Matt. I want to thank Matt, Brandon and Tyler for agreeing to stay during the interim. Kyle, I did not get a chance to talk with you yet, though I am told you plan to stay here with our university."
"I'm yours as long as you want me," I answered. "I would like to work for the university until the end of April, if that suits the new head coach."
"Thank you, Kyle," Mr. Bradshaw said. "My plan is to complete the interviews for the head coach this week and to name the coach next week. We have a number of time-critical things that need to be done while the interview and decision process is being completed. I will let Matt explain these needs."
"Thank you, Bill," Matt said. "The most urgent item is to contact each of our recruits and make sure they stay with the oral commitment they have given us. The second item is to get ready for the four early admission recruits that will be arriving on campus in ten days. Brandon and I will confirm with each of these young men that they are still planning to come here. Tyler and Kyle, you will get everything prepared for them: room assignments, workout schedule, playbooks, etc. Our third item is to prep our players who are entering the draft with the combine-style drills."
"I'll cover that, Matt," Ron offered.
"I would be willing to help too, Coach Herndon," I added. "I plan to work those drills a lot as my time permits too. I need to get ready to show off my conditioning at the pro day."
"That would be great, Kyle," Coach Herndon said. "What better way to introduce them to workouts than with someone who has done the combine already?"
"Ron, let's keep our current players on the same workout schedule they've used this fall until the coaching staff is settled," Matt said. "Ron, you will continue to monitor that. Tyler and Kyle, would you spend a little extra time in the weight room helping Ron out. I won't have a lot for the two of you to do, such as preparing plans for the next season. That will wait until the coaching staff is set. Does anyone have any questions?" We didn't.
Matt Dellavecchia popped into the office Monday afternoon to say good-bye. He had finished packing up his dorm room and was going to hit the road for Florida when he was finished at Edberg-Olson. I wished my friend well. I had enjoyed working with him this season.
I worked half days during the week and had plenty of time for my personal workouts. Students were still on break, so the weight room was pretty empty. Penny and I had extra time together. The final weeks of pregnancy were hell for my sweetie. I did my best to keep her comfortable. Abby was a big help too. Penny appreciated a woman's perspective from someone who experienced pregnancy and labor recently.
The NFL Divisional Playoff weekend featured four games. I hoped Trevor's Jets would beat the Steelers. They did, handily. The Saints fought hard but the 49ers disposed of them Saturday night. Eric Peter's Ravens took care of the Texans without too much bother on Sunday afternoon.
I got a text from Coach Ruhle Sunday evening as I was watching the Eagles lose to the Vikings, announcing a staff meeting for 8:30 AM Monday morning. I suspected I knew the primary topic of the meeting – who would be the next head coach. The Philly papers were filled with speculation the past two days. Smart money was on Coach Ruhle taking over. That would suit me just fine.
Athletic Director Bill Bradshaw was there when we assembled for the staff meeting Monday morning. He was direct and to the point. "This is not for public dissemination until after our ten o'clock press conference this morning. Temple University is proud to name Matthew Rhule our next head coach. Coach Rhule..."
"Thank you, Bill," Matt replied. "My first order of business as head coach is to assemble my staff." He stared around the table at each of us. "I hope each of you will stay here with me to help us keep Temple going forward. All of us know where this program was in 2006 when most of us arrived here. Al Golden has built something special in this team and it is our task to carry his program forward and push this team higher. To that end, I am announcing my first hire. Brandon will be our defensive coordinator and assistant head coach for the Owls."
This news was met with smiles all around the table.
"I will sit down with each of you individually to discuss your status with the team," Matt continued. "I hope all of you are willing to continue the work we started here."
"I can save you time, Coach," I replied. "I'm Temple's until the end of April, if you want me."
"Me too, Coach," Tyler added. "I'm here to stay."
"Excellent," Matt said. "I won't put you on the spot, Ron. We'll sit down and talk after the press conference this morning."
Matt reviewed the things that needed to be accomplished this week and what our assignments were. It felt good to have direction again. Matt dismissed us to go back to work. I grabbed Tyler when we got back to the coaching staff office room.
"Why did you decide to take a chance and stay here?" I asked.
"My girlfriend and I are getting pretty serious," Tyler explained. "She's a senior with one more semester until she graduates. I didn't want to go down to Miami and abandon her."
"Love, I understand," I agreed. "Same reason I'm not going anywhere. What would be the point of going to Miami for a few months?"
"Especially with a pregnant wife," Tyler agreed. "How is Penny doing?"
"A well as can be expected," I answered. "She says she feels like she's carrying a bowling ball in her stomach. Thank God, it will all be over in a few days. She's due on Friday."
"That soon?" Tyler said. "Good luck."
"If I come rushing into your office and dump a bunch of work on your desk and act like a mad man, you'll know why."
"I'll help however I can," Tyler promised. "You just need to ask."
"Thanks," I replied.
Penny and I didn't lack for help with the pregnancy. Will and Abby helped a great deal. They were on call for driving Penny to the hospital if the baby decided to come while I was at work. I would meet them there instead of driving out to Drexel Hill and back to the city. We had Penny's overnight bag packed so she'd be pretty much ready as soon as labor started. Marilyn Edwards took a week off from work to help out too. She came down Thursday evening, the evening before Penny's due date, and planned to stay for ten days until the baby came home and Penny was settled and ready to look after our little guy.
