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Letter from Emoryville

LETTER FROM EMORYVILLEDear Shoeblossom:My wife and I really have enjoyed your letters. It has been a major help to us in the changes we’ve made in our relationship. For one thing, my wife is not a woman-born woman. In fact, Monisha used to be my teammate when we played soccer for San Francisco State University.We were living together, just a couple of guys, chasing girls and drinking beer, but one night Monisha (who was then called Monson) told me that he fantasized about me whipping him with a...

Down Memory s River To Jenny

When I awakened this morning I decided it really is true what they say—some memories just won't die. For all our days—life resembles a stage. People enter our lives—we live in the sunshine of their presence for a little time—then sometimes slowly—other times painfully abrupt— their light flickers out. Like the vapor from a teakettle, they are gone. Sometimes when I feel that yearning to return to a happier time, I drag out my little Memory Canoe. I paddle off in the direction of a fair land...

MALLORY S REPRESSED MEMORY

The Bunk’d actress now in her 8th season of shooting the Disney show in 2025 being 19 now gets an audition for her ‘first ever movie…it is a Horror/Thriller where she will be paid $20 Million Dollars…more if the movie does really good, the studio wants her for the lead role saying she would be perfect for it as she reads the script reviving a long forgotten and deeply repressed memory of something that happened to her when she was 15, something so horrible and frightening she ‘blocked out the...

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Leben 10

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Memory Master

Memory Master By Cal Y. Pygia "I can remember whatever I want, whenever I want?" Amanda asked. The salesman nodded, patting the dome of the Memory Master. "Whatever you program." He'd already explained the procedure twice, but he'd explain it a hundred more times if need be, to make a sale. Besides, he knew that the lady probably had understood what he'd said the first time. Usually, customers asked him to repeat the steps of the procedure several times for no other reason than to...

The Memory Star

I was twenty-eight when my Grandma Pearl passed away. I still remember every moment of that call. I knew immediately it was bad news. My great Aunt Mary didn’t make many phone calls. “Emily, are you sitting down?” Aunt Mary said. “I don’t know how to tell you this. It’s your Grandma Pearl. She died today.” I didn’t cry then, or at the funeral, or even in the several months since. Grief waited, skulking in the corners of my mind before finally sneaking up on me, like a house cat – lazy and...

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 27

"The defense calls Doctor Claire Montgomery to the stand," said Matthew. Roger stood. "Your honor, I fail to see the relevance of anything this witness could bring to the issue. I must object. Mental state is not at issue here. The accused did not plead based on insanity, either temporary or otherwise." Matthew spoke clearly. "Your honor, I have already indicated that I'm trying to establish motive for my client's actions. This witness's testimony is crucial to that...

Photos on a memory stick

We recently visited my sister-in-law for the day and just before leaving her husband told me about a shareware history program that I might be interested in. I asked Ian to make a copy for me and he found a spare memory stick to put the program on. When we got home I dropped the stick next to the computer intending to look at it the next day. It wasn't until a couple of weeks later that I got around to putting the stick into my computer when I was working with another program and somehow I...

The Dildo That Erased Claire Bonneville s MemoryChapter 6

When she walked through the glass doors of Martin Aerospace Industries, it was exactly fourteen days after the accident. As she entered into a spacious, well lit atrium, she looked up to see a full sized bi-wing airplane suspended from the ceiling, directly over a long desk at which sat a good looking young man in a uniform. It wasn't her fantasy man. "Good morning, Mrs. Bonneville," he said, with a brilliant smile. The smile was genuine, as was the way he recoiled as he looked at her...

A Summer Memory

In my case, though, it happened with my sister. The summer before my senior year in high school my parents took Karen, myself, and a friend of hers, Lisa on a trip to Cozumel, Mexico for a ten days. My parents are fairly well-off, not extravagantly wealthy but doing well enough to afford occasional luxuries. Karen was almost 16 and had developed into a gorgeous young woman. Her arms were long and almost thin, but her body was curvaceous and toned. She had long amber hair and this amazing...

A Bitter Sweet Memory

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Philosophy in the Boudoir and In Memory of Mack Sennett A Transgender Interpretation

Philosophy in the Boudoir and In Memory of Mack Sennett: A Transgender Interpretation By Cal Y. Pygia Surrealist artist Rene Magritte regarded his paintings as visual poems in which he sought to express the "secret affinities" between objects which seemed otherwise wholly unrelated. He detested Freudian interpretations of his work, regarding such readings as puerile and superficial, if not totally irrelevant. Therefore, he would have been likely to reject psychoanalytical...

