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Remembering Part 3

REMEMBERING, PART 3 Jordan Kassapedis had a lot of things going for her. She was tall and athletic, with a natural talent for just about any form of sport. Her iron powers of self-control when it came to diet and her love of exercise and gym work had kept her in fabulous shape, and she never seemed to fall ill. She was good-looking in a determinedly boyish sort of way, warm and funny to those who knew her, and if not academically inclined, then generally clever in a practical sense....

Remembering Bethany Part 5

REMEMBERING BETHANY PART 5 : BY THE PIANO MAN In which our heroine meets Broad Billy: hijinks ensue Adele, my wife had somehow guessed something about Beth and I. There was a continuing tirade about some ‘little white tramp’ down at the bar where I worked weekend nights and I was on an increasingly short leash. Adele was waiting up for me every night and the only car I could drive was the MG. She also took to calling the bar and the rehab clinic at Fitzsimons Hospital where I worked during the...

Remembering

©2012 Mendon Fishers It was a Saturday morning and it was raining. I usually got up and played golf with friends on Saturdays, weather permitting. This Saturday the weather was defiantly not permitting. A quick check of the Weather Channel told me it was going to rain hard all day. Then I remembered it was Christmas morning. My usual foursome would be spending the day with their families. Me, I didn’t have a family anymore. I was spending the day alone. They had families who would love to...

Remembering Johnny

I haven’t seen Johnny Marquart in at least 30 years and probably closer to 35. I was six when I first moved into the housing project. Johnny and Bobby lived across the street on the circle with their mother Pearl, there little brother Bunker, and their sisters Cathy and Flossie and little sister Maryanne. I don’t remember the first time I met them. I believe Johnny was a little older than me, he was kinda the leader in the little group of friends I hung around then. I remember he had blond...

Remembering Sammy 1963 1998

Recently, I learned that Sammy, whom I had coached in baseball back when he was a boy of 14, had died in 1998 of AIDS. He apparently contracted HIV when he and his wife were having problems and had separated for a while. Thankfully, neither she nor his children became infected. Following is one of the many Sammy stories that I tell, but the one that always comes to mind first whenever I think of him. * In 1977, I coached a baseball team of 13, 14, and 15 year olds. One of the leaders on the...

Remembering Eighteen

Look, man, everybody whines about turning thirty in private, you know that. I’m just honest about it with my friends is all. And it isn’t just being thirty. Maybe it’s the city and the tiny apartment and the bouncing from one job to another for ten years. I like it most of the time but it ain’t where I thought I’d be when I was a kid. I never wanted to live in the suburbs like Missy probably is now, but it’d be nice to have the option, you know? And I don’t. I can’t afford that bedroom...

Remembering My Senior Prom

— My senior prom is memorable in lots of ways, most memorable to me is the blowjob. I'd rented a limo and got a room at the Hilton for our after party. I had some money for this as I'd been doing a little work for local businesses. Installing accounting and office systems, things like that. Though the thing which paid best was the tech support once I'd installed the system. So I could afford to turn up to Jasmine's in a stretch limo. Her dad opened the door, "Good evening Mr...

Remembering Becky Ch 01

The story begins in the year 1995, late spring. This is the story of my relationship with a very special lady. A relationship that ended far too soon, but left wonderful memories… * It was just around the time when I thought I had hit rock bottom. I was just past forty, divorced going on four years. A divorce that left me crippled emotionally as well as finacially. I was so broke I couldn’t even afford to own a car, despite my having a good job. If you’re divorced and paying child support, I...

Remembering a Dream

I still remember the first time I saw Emily. I was in grad school, walking from my almost non-existent office to my car. It was a typical early Spring day in North Carolina — still a touch chilly, but sunny enough to remind you that Winter had breathed its last. Cutting across the quad, I saw the inevitable Ultimate Frisbee game: guys with their shirts off, chasing the frisbee here and there, girls watching the guys and sunning themselves. I was single, 26, and healthy enough, so of course I...

Remembering Christmas

In the morning I awoke to noises coming from the living room. There beside me is nothing but my wife’s nightgown. It is Christmas morning and our 3 year old daughter is anxious to tear into her presents. As I stumble from the bedroom, I give my wife a nice passionate morning kiss as she prepares to start breakfast. It is a shame she is already dressed because I like nothing better than to run my hands over that fabulous figure as we cook together. I see the flash of her wedding ring that she...

Remembering Our First Time

You were standing on the deck in the snow the first time I saw you. I was nervous about meeting you but had decided it was now or never as I drove back from my morning meeting. I had asked you out to lunch but you had decided that it would be nicer if I met you at your house … a chance to show off your cooking skills I figured. When I got to the bottom of the stairs and first saw your smile, the warmth I felt within me could have melted the snow around me. My face almost hurt from the smile I...

Remembering Becky Ch 05

Thank you for hanging in there so far and especially for the wonderful support and encouragement shown me by so many, both public and private. * A picnic? Well, I wasn’t planning on anything like that yesterday when this grand adventure started. Then again, there wasn’t a whole lot that had occurred that WAS expected. Dreams and expectations are two totally different things. So as Becky turned on the shower, I briefly thought about what we could bring on this picnic. Seconds later, when I...