There was one problem with all our planning. Our son didn't cooperate. Penny and I watched the NFL Conference Championship games together. My honey was sprawled out on the couch because it didn't hurt her back so much. I sat on a chair beside her and held her hand most of the day. We cheered ourselves hoarse as we watched Aaron Morano and the 49ers take down those nasty Vikings who knocked off our Eagles last weekend.
The next-to-final game for the NFL season pitted Trevor's Jets against Eric Peter's Ravens. It was hard to pick a team to root for. Eric and Trevor were both good friends. The five-year friendship with Trevor and the fact that he was in our wedding party won out. We cheered as the Jets beat Baltimore in a tight game. Aaron's 49ers would face Trevor's Jets in two weeks in the Super Bowl. Ironically, the "visiting" team, the Jets, would play in their home stadium, the Meadowlands. The NFC was designated the "home" team for this Super Bowl.
The holding pattern in our lives was frustrating. Penny went into HUP (Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania) for a checkup on Wednesday. The doctor said everything was fine but he would induce labor if the baby didn't show up before Saturday, January 25th.
I was practicing combine drills with four of Temple's seniors Friday afternoon when Coach Herndon waved a cell phone at me.
"Your mother-in-law is on the phone," Coach announced. That drew cheers from the seniors. They knew my baby was due anytime.
"Kyle here," I said when I got my phone.
"Penny's water broke a few minutes ago," Marilyn reported. "Don't come home tonight. Go straight to HUP."
"Is everything all right?" I asked nervously. "Is Penny OK?"
"Everything is fine," Marilyn reported. "Can you call Jim and your family? I want to get on the road. My family has a history of dropping babies quickly."
"You got it," I agreed. Marilyn said good bye and I clicked my phone off. "Wahoo! We're going to have a baby!" The seniors let out a cheer. The guys around me shook my hand or slapped me on the back. I dashed for the locker room. I took a thirty-second shower and dressed. The phone calls could wait until I got to the hospital. It was only ten minutes away.
I got to the hospital long before Penny and Marilyn. I called Mom, Dad, Jim Edwards, Will and Andy. Will would pick up Liz and bring her along from Princeton. I didn't need to search down Abby. By no coincidence, she was doing her obstetrics rotation this month. She was already there. I paged her to let her know Penny was on the way. I started the paperwork while my wife traveled to the hospital.
I was surprised twenty minutes later when a police car pulled up to the birthing center door with the siren wailing. Abby, a doctor and two nurses flew outside and returned with Penny in a wheel chair.
Penny managed, "Hi, honey," before gritting her teeth for another contraction. They wheeled her by.
Abby called back, "Her husband and mom will take care of the paperwork."
"It's done already," I announced. "What's going on?"
"The contractions increased quite a bit around the edge of the city," Marilyn reported. "I called 911 and got a police escort."
"Everything's fine?" I managed through my intense bout of nervousness.
"Everything is fine," Marilyn responded. "Now get in there and watch your son's birth." I hustled to catch up to Penny, the doc, the nurses and Abby.
Things didn't move quite as fast as Marilyn had feared when she drove Penny to the hospital. I was there and managed not to faint two hours later when our son appeared into the world. Words cannot do justice to the miracle as I watched him appear from his mother's womb. I was proud and relieved when my son let out his first wail and announced to the world that he was here. He was born at 6:37 PM, weighed in at 9 lbs., 12 oz. and measured 21 ¾ inches.
Penny and I chose the name David Zachary Martin a few days ago, and not because it was my middle name. Penny always liked the name David and I had no objections to it. Zachary needs no explanation. That was to honor his godfather.
I went out to the waiting room to let our assembled families know that our son and my wife were in excellent condition after the ordeal. All of us got to look at my son after the nurses had time to clean David up. I got to visit with Penny and David after Penny had time to rest up.
My son was a marvel. He was a big boy but not plump. He had an almost full head of wispy blond, almost white hair. His hands and fingers were impossibly small and delicate. I understood to my core that evening what my brothers Andy and Will, and my dad had tried to tell me about being a father. I would do ANYTHING for this beautiful boy to make sure he grew up healthy, happy and safe.
I led a parade of vehicles back to Drexel Hill around ten o'clock that evening. Will, Abby and I managed to put up everyone in our big house. Saturday morning we all returned for visiting hours. My family and Penny's family got to meet their grandson, nephew or cousin. Nikki and Adrian made it up from Charlottesville to visit.
Penny had a room full of distinguished NFL visitors too. Zack and Leigh Ann Hayes came down from Lancaster to visit their godson. Ed Fritz flew up for a couple days from his workouts in Pensacola. Aaron and Tania Morano flew in a day ahead of the rest of the 49ers so they could visit before heading back to north Jersey. Trevor and Steph Conwell came down to visit too.
Penny wasn't ready for discharge when the doctor did rounds Saturday morning, so she wasn't discharged until Sunday morning. I proudly brought my wife and son home to Drexel Hill that morning. Our house bustled during the day, with all the family and friends visiting. Things cleared out by evening as everyone headed back to Lancaster County, Virginia or Delaware. Liz did stay until Monday morning, when Will took her back to Princeton.
My first night at home with my wife and newborn son reminded me of something I had forgotten from four years earlier – exactly how noisy and disruptive a newborn can be. I was pretty bleary-eyed when I got up at 6:00 AM to get ready for work. I managed to get through the day without falling asleep.
Marilyn Edwards helpfully took a second week off from work to stay at our house and help Penny recover and get settled with our precious David. Coach Ruhle wasn't too demanding of my time. He understood about new fathers. He had an eight-month old son at home. I got used to handling diapers, burping and getting up at odd hours of the night when David was cranky. Slowly over the next few weeks Penny and I settled into our roles as parents.