Photographic Memory

Word spread quickly that I was an asset on sales trips. Maybe that would get me out of the office occasionally with trips to exotic places. With Harriett jetting all over the country, sitting home alone even with a substantial and growing porn collection of books, videos and photos was tiresome. So, when I got the email that I was going to see a customer alone, I was quite shocked. I wasn't the shake-hands, smiley-faced deal closer. I was the factual, technically astute back room guy who got...

For Want of a MemoryChapter 7

"You're looking better," said Officer Connel. The hospital room didn't look any different. "I feel better ... mostly," said Kris. "I have lots of questions, but I feel better." "I've still got lots of questions, too," said Mitch. "Why didn't you tell me I got shot?" "I was hoping you'd tell me about that." Mitch watched for signs of stress, but didn't see any. "I'd love to tell you," said Kris. "I'd love for you to put whoever did this to me behind bars for the...

A New Favorite Memory

I always remember the first no matter how many times I get to watch. Every time I see her fucking I remember seeing that first cock push her lips apart, hearing her initial cries as it slipped inside her horny cunt. Seeing how wet she was, seeing her juices coating his entire shaft. Remembering how she had sucked him first, looking at me as she took his cock in her mouth, stroking the wet shaft while she sucked his balls. How she lay down for him, pulled him on top of her. Seeing her legs...

For Want of a MemoryChapter 24

Kris was more worried now than he'd ever been since waking up in the Pembroke hospital. The interview with the detective hadn't helped at all. He was almost ill that nothing in the photograph looked at all familiar. And he knew no more about the accident or hitting the man than he had before. Normally, he wouldn't have worried, or at least thought he wouldn't have worried. But Lulu was involved now. Oh, sure, she didn't know anything - certainly nothing that could get her in any...

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 16

Lacey went back to see Claire ahead of schedule, and told her everything that had happened. Claire put her under again, and spent an hour exploring the details of the rape that she hadn't gone after earlier. As each horrible part of the assault was revealed, Claire worked more instructions into the dialog, intended to minimize the emotional impact of the memories. Then she brought Lacey out of the hypnotic trance and spent another hour with her, concentrating on the things that Lacey felt...

For Want of a MemoryChapter 29

When Kris left, he felt like the world was closing in on him and he had nowhere to turn for sanctuary. He believed Lulu was disgusted with him because he was a bad person. Mitch was going to conitinue investigating, find out that he'd committed a crime and probably arrest him. Even if he could find a way to patch things up with Lulu, his life would still be down the crapper, sooner or later. Eventually ... he was going to have to pay the piper, and he didn't need his memory to tell him how...

The Dildo That Erased Claire Bonneville s MemoryChapter 10

The feeling of déjàvu, once they were inside, was eerie, and yet Claire couldn't put her finger on just what it was that seemed familiar. It took a while before it percolated into her mind that the plethora of objects, the variety of things people tried to spice up their sex lives with, was probably what her tattered memory found recognizable. The array of colors, textures, and purposes for the things she saw was intimidating in a way. She compared it to what she thought seeing a foreign...

The Memory of Place

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock T S Eliot ◊◊◊◊◊ There is a tree I think of from time to time. A tree in winter, it’s limbs bare. Blackened bark, wet with cold rain. I stand and look at it’s limbs fracturing upward into low scudding cloud and I am struck by how these bare shoots reach out like nerves, and I wonder what they feel when winter comes, when...

Vivid Memory 3

In a mere two years since the wondrous encounter with the Great Ram that magical Midnight, our ranch, or should I say, our sheep tool off, seems they all began producing the best fleeces to be found! Prices skyrocketed, and orders were backlogged a year or longer.Mother made the decision that we should relocate the original black rams, because their offspring had the same qualities as their sire So, off to the British Isles we went.... mother, I, and rams. We found thatmour rams wer4e already...

Vivid Memory

In the early fall of 1953 an incident lasting from the dark of Midnight to the predawn hours remains my most vivid, graphic, and lasting memory. It needs no embellishment, rather, needs be be believed as stated, for tis a true memory, tho seems to this day, the fantasy of my fevered mind. On the ranch in Wyoming, where I grew up, we separated to ewes in first “season” to keep them from being bred too early, as they are just not mature enought to carry to full term ,and the mortailty rate is...