Remembering Becky Ch 02

In Chapter One, we got to know each other and then proceeded to have a very unusual and intimate encounter. The story continues….. After I spent the weekend worrying about Becky’s abrupt departure Friday evening, I arrived at work Monday morning to find a package about the size of a shoe box on my desk, wrapped in foil. I opened it up to find a smaller box inside, also wrapped. Unwrapping that box I found a bag inside. Inside the bag, another wrapped box. I looked around to see if anyone was...

Remembering Becky Ch 07

Thanks again for making this story easier to write than I had thought it would be, due mostly to your enthusiastic responses, generous voting and many words of encouragement. Chapter seven finds Becky and David exploring new territories… * We slept surprisingly well in the tent, although Becky’s first middle of the night foray into navigating to the outhouse with the lantern proved an experience for her, although she initially declined to elaborate. I later learned that someone from the...

Remembering Becky Ch 08

Thanks for following along so far. This chapter deals with a part of Becky and David’s relationship which has struck a definite chord with a great number of readers, judging by the incredible number of anonymous comments I have gotten. Thanks for them all, and there’s no real need to be shy about what you like either. We’re all friends here. As the story nears its conclusion, Becky and David keep rolling merrily along… * The months flew past, and summer soon turned to fall, which became...

Remembering Becky Ch 06

Thank you so much for continuing with me and for your support and encouragement. * That was how we began, and we became a couple after that weekend… sort of. As Becky had warned me, there was only so much of her to go around. Although her oldest was off at college, Kelly was graduating high school and shopping around for a college of her own. Then there was this Jerry, whoever the hell he was. How did he feel about this arrangement? Who knows? Probably not over-enthused, I would imagine,...

Remembering Becky Ch 04

Thank you for sticking with the story so far, and for all your kind words and encouragement. Chapter four of David and Becky’s story… * I awoke with a nasty case of cotton mouth, a mildly throbbing head and an incredible soreness in my back and knees. That’s when I realized that last night had not been a dream after all. The pleasant pain that comes from suddenly taxing muscles that had been laying dormant for so long felt great. That, combined with the pleasant aroma of brewing coffee...

Remembering Scott

Close your eyes darling and imagine our bodies naked, pressed together. You bend your head down towards me and our lips connect. I break the kiss off and slowly push you onto the bed. Once you’re on your back, I resume kissing you passionately…all the while running my hands lightly over your chest. Again, I break off our kiss and whisper “I love you” as I start to lick, nibble, suck and gently nip my way down your body. My hand finds your rampant staff and I gently grab hold and start to stroke...

Remembering Tracey Part Four

So college began with me living right above Tracey’s apartment. The “friends with benefits” relationship seemed to work well. When either of us needed sex, we found it just a flight of stairs away. Sometimes we just used each other for release, and other times it was an all-night event, filled with loving moments and ending with us sleeping in each other’s arms. I was always there for her whenever she needed to vent about her boyfriend. She was there for me and always ready to offer advice on...

Remembering Tracey Part Three

“Sure, I’ll buy your lunch. After what just happened back there, I’ll buy you a restaurant.” She smiled back at me and asked, “So what are you hungry for?” “Do you really need to know the answer to that? You just gave me a taste of something I haven’t had in a while and now I’ve got a craving for it, “ I responded. She stopped on the sidewalk and turned to me. Looking me straight in the eye, she asked, “If you’re serious about wanting that, I’ll let you have as much as you want.” “Oh really?”...

Remembering Tracey Part Eight

One of the best things about college was the weekend. A few scholarships I had earned plus the fact that I had worked my butt off all summer long to pay for school, allowed me to take it easy during the semester. I took full advantage of my weekend time to hang out at the lake whenever the weather was nice enough. My grandfather had a small plot of land on a lake not too far from school. You couldn’t really call it a lakehouse in the classic sense. We had a boathouse just large enough to store...

Remembering old times part II Chapter 22

When I heard Gaby walking down with another girl my brain went on a spin at the speed of light. Gaby says ‘Hey hun, we have an idea that I know you will like’. Remember, I was on the pummel horse, impaled to the dildo on the wall. And since I was also still gagged, I really could not answer or ask – ‘What you talking about Gaby?.’ So I waited patiently for Gaby to disconnect me from the dildo and maybe take my gag off so that I could at least talk. Gaby said to the other girl ‘Mandy, this is my...

Remembering old times chapter 21

Gaby finally did it. She went out and rented some porn. Allow me to bring you back to the begining since I have not been around for a while. Gaby and I had a very healthy, and loving, heterosexual marriage until one day that I asked Gaby to put on a strapon and fuck my ass. I had been masturbating myself, involving my prostate, for my sexual satisfaction. For a while now Gaby has been fucking my ass, I was loving it and she was enjoying her new found sexual pleasure and her power over me. We...