Will and Abby were a tremendous help. I loved how fascinated little Rose was by her cousin. She was gentle and sweet with her little "Davey." Rose turned two in the beginning of February. We had a nice party for our little girl. I was glad Will and Abby suggested sharing a house. It was great spending time with them. It was nice having built-in babysitters too.
Matt Ruhle needed a couple of weeks to fill out the coaching staff. Marcus Satterfield was appointed the offensive coordinator. He came to us from University of Tennessee, Chattanooga. Matt and Marcus had coached together years ago at Western Carolina. Matt decided he wanted a wide receivers coach, since I would be leaving in a few months. He brought in Terry Smith, a Penn Stater (naturally) and father of Justin King. I had met Justin when he visited campus a couple of years ago. Justin and Derrick Williams had led the Penn State renaissance in 2004-5. I looked forward to working with his dad.
I continued working out at Temple with the four seniors preparing for our team's Pro Day on March 8th. I was getting good times on the 40 yard dash and the various cone drills. Chris Considine worked with me on my pass catching and route running. I spent some evenings over in Cherry hill, New Jersey at Pro Train's gym getting ready. I wanted to put on a good show for the scouts and coaches at Temple's and Penn State's Pro Days. Max Solomon thought it would be good to attend both Pro Days, even if I didn't do all the drills both days. We wanted the NFL to know I was still in top physical condition and ready to play for whichever of the thirty-one teams would draft me.
Penny and I passed on going to the Biletnikoff Dinner in early February. Penny didn't feel up to it yet and I didn't want to go stag. We decided to attend the Maxwell Dinner on March 1st. It was Penny's first night out since David was born. We enjoyed the meal and the company. We ended up sitting with John and Paige Elway. They were delightful dinner companions. We enjoyed it for another reason – the Maxwell Award Honoree, one Winfield Ellsworth "Chip" Brinton.
Monday, March 3, 2014, 11:30 AM
I was busy in my cubicle breaking down video for next season when my cell phone rang. My phone showed a phone call from the 303 area code. I had no idea who it was.
"Hello, Kyle Martin," I stated.
"Kyle, this is John Elway," John said.
"John, I didn't expect to hear from you so soon," I said. "Did your wife misplace her sweater again?" She and John almost left the banquet hall Saturday night without it. I ran them down to return it.
"No nothing like that," John responded. "Paige made it back home with it. This is a business call, Kyle. Are you sitting down?"
"I'm in my cubicle breaking down video," I answered. "I'm sitting down."
"I need you to sign a contract with the Raiders," John stated.
"Uh ... you know that isn't going to happen, John," I said. "We talked about this at the banquet. I will never play for the Raiders."
"The contract will state exactly that," John continued. "You will be paid and you will never play for the Raiders."
"You're losing me," I said. This conversation was getting surreal. "The Raiders will pay me NOT to play for them?"
"Actually the Broncos will pay you and you will play for us," John answered.
"I thought your team couldn't trade for my rights after thirty days before the start of last season," I responded.
"True, we can't trade for your rights," John explained. "We can trade for a SIGNED player after the NFL year starts next Monday. That is why I need you to sign a Raiders contract."
"Ohh ... kay ... uh ... How do I know the Raiders won't screw you and me after I sign their contract?"
"I have been authorized to negotiate your Raiders contract with you and Max Solomon," John said. "I was thinking we could add an extra clause in the standard contract requiring the Raiders to trade you to us with a penalty of them paying you your full $14 million dollar signing bonus if the trade doesn't happen by March 15th."
"Maybe I could consider this," I said. "Why are they finally willing to come to terms? How much am I costing your team? More importantly, how did you get the Raiders to consider trading with you? You're in the same division as them. I wouldn't have thought they would do any deal with you."
"Did you know Mark Davis hired Reggie McKenzie to be their general manager a few weeks ago?" John explained. "Reggie isn't emotionally tied to that bad decision to draft you last year. He wants to recoup the lost first-round pick. We can get you for a second round draft pick."
"A second-round pick? Really?" I said. "How did you get the Raiders to trade me so cheaply?"
John laughed. "We put the Raiders between a rock and a hard place. The bottom line is my team wants you to play for us. The Raiders can trade you to us and get something in return. I also have a tentative deal arranged with Carolina. We ship them Omar Harris, one of our receivers, and we swap first-round, #20-pick for their #3-pick." I knew Omar slightly from playing against him in the Rose Bowl three years ago. He was a decent, #2 receiver, but not a great receiver.
" ... and with that pick in the draft, you'll pick me," I said.
"You got it," John said proudly. He chuckled. "I made sure Reggie knew you were going to play for us regardless of what they do."
"You get me for a second-round pick from the Raiders," I asked. "How much do you see me making? Are you going to pay me like a second round draft pick?"
"No ... not at all," John said quickly. "You were the fifth pick in last year's draft. You will be paid accordingly. Now, I want you to understand, we can't pay you anything for last season. The CBA [collective bargaining agreement] prohibits us from doing that."
"OK, this is starting to sound interesting," I said.
"We believe our team is close to being something special and you are the key to getting us there," John said. "Are you willing to play for the Broncos, Kyle?"
"Definitely, John. I am willing," I agreed quickly. "Playing for your team would be a dream for me. I loved playing for Coach Baldwin last January at the Senior Bowl. What do we need to do to make this deal happen?"
"Can you and Max come out here to work on the contract tomorrow?"