Reflection On a Memory

One night while sitting on my back deck my mind was drawn to a sweet memory. After spending more than 2 decades as a high school teacher I had taken on a whole new challenge in my career and I sat outside reflecting on the many experiences some good and some not. A memory that has been in my mind from the start of my teaching career came drifting back into my mind. It was the first Saturday after school let out for the summer; graduation had been the evening before. I had been asked to get...

My Favourite Memory Pt 5

Well, as soon as I think I'm going to get to the favourite memory a few others crop up. This time its probably my second favourite one. I metioned a pretty girl called Viv in part 4 and this involves her. We began to go out just after I left school and began to work in the factory. She was into her finals which means she would have turned 16 during that year. I was over the moon having got hold of the best looking girl around and was on the best behaviour.We did plenty of kissing and soon a lot...

My Favourite memory pt 4

I know, I know...I keep meaning to get to the actual memory that always gives me the best wank and is guarenteed to get me off but I've been way-laid. First with the time when me and Dave had our first sex, then with the time that we had had our first group fuck together and lastly with the time I'd had group sex with people other than Dave. Well there are a couple more of them as well so I might as well spill my beans over those too! We'll get to the main story at some point, honestly.There...

My Favourite Memory

Have you got a favourite wanking memory? The one thing in your mind that's sure to get you off? Here's mine. I was living in London and sharing a flat with a bloke called Dave. We were both in our late 20's. He had a job working with a guy with a disability who needed a staff member to care for him as he couldn't cope with practical stuff so during the day he was out at day centres but needed support at home. This meant that Dave regularly slept there as night support. One night Dave starts to...

From my memory

I lay in my bed, propped up with precisely3 pillows behind my head and back. The time was ticking between day and night as I sat and watched several different movies. The time has passed slowly, and yet you are still not here. I unconsciously watch the USA and Canada hockey game, knowing where you are you are watching it as well. That’s the closest I can get to you. I have not felt your touch in months, your kisses are faintly remembered, your touch is unfamiliar, and I long for you to come...

Old Memory

¨I love it, I love it so much¨ he whispers to himself. In a flash, he is blinded by the headlights of a car that drives by. ¨Not so quiet anymore, damnit I need to cum badly¨ he decides not to stay here and drives back home. On his way back in the car, a memory of that once quiet place are playing as an old movie in his mind. Memories that he shares with only one other person.... ¨What are we going to do here Bella? This place gives me the creeps.¨ ¨Just relax big baby, we are...

Rejection Is But A Memory

Copyright© 2001-2003 There was a young parson of Harwich, Tried to grind his betrothed in a carriage. She said, "No, you young goose, Just try self-abuse. And the other we'll try after marriage." When I attempted to open my eyes the room spun so fast I had to close them again. Trying to sit up caused a wave of nausea to threaten my existence and I had to lay back down. Every inch of my body hurt, including my fingers and toe nails! How could I drink so much last night? Oh...

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 31

"Has the jury reached a verdict?" asked Judge Gunderson. Maggie stood. "We have, your honor." The bailiff took the folded piece of paper from her hand and walked it to the judge. He opened it. He looked at the jury, and then back at the paper. "Was this unanimous?" he asked. "Yes, sir," said Maggie. Gunderson handed the paper back to the bailiff, who returned it to Maggie. "The defendant will stand," intoned the judge. Lacey and McDill stood. Lacey looked like she might fall...

Fortress of MemoryChapter 3

#4 scaled the tall tree across the road from the facility in the dark, overcast night. The rain slick branches didn't hinder the lithe and graceful yet deadly figure as #4 eeled upwards to the concealed camera that peered down at the innocuous seeming gates. #4 changed the memory for the smart-camera, which sampled changes, and only recorded when there was something interesting to see, conserving memory, and from the signal intelligence capture device, which monitored all electronic signals...

Fortress of MemoryAfterwords

I took my charges to a safe place for the night, (a disused motorhome, which I knew where the key was hidden) and we ate our meal, drank our water, used the toilet- "Don't flush it, we will just rinse it down with a little water when everyone is done" I told them. and then it was time to change into the sweats and get ready for bed. I was embarassed, because living all together in Section 20 had removed any vestige of modesty. I tried not to stare at the brief flashes of pale skin or dark...

The Dildo That Erased Claire Bonneville s MemoryChapter 5

For all that her memory had huge gaps in it, Claire and John settled back into a lifestyle remarkably like that before the accident. It was easy for John to avoid further confrontation (or working on the problem) by simply going back to his TV shows. Claire didn't remember what she had done with her free time before the accident so, if she wasn't sleeping, she wandered around the house, trying to learn more about "herself." That might sound fruitless. If you look around your own house,...