Remembering Tracey Part Two

I pulled into the apartment complex, got out, and walked around to open Tracey’s door. Please don’t get all gushy on me, because I wasn’t doing it to be a gentleman. I was doing it so I could get a great shot at her legs in that short skirt as she slides out of my truck. The view of course, was outstanding. Her skirt magically slid up her thighs as she scooted across the seat. If only I could have slid my hand across that smooth skin. She’s got a fine body and I love every inch of it. I should,...

Remembering Tracey Part Eleven

My phone rang late one night. It was Tracey and she wanted me to come to her apartment. I was dressed for bed, wearing only a loose pair of jogging shorts. It was late at night, and she’d already seen me wearing less, so I just grabbed my keys, locked the apartment and went downstairs. She opened the door wearing my favorite outfit. She had on a short, cropped t-shirt that just barely covered her breasts. She had taken it a step further and cut the sleeves off and cut out most of the neck so...

Remembering Tracey Part Ten

Tracey is bent over, holding onto a bookshelf attached to the wall. Her shirt is pulled up to reveal her breasts. Her skirt is bunched up on her waist. Her legs are spread just wide enough to give me access. I’m standing behind her with my shorts unzipped and underwear pulled down enough to release my cock, which is sliding in and out of her wet pussy. My hands alternate from gripping her waist and grabbing her gently swaying tits. We’re being as quiet as a couple can be when they’re fucking in...

Remembering Tracey Part Seven

This is chapter 7 of a series. It is based on a true couple, but 90% of the stories, except for the first-time flashbacks, are fantasy. I loved it when I was awakened in the morning to the feeling of Tracey sliding into bed with me. It was the morning after her web cam performance and I was sleeping late. It was around 11 a.m. when she quietly lifted the comforter and slid into bed with me. She snuggled up against my back. I could feel the heat of her body through the thin t-shirt as she...

Remembering the first

Billy and I were always hanging out together. Because we lived close by, it was easy to see each other. We originally met in elementary school but we grew closer in our early high school years. We spent tons of time hanging out at the neighborhood pool, riding bikes, and doing my paper route together. Like most young teenagers, we were slightly mischievous, curious, and it seemed we could turn any conversation sexual in nature. I had just turned 18 in the summer before senior year of high...

Remembering Tracey Part Five

I followed Tracey out of the movie theater, watching her sexy butt sway in her short skirt. Anyone looking would have noticed the big bulge in the front of my pants, and probably notice the flush on her face as well. We walked out to my truck and I opened her door for her. As she climbed into the seat, I reached up and slid my hand up between her legs, nudging her pussy. It only took a second, and I did it just to make her jump. When my fingers touched her, she was still wet enough that they...

Remembering Tracey Part One

One of my first stories… If your first was with someone you really loved and shared a large part of your life with, and not just a fling or one-night stand, then he or she will always hold a special place in your memories. Tracey was my first real love, and rarely does a day go by that something doesn’t trigger a memory of her. We split up before college, but we stayed in contact with each other. The following story is fantasy, although I wish it had been true. She called me one evening to ask...

Remembering Tracey Part Six

The semester continued. I lived above my former girlfriend in our apartment complex. She still had her boyfriend and I continued to date occasionally. At least once or twice a week, we would get together for some no holds-barred, wild, hold on tight for the ride, mind altering sex. Every now and then, we would take the time to make slow, romantic love with each other. I loved both versions, of course, but I will always cherish the nights that we fell asleep in each other’s arms, our legs...

Remembering the First a Second Time

It was a hot, lonely summer evening. My wife was away on a girlfriend’s trip. I was out of town myself, spending the weekend at my parent’s house. They were away on vacation and I was ‘house-sitting’ for them. With nothing better to do, I headed out to the local bar. It had been twenty years since I’d been to the place. I used to hang out there with my friends during our college years, as usual, trying to pick up women. I was enjoying a beer, laughing to myself realizing the pictures on the...

Remembering Tracey Part Nine

In late March and early April in Texas, the bluebonnets and other wildflowers come in bloom across the state. The highway department has seeded the roadsides and the blooming flowers attract people just like the changing leaves of New England. It seems that every house has at least one picture of a family member taken in a field of bluebonnets. Tracey caught the bluebonnet bug one day and asked me to go with her to take some pictures. She was wearing a denim mini-skirt and a white shirt with a...

Remembering My First Real Sexual Experience

As I recall, I had just celebrated my sixteenth birthday earlier that year. My step-mom, Joan was happy because I obtained my driver’s license and wouldn’t depend on her for transportation any more. She was a good step-mom, but her professional career kept her very busy. She was recently single after having divorced my step-dad - so it was just the two of us. I attended an all-boy high school, maintained good grades and played sports. At five foot ten, I looked older than my schoolmates. Like...

Remembering Bob

[ This is for Bob. He was the first-ever glory hole I ever experienced. Hard to forget those 'firsts!' ]What can I say about Bob? When I first came into contact with him it was through a website devoted to gay, gay-curious, bi, and even the occasional so-called 'straight' guys looking for some good sex. I didn't regard myself as gay. Rather, I thought of myself (and still do) as bisexual, with an occasional penchant for something like gay sex. But what about Bob? Bob was, without doubt, pretty...