"I need to talk with Penny, my parents and Max," I answered. "Oh yeah ... I need to talk to my boss too. I do have a job and responsibilities here at Temple."
"Make your calls, Kyle," John replied. "I will have the travel secretary get ready for you. We'll have a ticket ready for you. I assume you would want to fly out of Philadelphia."
"Yes, Philly," I confirmed. "Thanks you for calling, John. This is fabulous news."
I was stunned at the swiftness of my deliverance from the purgatory the Raiders had consigned me to last April. I shook it off and dialed Max Solomon.
"Yes, Kyle, what is up?" Max asked politely when he answered my call.
"How's your schedule tomorrow?" I asked. "Can you meet me in Denver? John Elway would like to negotiate a contract between the Raiders and me. Are you available?"
"Elway? The Raiders?" Max asked curiously. It took a moment for the full meaning to sink in. "You sign a contract with the Raiders, who immediately trade you to the Broncos. Why would they Raiders ever, ever trade you to their biggest rival?"
"John Elway put them between a rock and a hard place," I explained. "John also has lined up a trade with the Panthers. They swap first-round picks and Denver sends Omar Harris to Carolina."
"Brilliant ... positively brilliant," Max marveled. "The Broncos get your services at a steep discount if the Raiders do the deal. They get you in draft if the Raiders don't. The Raiders get something for their squandered draft pick. You get paid and get to play football. Uh ... speaking of pay ... did John say what pay scale they would use for you? They aren't going to pay like a second-round pick, are they?"
"No, John promised me they would pay me like the number five pick in the draft," I answered. "They seem real interested and anxious for my services. Can we set this up?"
"I can rearrange my schedule and get to Denver tomorrow so we can explore this further," Max said. "Don't get overexcited about this possibility. Are you certain you want to play for the Broncos?"
"Antwaan Booker and Brendan Hayden are friends. I know half a dozen guys on the team already," I answered. "I played for Coach Baldwin and the Bronco staff at the Senior Bowl and loved them. I would love to see what Brady Rasmussen and I can do together. Yes, Max ... I want to play for the Broncos."
"Good," Max Said. "How does Penny feel about this move?"
"She's in Neurobiology right now," I answered. "I am going to call her in about fifteen minutes, after class is over."
"Call me before you fly out," Max said. "We can coordinate our travel details and come to tomorrow's meeting better prepared."
"Will do," I agreed before clicking my phone off. I headed down the hall to take care of my next piece of business. "Nadia, is Matt in?" I asked politely of Matt Ruhle's administrative assistant. Matt wasn't as formal as Coach Golden was. He insisted we address each other by our first names around the office. He was Coach Ruhle only when we were in front of the players on the team.
"Go right in, Kyle," Nadia replied. "Matt's not busy."
"Hey Matt," I said as I walked in. "You remember how I have been saying for the past ten months that I was yours until the NFL called?" He looked up and smiled. "Literally, they just called. John Elway wants me to fly out to Denver and sit down to discuss a contract to play for his team."
"That is great news, Kyle," Matt replied. "No one here is going to stop you. Don't worry about work here. Chris [Considine] can handle it and I'll pay him hourly until graduation." Chris was a senior and would graduate in May. He was already lined up to take my grad assistant spot after the NFL draft.
"Thank you, Matt," I said. "Thank you for everything."
"Go. Go do what you were meant to do," Matt answered. He laughed. "Things can get back to normal around here. It was embarrassing watching one of my coaches out-play my players."
I gathered up my coat and headed for home. I could catch Penny during her lunch break while I packed for my trip. I gave Dad a call too before I left Edberg-Olson and asked him to call Blake, Taylor and Mays. My attorneys needed to be prepared to review the contract and turn it around fast. I didn't want this opportunity to slip away. I called Penny as soon as I got back to our place in Upper Darby.
"What's up, Kyle?" Penny asked when she answered her phone.
"The Broncos want me to sign a contract with the Raiders so they can trade for me next Monday," I explained. "The Raiders gave John Elway permission to negotiate a contract with me. Max and I need to head to Denver to sit down with John tomorrow."
"The Raiders?" Penny asked. "Are you sure you can trust the Raiders?"
"I'm not sure," I agreed. "I'm not signing any contract with them without ironclad guarantees that I don't have to put up with their shit anymore."
"How long will you be in Denver?"
"I have no idea," I said. "I think Max and I will be playing this by ear."
"Call me on my cell when you land," Penny asked. "I'll set it to vibrate so I don't wake Davey."
"It could be late by the time I get to Denver," I said. "Are you sure you don't want me to text you?"
"Do you really think I will be asleep when you call?" Penny teased. Davey was doing a little better at sleeping but Penny and I got up too often every night to sooth him, feed him or change him.
"I love you, honey," I said.
"I love you too," Penny agreed. "Go get a good contract with the Broncos."
I called the Broncos when I got home. They had a ticket set aside for me on United. The flight departed at 2:45 PM so I had to hurry to the airport. I made my flight on time. God bless the Broncos. They flew me out first class. I thankfully didn't have a long layover in Chicago. The airport in Denver was huge. I took a tram from my terminal back to the main concourse and headed downstairs to baggage claim. The Broncos were supposed to have someone there to pick me up.
I found a guy my age holding a "Kyle Martin" sign downstairs. I walked over and introduced myself. "I'm Kyle."
"Good to meet you again, Kyle," the man said. "I'm Ryan."
"Have we met?"
"I used to quarterback at Cincinnati," Ryan explained. "We played against each other a couple of years ago."
"Ryan? " I mused. "Ryan Williamson ... the Bearcats. You're my age, aren't you?"
"I graduated last spring too," Ryan replied. "I assume that makes us about the same age."
"Did the Broncos send a player to pick me up?"
"No, I'm an intern now," Ryan explained. "I signed with them as an undrafted free agent last spring. I made it through training camp until the final cut downs at the end of August. They let me go. I tried to hook up with another NFL team and then tried the CFL. No luck. I decided it was time to move on to my next career, coaching. Coach Baldwin took me on this January as an intern."
"I understand," I replied. "I've been working as a grad assistant at Temple since the Raiders drafted me."
"I know," Ryan said. "I watched your guys at the Orange Bowl. They did well."
"They did," I agreed.
"Let's get your luggage and get you on the road," Ryan said. "This team is putting you up in a suite near Dove Valley."
"Dove Valley?"
"That's what everybody calls our training center," Ryan explained. "Officially it is the Paul D. Bowlen Memorial Broncos Centre but everyone calls it Dove Valley. That is the name of that area of Denver."
"Let's do it," I agreed. Ryan and I talked about our experiences as an intern or grad assistant as we waited for my bags. There wasn't much difference between the two jobs other than one was for a professional team and the other was for a college team. We did the scut work for the coaching staff.
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An Univited Mall Guest By Monsta A man in an outdated brown suit appeared in the middle of Park Plaza Mall near the GAP store, but no one happened to be looking in that direction at the moment he appeared. His attire made him appear as if he had just walked in from 1983, and in a way he sort of had, in a technical aspect anyway. The mall had been a lot busier in 1983, of course, but Park Plaza still got a fair share of customers these days even in the age of online shopping. A...
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Week 2, Class 1 Part 2: Sexual Stimuli: The Five Senses Jill couldn’t understand how she could be last two classes in a row. Luck of the draw she supposed. Last time she appreciated the delay, but this time she couldn’t wait. After her experience at the nude beach, coupled with the prospect of stripping, and being stripped by a hot guy, she was eager to get at it this time. Now it was finally her turn. Again she found herself looking out at classroom full of naked people. This was really...
Dan didn't know he was different from the other kids in school, he assumed that everybody could feel the same has he did. It wasn't until he was 6 or so that he finally realised that he was the only one with the gift. It wasn't much of a gift really; he could feel people's moods, without benefit of their visual prompts; he could also make people be aware of his presense. They would turn around in class and stare at him, whenever he wanted them too. Not much of a gift you may think and for...
The cool damp sand spread under my feet and a fresh sea breeze blew through my hair as I ran down the beach. Way off in the distance a small lonesome figure beckoned me to join it. Fascinated I ran down the beach toward the stranger. What were they doing on the beach all by themself? As I drew nearer I could make out it was a female and she was dancing, spinning in circles. She had a stick in her hand and every now and then when she spun around she would drag the stick through the sand quite...
"There it is!" Six year-old Amelia pointed into the western sky toward the mountains and the setting sun. I looked where she pointed but had no luck picking out the airplane that was bringing Becky home. Sarah Smith held my arm as we stood in the snow outside the terminal at Great Falls. She laughed and her breath made frosty cloud in front of her face. "Amelia ... with your eyesight Joe Davenport and the rest of the crew at the Choteau Gun Club will want to recruit you for deer...
I’m so attracted to men. I have just experienced some hot and steamy sex from my lover, my boss- Karan. He has fucked me to the core and made me into a woman. I’m sharing some deep sensations that I have gone through in the whole act of deep fucking. My name is Seema and I’m a 20 year old dusky female from Nepal. I work as household help for Karan and Payal who have a big penthouse apartment in Bangalore. Payal is a housewife and Karan is a state level boxer by profession. Both have frequent...
Ben Tennyson groaned and twisted around in his chair so he could watch his cousin Gwen as she typed something into her laptop as she read it out of her spell book. "I can't believe Grandpa left us here in the rustbucket while he went to get some parts," Ben groaned as he looked around the RV. "Considering how advanced this thing is you'd think it wouldn't break down as often as it does." "Shut up, doofus," Gwen said without looking up from her spell book as she stumbled over the...
Camara was an attention whore. She thrived on boys’ and girls’ hypnotic gazes at her hourglass figure. She got off on it. The orgasmic feeling she got from others ogling her soon became her only means for sexual satisfaction. Whenever she sat in a room bare naked touching herself, she became numb. Self-pleasure soon became an insurmountable chore. She could never feel anything unless she knew someone was watching her. This is where Robert G came in. Robert G was a self-proclaimed whore monger...
First TimeBefore reading this, please be aware this is the fourth part of a series, to get the most benefit, please read in the following order; Aunty Bettie, Aunty Betty Part Two, Aunty Betty Part 3In the autumn I left Caprice at University to return home and spend a week with my parents. During my summer visit with Aunty Betty I managed to bring home two pairs of her used stockings, 1 suspender belt and 1 pair of her used panties all removed from her laundry basket.The morning after my first nights...
Holmes for once was fairly contented; he sat carefully cleaning each of his pipes in turn. The resemblance of his pipe rack to a rifle rack did not escape him, nor did the dutiful act of cherishing a precise machine. His mind started to drift back to his days in the Sudan... "Beggin' pardon Mr 'Olmes, but Mr 'Ove is here and 'es somewhat impatient to see you." Ned's eyes refocused on Nancy. "By all means bid him in..." Nancy walked back to the door softly cursing her vacant-eyed...