Remembering Jack

[ With Covid-19 messing up everything you can imagine(!!!), here's a story looking back to pre-Covid-19 days; and not that far back, either! This is for 'Jack', the best glory hole operator I've ever had the pleasure of knowing first-hand! ]It had all the signs of being a hot, and quite humid summer that year (of 2018), but it was so worth venturing out into that sultry afternoon, knowing that Jack was waiting there for me behind the glory hole in his garage!I might have walked over (it was...

Remembering Boston

A small group of us traveled from Martha’s Vineyard to Boston that early spring morning. The five of us all met the previous year during an excursion in the mountains of Nepal. We became friends in the beautiful but Spartan surroundings, vowing to meet again afterward and run the next Boston Marathon together. We were simultaneously excited and in a state of animated suspense. We were all chatty during the 40-minute ferry ride and 80-mile drive to Boston, engaging in playful banter to calm the...

Remembering Helen

I dedicate this story to Helen, I just found out she died today. I was just heading out the door for work when my phone rang. I considered ignoring it, but something told me I needed to answer. “Hello.” I grumbled. “I’m so glad I caught you, it’s Helen.” The exasperated voice said. “My car’s dead again, can you swing by and pick me up?” Helen and I worked together, I was 23, she was 43. She’d been divorced for about 10 years. The only luck she ever had was bad. She was a great person and...

Remembering My First Time with A Guy

Although I had been with a number of boys in heavy kissing and petting I really had never gone further than second base. This night changed all of that. I drove up to visit my older sister in college for the weekend. My sister, Meaghan, was a sophomore at University of Georgia and this was the first time I had visited her on my own. I got up there around noon spent the time hanging out, walking around campus and “seeing the sites,” which meant people and guy watching. We went to a dining hall...

Remembering Sarah Our Night Of Sizzling Passion

Tonight was going to be our night. Sarah had taken my virginity some weeks prior in an unexpected threesome with my cousin. We started seeing each other after that night, having the odd fuck whenever we could grasp the opportunity. But tonight promised something different, and I could not wait for tonight to arrive. We had the house to ourselves tonight and planned to make the most of it. Most of all I was looking forward to getting the chance to try anal sex for the first time. I was so so...

Remembering Rita

My name is Travis Malloy. I'm 29 years old and married to a truly wonderful woman named Rita. We met in college as freshmen and it was love at first sight, at least it was for me. Rita would probably tell you that it took a while for her, but she was in love with me almost immediately. She just doesn't want anyone to know that her head could be turned so easily. It seems like yesterday when we met. It was at the welcome mixer when I first saw her. She was standing with two other girls who many...

Remembering the first bad sex

I have written a lot about my gay experiences. I haven't written about my hetero sex life because it was pretty vanilla; nothing bad, but neither was it going to make the letters page of Playboy. But I would like to recount my first bad sexual experience, back in the early days of my gay experimentation at my local 'cottage'.I'd had a couple of encounters with some older guys in my local public toilets in my early twenties and they were mind-blowing. I would hang around the place most weekends,...

Remembering Charlie with Joanna 4th Ch

My overseas trip back was uneventful: we flew through the night, I had an opportunity to work and blow my cock under the blanket; the seat beside me was empty. Returning home meant a heavy workload; however I managed to spent time on my hobby, photography. I have been taking landscape and portrait photos for a while now and, although not top professional quality, still quite good (from what people tell me…). The photo business has the tagline: “Professional – Friendly – Privat” and has worked...

Remembering old hook ups

One experience that comes to mind was, when I was working in Downsview, I used to go to a small park for lunch and take time to unwind and eat my lunch in peace. Where I worked at the time, no matter where you were, at lunch or in the can, there was no peace, so I bugged out most of the time to this or any of the other local parks.One afternoon, I was sitting in my truck reading and eating my lunch when movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention, so I looked over. It was an older guy,...

Remembering the Doctor

I just got back from seeing the Dermatologist as I had a bad rash on my arm which wouldn't clear up and my own doctor sent me to the specialist. He recommended some new cream and as I let I thought back to my last visit to a Dermatologist. It happened about just over fifteen years ago, I was 45 at the time and winding down my sports activities. I was still playing second team rugby and recreational soccer and during winter I would play recreational ice hockey so I was still in good shape. I...

Remembering the Baker twins and my buddy Glen

I fondly remember the Baker twins. They were a pair of fantastic looking girls. Nice and tall and well built with tits that just screamed out for attention. Their long legs appeared to end with a meaty, juicy pussy and nice round figure skater asses. Not that we thought much about their asses beyond looking at them of course. HaHa. The “we” here are me, Bob, and my buddy Glen. Unfortunately the Bakers girls were also the consummate cock teasers. While they would always seem to want to move...

Remembering Your Duties

3:30amYou awake with a start. You had drifted off peacefully hours ago, waking up so suddenly has disoriented you. Your eyes frantically dart through the darkness as your heart races. Soon you realize I am climbing on top of you, poised to mount your face. Now you realize that your punishment is about to start. My hand runs through your long, dark hair, gripping it tightly. I yank your head back. You gasp."Rise and shine, Alexandria!" My voice cuts through the silence as I rub my hard dick...