Mera naam neelam hai. Mai 25 saal ki khubsurat larki hoon. Bari – bari chhatiyan aur patli kamar kisi ko bhi pagal kar dene ke liye kafi hain. Main ne MBBS kiya hai. Meri posting Assam ke ek chhote se kasbe ke Govt. Hospital me hui hai. Mai pichhle saal bahar se yahan ke orthopedic ward men kaam kar rahi hoon. Suru se hi mujhpe marne waalon ki koi kami nahin rahi hai. College ke dino me bhi mere pichhe kafi larke pare the. Yahan hospital ke kai doctor bhi mujhpe marte hain. Magar meri choice...
Introduction: I cheated on my husband for my lustful desire A little bit about myself before we start I am 30 years Im 57 black and weigh 130 pounds on a good day I have nice c cup breasts. Enough about me now back to the story. I was 25 when I got married. My husband is a sales representative in a company and is away from home for a lot of time. Due to our culture I had not lost my virginity till after my marriage. We used to enjoy it a lot. My husband had introduced me to online porn and we...
At The Stables – Exposed Vulnerable And Taken.PreambleI’m David, 35 attractive with a hard body. Toned after two years fixing this place up. I was your average horny husband and never strayed. My wife and I enjoyed an active but vanilla sex life. I have no complains. We would fuck at the drop of a hat and enjoyed oral especially, if one was tired or we had time limitations. That ended two years ago in a car crash in which my wife died. The compensation from the crash paid for these rundown...
Girls and guys stand opposite each other waiting for the tournament to begin. All the girls are standing completely naked. While they’re farther away, you can still see their shaved pussies and beautiful tits glistening in the sun. Your dick is already pulsing and your nuts are filled. As the rules of the tournament go, guys are not allowed to cum 14 hours prior to the start of the tournament. You give your balls one light feel making sure they’re in place. As you feel a slight drip of precum....
BDSM“I see you were using the pods again,” Marion White, the ships First Officer, says as she enters the galley to see Regina on the deck naked. “Unauthorized use of company property for personal pleasure is not allowed you know.” Regina lifts her head from the deck and blinks away the sleep. “Why don’t you just shove it up your ass,” she sneers. Marion walks over and pulls out an egg from a pod and pops it in her mouth. “You know, I don’t know what makes you so special.” She takes a seat and...
Please do read the first part of the story before proceeding to this part. Have fun reading. I held her in arms and started kissing her shoulders and neck. Muuaahh . muuaahh… and I was removing her panty as well. Within a minute, my myra was standing nude in front of me. Her clean shaved pussy was shining with her juices and because she is just as white as milk, her pussy lips were shining pink. I immediately made her lie on the bed and made her legs open up. I started kissing her toe and feet....
Hello iss ke readers mera naam sameer hai main fair 5 6″ ka hoon . Yeh meri pehli story hai ,yeh aajse 2 saal pehle ki baat hai jab main 16yrs ka tha aur meri badi behan 19 ki thi ,meri behan bahut hi jhakas hai uska naam simi hai .Ek din meri behan ne kaha ke sameer tune kabhi kisise pyaar kya hai meine kaha nahi aur tum didi ne kaha haan meine kaha kisse toh usne kaha jaaved (mera dost)mein chonk gaya kya tum javed se love karti ho? Didi ne kaha haan to meine kaha woh toh sirf jism ka pyasa...
The next few days my thoughts of them possessed my mind at work. I could think of little else. A couple of nights later we were at the gym and it started out much the same. We worked out and then she simply waved with a smile and left with Phil again. Thoughts of them flooded my mind until she got home. When she got home again late, I was on the sofa thumbing through a magazine and listing to Enigma on the sound system. She came in, and quickly sat straddling me, lightly pinning my arms...
I pulled my shaft out of Sonja's mouth and let her catch her breath. Her face was flushed with exertion, her make-up smeared.Suddenly, I smacked the side of her face with my cock. The blow itself stung, but the humiliation was even more painful. She gasped."You wanted to be treated like a slut, so I'm doing just that."Before she could respond, I forced my member back into her throat. I was fucking her now, holding the back of her head as I pushed my cock in and out of her throat.After several...
Tafta base was buzzing with the news of our incredible victory and the grapevine had it that the Empress herself had congratulated Admiral Clessik via tri-dee, confirmation of which came later in the day when he informed us all. Towing the alien vessel had required quite a bit of effort and manoeuvring on the part of the Fleet, but eventually the ship, and the captured alien it contained, was in orbit around the planet and studies began. I, along with my fellow Healers and friends, was...
Abella Danger and her globular glutes star in this raucous, raw, romp from Manuel Ferrara’s “Raw #36”. Ferrara has a hotel room with a view, but the view is Miss Danger’s derriere in doggie. Abella shows off her long blonde dye job during an opening photo shoot. The dynamic duo can barely maintain and they quickly jump to the bed to do some ramming. Danger mounts Manuel and crouches while cramming cock into her cunt. She slides up and down as we get a good shot of her...
xmoviesforyouI was disappointed when I heard that my sister Lena was getting married. We had been getting it on together for two years now, ever since Sis came home hot and frustrated from a dance one night. She was the hottest girl in town and every guy in school had been dying to get into her pants. Little did they know sweet little Lena was getting it regularly from her big brother! Lena was a girl who could wrap men around her little finger just by smiling in their general direction. Her long blonde...
It was July of 2006, and it was Dante’s Inferno in New York City. The heat wave in the middle of the July was a killer! I drove around in my Ferrari 612 Scaglietti staying cool and listening to R. Kelly. I hit the West Side Highway, and was thinking about what I wanted to have for lunch. I did not know if I wanted to eat soul food, Chinese or Italian food. While I waited at a red light near Chelsea Piers, I saw my friend, Connie, jogged by garbed in a red baseball cap, black halter top and red...
Britney sat outside on her front steps and watched her new neighbor move in. the moving men were hot and were getting her alittle turned on. she watched as they finished and left and she was thinking of going inside and calling someone. she then saw who her neighbor actually was.He was an older man, he looked to be in his late 60s. he saw her and waved and she smiled and waved back. she watched as he struggled with a few boxes and she went over and asked if he needed a hand. he gladly accepted...
Best friends Gaby and Krissy are reminiscing about their stepbrothers Victor and Nicky who’ve been locked up in jail for a while. The girls realize they miss their stepbrothers and it turns out they had just escaped prison and were heading their way! Nicky and Victor sneak in and find their stepsisters sitting on the couch, and they realize they’ve grown up a lot since the last time they saw them. They also haven’t seen any women in years so when they give their respective stepsisters a hug...
xmoviesforyouTwo Intelligence Corp psychology officers strode down the corridor and knocked on the commanding officer's door, one Grojan and one human. "Come in." The base commander, Major James Evans, sounded weary. The doctor sighed, opened the door and stepped into the commander's office. The commander looked up. Yes?" "We have a problem with Captain Fuller, sir." The commander ran his hands through his hair. "Dear God, that's all I need on top of everything else." The human doctor made a...
Terry did not sleep very much that night and neither did Rosa for thatmatter. Every so often Terry would be stirred awake by the deliciousfeeling of Rosa's lips and tongue on her mouth and throat. Rosa wasinsatiable in her desire and it seemed that she could not get enough ofkissing and fondling Terry's body. Terry did not complain either andallowed Rosa to have her way with her all throughout the night. Terrycould not believe how pleasurable it was to cuddle with Rosa and feel theirbare...
"A good question," I replied. "Let me say this. This slave has already cum three times this morning, one of which was a multiple. She has a very large sexual capacity and if I were to guess, I think it's going to be under 25 rather than over. However, you have no reason to believe me, so why don't you," I pointed, "and you, and you, and you, and let's see, you," I pointed to one of the slaves, "inspect this slave to assess her heat. You can report to the rest whether she is close or far from...
With Julie’s attention to detail and the outstanding input from Miss OH, I was finally able to put a blue ribbon around the file on the Donnie Anderson murder and I celebrated by bringing Miss OH back to meet my Julie and they hit it off right from the moment Julie got a gander at her slim perfectly curved buttocks and her wonderful smile when she was getting licked down where the grass grows greener. Julie was getting to that point when she had to be careful about her level of enthusiasm...
Hello again, up until now I've been telling stories of actual events. Some parts I embellished for effect but basically everything has happened. This time I will share my fantasy of what could have been. Now that I'm older I can put my thoughts into words better than "I wanted to fuck her." and it might be entertaining to you.If you want to get some background info on the inspirations for this story,read my blog post here: https://xhamster.com/posts/880431The event I want to explore happened...
We crossed the bridge over the channel connecting Lake Couchiching with Lake Simcoe and headed north before we headed east. Our thoughts were kept to ourselves while we thought of our escape but my mind kept going back to the ambulance. When we turned west onto regional road 45 we felt a sudden increase in the feeling that had been with us for the last few days. I searched for the source and now for the first time I found two sources. They were close. It was as if they had to abandon their...
A couple of days later, the Emir and Ayda were recovering from an excellent mutual climax when she risked punishment to ask him a question which had been puzzling her, "Why me as well as my daughter?" "Because I like to have some older women around. Alima is very beautiful and very keen on sex in all its aspects, but she lacks the experience to lie and talk as we will sometimes be able to do." "Master, I am very grateful that you married us both, especially as my daughter was already...
If I kept adding to my little family, I was gonna need a bigger camper. The boat was covered with leaves and twigs, but was unhurt. I didn’t care how it looked as long as it functioned right now. Besides, it seemed like I was going to have plenty of deckhands for a while. Robbie loved the boat, looking over the railing while I kept a firm grip on him. Nat didn’t like it at all, it was too high off the water to suit her. She went from Julie to Carrie, clinging. They finally took the kids...
It was 1 o clock and time for Sue"s lunch.The International Bank where she worked was a stones throw from Pettiecoat Lane which apart from it being famous for its Sunday Market also operated in reduced form on week days.She was a regular visitor and today along with three other girls had arranged a trip to windowshop.As they left the building the heat of the day hit them,it being August and unusually for England temperatures were in the 90s.The girls all dresses in the standard uniform of City...
Holy Shit was right! My mind was reeling. No wonder Dad didn't want me to know about this. I had a nasty feeling that I hadn't heard everything yet. "Excuse me? What did you say?" I asked, just in case I had misunderstood. After all, I had it on good authority from Lisa, the Historian that knew everything, that I was really, really old. My hearing might be going. Of course, she had included herself in that also. "You heard me," Lisa said, a little testily. "Bandor and Elizabeth were...
“You need my camera?” He asked. “Sure. I’ll bring it over today, but I have a condition. I want to take some semi-nudes of Lisa in exchange. Either she agrees, or it’s no deal.” Jason took a moment to discuss it with his sister, then told Pete that she would do it, but only if Jason was there to chaperone. “Okay, I’ll be there in about 20 minutes” he said, smiling. Lisa was easily the hottest girl in school, and pictures of her, even partially undressed, would be worth...