Remembering the First a Second Time

It was a hot, lonely summer evening. My wife was away on a girlfriend's trip. I was out of town myself, spending the weekend at my parent's house. They were away on vacation and I was 'house-sitting' for them. With nothing better to do, I headed out to the local bar. It had been twenty years since I'd been to the place. I used to hang out there with my friends during our college years, as usual, trying to pick up women. I was enjoying a beer, laughing to myself realizing the pictures on the...

remembering uncle buddy part one

after many years of our having fun together, doing the role playing we so much loved, for whateverreason, you have disappeared from my life, and it is time to chronicle some of those times. when we first met it didn't take long for us to discover what a good fit we were together, you being the 6'5" 230lb uncle, and my being the 5'3" 120lb bad cock teasing little girl niece, how you liked that I didn't get into the "over the top" sissy get ups, but preferred keeping it simple with just my...

Remembering the first

Billy and I were always hanging out together. Because we lived close by, it was easy to see each other. We originally met in elementary school but we grew closer in our early high school years. We spent tons of time hanging out at the neighborhood pool, riding bikes, and doing my paper route together. Like most young teenagers, we were slightly mischievous, curious, and it seemed we could turn any conversation sexual in nature. I had just turned 18 in the summer before senior year of high...

Remembering the 1980 s

This is a true story of coming of age in the 1980's.This was the age of the nightclubs in our area. We had all kinds; post disco dance clubs, hangouts with DJ's and we even had a hot tub club, which was more like a swingers club. One place we used to go every Friday night, was a large disco club in the center of one of the large cities. My buddy and I would get in, get a table and meet women. I guess the “innocent harmless looking guy” thing, worked in our favor, because we always went home...

Remembering a naughty lesson

So here I am sitting here knowing you are probably less than 10 minutes away and you are going to get wet just wondering what is in this message.That's because you are a very bad girl. Like I said before, bad girls get spankings. I guess I'll just have to drive over there and pick you up nearby your house. It is not that I want to do it, but you leave me little choice with your actions. We are going to have to drive somewhere remote so you can learn how a proper lady behaves herself.I pull off...

Remembering one hell of a night

I've known this girl, her name is Michelle, for about ten years now. We lived in the same apartment complex back then, and visited with each other quite often.We ended up having a physical relationship, and she was an incrediblefuck. She would do anything I wanted. If I felt like fucking her in theass, she was always ready for it. She could literally suck dick for hours and shehad the sweetest-tasting little pussy of anyone I have ever known.She is also bi-sexual and loves to see bi-sexual...

remembering my first

Do you remember your first?I remember very vividly the first spanking I received in my life it has led me to the enjoyment I still get out of being spanked to this day. It also left such an erotic impression on my mind that even all these years later I must have many of the elements of my first included in my punishment to this day. Otherwise it just does not feel like a complete spanking and punishment and comes up short of the complete and utter enjoyment I derive from having my bottom bared...

Remembering old times part II Chapter 22

When I heard Gaby walking down with another girl my brain went on a spin at the speed of light.Gaby says "Hey hun, we have an idea that I know you will like".Remember, I was on the pummel horse, impaled to the dildo on the wall. And since I was also still gagged, I really could not answer or ask – "What you talking about Gaby?." So I waited patiently for Gaby to disconnect me from the dildo and maybe take my gag off so that I could at least talk.Gaby said to the other girl "Mandy, this is my...

Remembering old times chapter 21

Gaby finally did it. She went out and rented some porn.Allow me to bring you back to the begining since I have not been around for a while.Gaby and I had a very healthy, and loving, heterosexual marriage until one day that I asked Gaby to put on a strapon and fuck my ass. I had been masturbating myself, involving my prostate, for my sexual satisfaction. For a while now Gaby has been fucking my ass, I was loving it and she was enjoying her new found sexual pleasure and her power over me.We...

Remembering the Past

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was co-written with BlackShadowMaster. For his help, support,patience and understanding, he has my deepest thanks and gratitude. He is agreat source of ideas and is wonderful at bringing them to life. Since the codes for the story have to be predetermined before the story isposted (and I can't change them with each new chapter) I guessed at what codesI will be incorporating. I apologize if the code you were looking for was notin the chapters posted so far – I am...

Remembering San Francisco Fleet Week 1973

[ For Michael, an xhamster member, who asked me to write something in remembrance of that time (in 1973) during Fleet Week when coming into the San Francisco bay he was so eager to get off the ship and find some serious sexual indulgence after tossing about on the South China Sea! This is for you, Michael! Hope it does justice to what you've told me about it! ]I'd been stuck on the South China Sea for months. During that time everything around me seemed one, uniform, drab grey. The ship was...

Remembering That Night

I still can not believe I allowed him to treat me as he did. I can not believe I invited him to come up to my hotel room, that I even thought about cheating on my wonderful husband Tim with him. That I didn't even know his name as he undressed me that first night we met. That when he asked me if I was "ready to be his slut" I said yes Sir, called him Master for the first time and agreed to do anything he asked of me. I can't describe the conflicting feeling rushing thru my mind and body as...

Remembering Mary O Brien

In my Senior year of high school, I did well enough in Forensics to earn a spot in the state competition. We piled onto a bus, kids and chaperones and luggage and all, and set off across the state. We arrived at State University, the site of the competition, and settled in. My event was Extemporaneous Speech, wherein you get a topic, and 15 minutes to develop a 5 minute oration based upon it. Now, I’m a talker (surprising, no?), and a bit of a dilettante, knowing a bit about a variety of...

Remembering the Fallen

Back in the summer of 1997, I needed a summer school credit in order to graduate. So I signed up for ENC 1001, English Composition (I wanted an easy A). There were a variety of writing topics, but one of them was a "saturation" paper. The idea was for a group of students to go to a location as a group, immerse ourselves in the surroundings and write about the things we saw, trying to be as descriptive as possible. Our group met at the now-defunct Rio Bravo Cantina on Baymeadows Road in...

Remembering

Fanfic 100 prompt "home" This was his ritual and because the work schedule had been so crazy, he could do it at his leisure instead of a hurried stop before work. He wasn't due back to work until Thursday morning. At oh five hundred he slipped out of bed, showering, then put his dress uniform on. All the while his lover slept, one long leg peeping out from under the mounded blankets. He supposed he could have asked Tony to come along, but he wouldn't know what to say, how to phrase...

Remembering

It was a Saturday morning and it was raining. I usually got up and played golf with friends on Saturdays, weather permitting. This Saturday the weather was defiantly not permitting. A quick check of the Weather Channel told me it was going to rain hard all day. Then I remembered it was Christmas morning. My usual foursome would be spending the day with their families. Me, I didn't have a family anymore. I was spending the day alone. They had families who would love to have them hang around...

Remembering the First Time

I inhaled sharply as she bit down on my nipple, the pain sending pleasure spikes to my hard cock. I pulsed inside her and she squeezed me with her keagles in turn. MMMmmm "it was so good" I whispered, almost gasping as she bit at the other nipple. She sat up quickly, throwing her hair back and causing her beautiful tits to bounce slightly, her nipples standing proud and tight. "You really like it when she doesn't say a word, don't you." She lifted herself until my cock head was at her...

Remembering times with Ricky Part 1

*** Please note words in brackets are a translation for american readers where I think required There are times in a man's life when little things trigger lots of memories , last Thursday evening was one of those times, My eldest son was working late and ask me for a pick up, when he stepped up to the car he had a work mate with him. He was introduced as Dan and has he lived near by could we give give him a lift home. As Dan slipped into the back seat I caught a better look at his face and that...

Remembering Bethany Part 4

Beth tried to back off from the relationship because of my coming departure and she succeeded in keeping it on a platonic level after our Christmas idyll. I respected her feelings and didn’t do anything to reignite our affair. Adele in her way helped by insisting that I come home right after work and taking the Mercedes because she said that she and the girls needed the transportation while I was left with the MG and there was no way I or anybody else but a contortionist could fuck in a MG. We...

Remembering Bethany Part 6

Because of the snow, Jimmy kept the bar closed on Friday. However, Denver snowstorms often have a limited shelf life and after a sunny Saturday, the roads were relatively clear, Jimmy called everyone and we reopened on Saturday. Most of the crowd had been off on Friday and were looking to party on Saturday Night. Beth brought Billy in with her to the bar. He looked happy but very tired while Beth looked Radiant but was walking slightly bowlegged and she confessed that she was having trouble...

Remembering Bethany Part 3

(In which Beth goes to the Brown Palace, samples foreign customs and has a trip around the world) My wife, Adele, had taken the girls back to St. Louis for Christmas with her Mother and I wisely worked my schedule so that I was the only rehab specialist available for the Holidays and I sadly could not go to visit my in laws. Since my wife was not home and I had been going through poker withdrawal, I got into an all-nighter with some buddies. A brother named Gary who was a chef for the Brown...

Remembering Bethany Part 2

(I which I taste Bethany’s Schwarzwalder-Kirschtorte and she samples my Schwarzschlange-Honigschlag) Beth had given me her car keys and I brought my toolkit and mechanic coveralls to the bars’ parking lot. When I popped the mustangs’ hood, I found what I expected: a broken distributor cap. A quick trip to the parts store, a short tune-up and I had the ‘tang’ purring like a kitten, abet a large and deep throated kitten. Beth was just getting off the bus and she ran up to me and hugged and kissed...

Remembering times with Ricky Part2

*** ( Please note words in brackets are a translation for american readers where I think required) My tongue dipped and lapped along Ricky's tight arse cleft. the bitter sweet tang urging me to lap deeper with Ricky urging me on.. “ Dig your tongue in....suck my shit.....oooo....oh sheesh....!” I pushed a little lower as he lifted his arse causing a fine pair of balls to hang down and invite me to suck them and I reached through to a warm throbbing penis or was it a cock ,what ever name you...