In math class the teacher is a fat guy we call porky, he was a mean prick. I sat next to Debbie Mann, who was one of the most popular girls in our class. She was real pretty with auburn hair, nice body, great personality. In the middle of class she leans over to me and ask, why do they call you wiener all the time? Boy did my face get red, and I just mumble that I did not no why. But she was persistent and kept asking. All of a sudden porky is by us and hollers Miss Mann, Mr. Summer, is...
The wedding turned out to be a smash hit! Everyone on the base came to it, regardless of the fact that most of the people didn’t speak our language. It was an event, it was an occasion, it was something to do that was fun; and, more importantly, somebody baked a cake! What more could a person ask. We actually held two ceremonies that night. The first was a naming ceremony. From my perspective I wasn’t going to officiate a wedding of some person who wasn’t a card carrying member of my tribe....
I stared up at Jackson, doing my best to look him square in the eye while trying to decide if he was being serious or not. I couldn’t quite believe my ears but then this was Jackson, so anything was possible. “We’d have a great time – sun, sand, too much wine – and some amazing, adventurous sex! C’mon, it’s time you got back out there. Come with me!” Jackson is my housemate. Well, more my landlord really. It’s meant to be temporary but it seems to be lasting a very long time. I left an...
NovelsAn interesting development occurred this week. The faeries believed they needed to pay for the homes, but they didn’t know-how. Sparky informed Lee of the problem. During lunch, Lee was talking to Sandra and Debora when Deb winged about the quality of lingerie in the replicator. She wished she had her silk knickers back. Kyle added that he missed his silk boxer shorts. That afternoon Lee scrounged through the library for lingerie patterns and printed a heap of patterns out. The next...
Opening the cab door I can hear the music pumping out onto the street. There was a queue to get in but the doorman escorts me in, one of the perks of being the girlfriend of the owner I guess. I had been with Tony of nearly a year now, although at times I wondered why. Tony is a player – big time. He owns a string of clubs, is a ‘face’ about town and to be honest skates just this side of the law. But, despite his faults he had me hooked from day one. He is exciting, so sexual but also I love...
Well some say that i****t is best but in this culture it is frowned upon, i*****l or considered immoral or dirty. Well two consenting adults should be able to fulfill their desires and this is a fantasy of mine which may or may not come true. It concerns my very attractive younger sister. A few years ago she was living in a mother in law cottage and asked me to come over and help, read get me to, install a window air conditioner. Well being my helpless, yeah right, younger sister I did go...
The most improvement in Dean’s senior year, seemed to be with the girls in the school. He wondered if it had anything to do with what had happened between him and Julia Wright and Mary Scott a couple of weeks before school started. Since Dean’s first time with a girl, much less two girls! He spent the first couple of weeks afterwards snatching up the phone at home every time it rang, praying it would be one of the gorgeous college coeds calling for a rematch. It soon became clear to Dean that...
Straight SexMy Sexual Awakening---a memoirIt was 34 years ago that I had my first sexual encounter, and it started me on a path that made me the slut I am. My parents werent real wealthy. We always had enough to eat and a place to live, but things like extra clothes and other things just werent available. In the summer i usually had nothing else to wear other than some really old cutoffs that were really tite and short from having been washed and frayed so many times. They were so short that my little butt...
This is the sixth chapter of Cassie's Dream Date. In the first chapter, Cassandra (Cassie) meets Roger Wilson, author of "Love, Lies, and Lust," a story of transgender love. She's 30, and he's 40-something. She's a supermodel. He's average, dresses well, and has a nice car. They make a date to have dinner and go dancing later. Cassie gets his phone number written on her hand. After he leaves, she has a wild fantasy date, which turns out to be pure fantasy, as she had been daydreaming the...
This is the story of the evening that I was fucked up the ass for the first time. In Anal Awakenings (Part 1) my 19 year-old boyfriend, Shane, had promised to blow me while one of his friends fucked me.Shane's familiar knock came at seven. I opened it and was surprised that Shane was flanked not by one but by two young hunks, one blond and the other dark. Like Shane, his friends were trim with small asses,had muscular arms and nice pecs showed through their tight shirts. I kissed the three of...
Gay MaleChapter 5“Oh God,” Laura whispered, scared. “Okay, I’ll…I’ll do what you ask…I’ll spread my legs for you…” “No. You had your chance, and you refused to cooperate. Now you’ll have to do things my way.” Jan grabbed one of her slim ankles and pulled her leg to the side of the bed, then tied the rubber strip around her knee and fastened her leg to the front bed post. He did the same with the other leg until she was lying with her knees pulled back, her pussy completely exposed to him. He...
My Sissy Secret I got the text on Friday afternoon, just as I was heading home for the weekend. I glanced at my phone as I left the building and stopped dead in my tracks. I didn't recognize the number, but the text sure got my attention. "Hello Sean," it read, "or should I say "Sissy Sean." I was standing in the parking lot trying to decide whether to block this guy or just ignore the text when his next message arrived. "I don't know if you remember me," he wrote, "but I...
For the first time in my twenty six years, I did not dream. My body, my mind, and my soul were in peaceful slumber. I was in blissful blackness, with not a care in the world, when I heard the shrill ring of my phone. My eyes were pasted shut, and I felt like I was climbing through cotton to get them to open. When they finally did open, the bright sun light caused me to close them again. ‘Oh my god! Leave me alone!’ I had no idea who on earth would be calling me. My mind felt like it was...