Member Services

I belong to a professional association. Whenever I'm in the town where headquarters of the association is located, I stop by and say "hi." Today was no exception.After conducting business, one of the staff who I'd yet to see today happened by. Now, by far, Sheryl is the hottest of the entire staff - though none are unworthy of attention. She's approsimately 40 years old. We greeted in our usual sarcastic, jovial manner. She's really a lot of fun. Our small talk is sometimes slighty caustic, but...

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Member of the Wedding By Ellie Dauber © 2020 Somebody knocked on the door. Three times. Me, I was sitting down, _very_ carefully attaching my sheer white stocking to a garter. "I'll get it," Cathy Steiner said. Cathy, my best friend since Brownie Scouts, was already in her maid of honor's pink chiffon dress. It was a lot simpler than the rig I was going to be wearing, but then _I_ was, Angela Fletcher, Marty Hanson's bride-to-be; soon to be his bride-that- was. The chain...

Remember

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...

Remember Me

I got the call late one Sunday evening, and the last thing I ever expected was her bouncing voice to come flying over the line at my ears. “Remember me?” She didn’t wait for my answer. “It’s Cora. I used to live three houses down the street from you.” Remember her? It wasn’t like I could forget. How could I ever forget one of those pivotal people in my childhood? And, as far as sexual awakening goes, Cora was the overriding figure of my teenage years. The years washed away faster than my...

Remember Me

I got the call late one Sunday evening, and the last thing I ever expected was her bouncing voice to come flying over the line at my ears. “Remember me?” She didn’t wait for my answer. “It’s Cora. I used to live three houses down the street from you.” Remember her? It wasn’t like I could forget. How could I ever forget one of those pivotal people in my childhood? And, as far as sexual awakening goes, Cora was the overriding figure of my teenage years. The years washed away faster than my...

Remember

Remember, 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...

Remember When

It really does seem like yesterday that we met. I don’t think that either of us knew just what was in store for us that day. I sit here remembering that day. We had been introduced online six weeks before. Oh how we would talk. Well, ok, after I decided to stop running away and realized that a friend would be nice to have. After all, everyone needs a friend. Oh the hours of conversations we would have. It was so nice to be able to talk to someone, to share my thoughts, my desires, and yes my...

REMEMBER THE RUBBER COAT

Author unknown.It was back in the early 70’s that I was to have my introduction to dental gas anaesthesia…..I was sitting in the dentist’s chair waiting for the local dentist to finish his examination, when he suddenly turned round to his assistant and instructed them to ask my mother to come into the surgery as the dentist would like to talk to her. My mother came into the surgery and the dentist started talking to her, I couldn’t understand everything that was being said but I did hear the...

Remember Me

“Okay, folks! I think we can wrap it up and get back to work,” said the brand new manager of the Atakapa Regional Water Treatment Facility. “Angela,” the six-foot-two-inch dark-skinned man said, “what time do I have to meet the realtor?”“You’re scheduled to meet her at the first house in twenty minutes, sir,” answered his new short and plump secretary.“Alright then. I better get going.”“Roger that, sir. I emailed you the location and a link on Google maps. Should take you right there.”“Thanks....

Remember Me as a Time of Day

"Remember me. That is all I ask from you." The slip of paper with those two short sentences slides down onto the cold asphalt floor. The flat is dead silent. The nostalgic feeling sweeps through the air. The group of friends wander around their dead friend's home, touching each object gently. They feel that the things still keep a piece of Lee's soul. From corner to corner, each item reminds them of some aspect of Lee. She passed away exactly 3 hours 55 minutes and 27 seconds earlier. A...

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Remember When Ch 2

Chapter 2: Our First Time Three and a half months have gone by since we first met. We saw each other as often as we could. We talked every day. You had become an important part of my life. The winter was unseasonably warm up until New Year’s weekend. A bad snowstorm was in the forecast. We both were scared that if I waited until Saturday to go to visit you, I wouldn’t be able to make it. It was decided, I was going up on Friday. We had a wonderful evening together. Then again, we always do....

remember

A Weekend to remember. Part 1 My first attempt at writing anything so be kind. All constructive thoughts welcome. It is a true story, however I have changed the names. Rusty was glad it was Friday because he had the weekend off. He headed out the main gate of the Naval Air Station, turned left and walked 200 yards to the small covered city bus stop. Rusty would make the city bus to San Francisco. This had been his routine for the past fourteen months when he had the weekend off. This weekend...

Remember that One Really Smart Kid

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Remember Me Part 1

When I was sixteen years old, one my dad’s old drinking buddies said to me, one day, “Son, you probably don’t realise it now, but these are the best years of your life. Once you finish school, it’s all downhill from there. Mark my words on that.” My heart kind of sank when he told me that, and I thought, You mean, this is as good as it gets?To put it, mildly, my school years weren’t the happiest years of my life. I was skinny, kind of shy, and I didn’t have a lot of self-confidence. As for...

Remember The Magic

Let me introduce myself, my name is Amanda, I’m eighteen years old, and still live at home with my mother and younger brother Bryan who is seven. This is a story of how Christmas took on a whole new meaning for me. Our Christmas tree was lopsided, with a few bald spots, and even looked more pathetic with the few presents under it. However, it was all my mother could afford. Ever since the divorced she barely enough money to pay bills, let alone buy presents. You see, my dad is a penny...

Remember Me

To put it, mildly, my school years weren’t the happiest years of my life. I was skinny, kind of shy, and I didn’t have a lot of self-confidence. As for girls, well, just forget all about that, too. They weren’t interested in me at all, and I used to get all kinds of crap about being so skinny. My friends were mostly from the non-athletic group, although, being built like a greyhound, I was always good at running, both on the track and cross-country, so at least I got on okay with the school...

Remember Our First Valentine s Day

This material is meant for readers of 18 yrs old or older. If you are not 18 please leave now. This story is fictional. Please send me any feed back you may have. To the love of my life, I still remember the first Valentine’s Day we were together. We had met the previous May and been married in November so this was the first time we had been together on Valentine’s Day. Valentine’s fell on a Friday and I told you I had to work when in reality I took the day off to watch you. I had spent...

Remember When Ch 01

The holidays are always chaotic and sometimes even a disaster. Lots of cooking, family gatherings and always a new child screaming about playing tag with all the other rug rats. Red wine stains on the white carpet, and uncles who couldn’t maintain their liqueur intake. Usually passing out in the most inconvenient places, like the only bathroom or a nosedive onto the dining room table. Not this year. This year was a time for a relaxing vacation on the southern East Coast. As the plane lifted...

Remember Me Ch 03

A/N: My bones are tired and worn from doing schoolwork…and writing this. Feel honored. ^^ There’s some…dramatic bits here. Kind of felt forced to me but oh well. Enjoy. oOo Darkness… A memory was etched into her mind, trying to get her attention. Pain… It clawed and bit and tugged at her consciousness. She wanted desperately to ignore it. Hate. But as she stared into the cold gray blue eyes of Estafana, she couldn’t push it away anymore. She remembered, no matter how much she didn’t...

Remember That Night

Introduction: This is a story, with a little bit of sex in it, so if youre after a bonk-fest look elsewhere. I hope that you enjoy it though, should you bother to read it. Remember That Night&hellip,&hellip,. I remember that night, the first time I met him. The older lady said. The younger woman sitting alongside cocked her head to one side, and listened intently. I had taken a sabbatical from my university studies, and gone travelling. She continued Unheard of at the time, but the idea of a...

remember

A Weekend to remember. Part 1 My first attempt at writing anything so be kind. All constructive thoughts welcome. It is a true story, however I have changed the names. Rusty was glad it was Friday because he had the weekend off. He headed out the main gate of the Naval Air Station, turned left and walked 200 yards to the small covered city bus stop. Rusty would make the city bus to San Francisco. This had been his routine for the past fourteen months when he had the weekend off. This weekend...

Remember when we used AOL to hook up

I have been dating or married to the same woman for over 12 years now. So my single days were quite a ways away at this point. Therefore, much of my sex and hook-up stories resulted from the use of AOL chat rooms. For nostalgia sake, I'd like to take you back to 1998 and recount a pretty interesting and amusing story.As some of you may remember, on AOL you could scan member's profiles for people near you. As would most, I would customarily have three or four chat boxes going with three or four...

Remember To Scream

Roland Bell concluded that Las Vegas had advantages as a place for 850 neurologists to discuss pain, advantages beyond having more hotel rooms than any other city in America. For those devoting their careers to investigating pain and confronting its harrowing extremes, chronic urgency was an occupational hazard. By its nature, however, urgency could not be permanent, it was by definition an acceleration of life’s norm. Still, raked by the cries, moans, screams—and the shattering pleas for...

Remember That Night

“I remember that night, the first time I met him.” The older lady said. The younger woman sitting alongside cocked her head to one side, and listened intently. “I had taken a sabbatical from my university studies, and gone travelling.” She continued “Unheard of at the time, but the idea of a ‘gap year’ is quite common, now, of course.” The young woman nodded in encouragement, but did not speak, she simply continued to listen. “I’d wound up on Skiathos, in the Mediterranean Sea” the old...

Remember When Ch 08

Edited by luvtaread * ‘Not long after the snowy weekend Katy got the good news that she was pregnant, but it was a few more months before Ashley was ready. So as the school year was wrapping up I arrived home to a strange sight…’ Brandon had no sooner entered his home than Katy rushed up to him and said, ‘Hurry doctor it’s the patient upstairs she’s critical.’ Katy was wearing her sexy nurse outfit that told him some sort of game was going on and if he was right it was one of his...

Remember These

It was our anniversary, and my parents had offered to take our kids to get some quality couple time. As much as we love our offspring, the chance for the two of us to take a long earned time out to enjoy some us time was not hard to accept. We bid our children farewell, and headed to the bright lights of the city. My wife still made my pulse race after ten years of wedded bliss as she turned and smiled at me in that way that told me I had better prepare for long hours of pleasure. Her hand...

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