For Want of a MemoryChapter 17

"What was that all about?" asked Kris, when Lou Anne had left. "What was what all about?" asked Mitch, looking over his shoulder at Lou Anne. "One minute you're all balls and testosterone and the next minute you're as meek as a lamb." "I know how she can get when she's pissed off," said Mitch. "You should have figured that out by now, too, as much time as you're spending around her." "And how much time is that?" asked Kris. "You ARE following me ... aren't you." "I'm...

In Her Memory

In Her Memory Waking to the quiet sounds of a sleeping household, the refrigerator humming to itself in the pre-dawn stillness he rises groggily to pee, absently pondering this mis-feature in human design, the eight-hour sleep cycle coupled with a seven-hour water tank. It is nearly time to rise and start the day and his mind wanders back to the empty spot where his wife had lain until she disappeared nine or so months ago; half hoping her body will eventually turn up in a ditch somewhere so...

My Vivid Memory of Sex with a Shemale Free Sex Stories and Adult Erotica Stories

I am a lonely man in his forties. I love to travel, dine and explore new places by myself. But I often wish for a partner. I got divorced early, so the little chance of being with someone was also ruined in my memory. So, each morning I would go to work, do my mundane bank job and visit my nearest LGBT bar. I am sharing my memory of sex with a Shemale and how I found pleasure in it. I am not gay or have any element of pride in me but what really fascinates me is Shemales. I believe they have...

Memory Lane

Memory laneI have found myself wandering down memory lane of late. Waking up slowly, thinking of past sexual encounters, my fingers sliding between my slick folds, bringing myself to orgasms at the delicious thoughts. Four memories from 20 years ago, up until 20 days ago.. My first experience with group sex (after only ever sleeping with one man before), meeting a guy at a club, drunk and grinding on the dance floor in a tight short skirt, feeling his considerable cock through his pants. Him...

Memory Worth Million Bucks

Memory Worth Million BucksBy: Londebaaz ChohanDoctor Cohen was an otolaryngologist. What a fucking specialty. Let me repeat, Dr. Cohen was a nose, throat and ear specialist. It is not necessary, how we came to know each other. He was half Iranian, half Russian Jew and had a roaring practice. I lived about 20—25 minutes away from him. Our first understanding was that if I wanted to get together with him for a fun and gay games packed evening with Ira, I had to call him in advance, get to his...

Everything is in the memory stick

I was thinking about a previous experience, last time when I had to use the subway during the rush hour, some months ago. Someone had fucked me real good in the middle of the crowded train car…That afternoon I decided to get another chance to enjoy something like that pleasant adventure. This time I was wearing high stiletto heels, a loose short skirt and a blouse that left little to the imagination.I got inside the train and reached for a pole to hold on to. The car was not very crowded yet...

A hot beach memory from my youth

As much as I enjoy a great and varied sex life at my current stage in life, I remember with a longing the near magical sensations that my sexual awakening gave me in my teens when the world was full of new adventures. One of my favorite memories takes me back to when I was 17 and went on a school trip to a foreign place with a hot climate and a more liberal attitude towards public nudity. Even though this happened a while back now, I still get hard thinking about it and it introduced me to the...

An Awesome Memory With Colleague

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my favourite memory pt 3

I've written a couple of memories about favourite sexual experiences and I keep meaning to get to the one memory that is my guarantee to have me shooting my load but I've got sidetracked a couple of times. The experiences all took place some time ago when I was younger, slimmer and had better contact with young and horny people. I was also into partying a lot and earned decent money to finance this. I had a small flat near to the big factory I worked in and it became a regular venue for mates...

My favourite memory Pt2

In part one I told you about an early experience of with a housemate that led on to a memory of mine that can get me off at any time when I need a quick wank. In the story I mentioned an earlier event in which we'd both been involved.We were still living in our hometown in Southern England and having a ball. Lots of dope and beer and late nights. I had a room in a large house with a group of mates, Sean and Al being two of them. One evening we were at home smoking a few jays etc when Dave...

A Special Memory

A Special Memory By Milik the RedLife has its ups and downs and I have of late been in a period of change and reflection. Among those changes have been thoughts and emotions that have kept me away from writing for some time, but as with all passions my desire to write has rekindled within my heart and I find myself looking to my own past for the spark of inspiration.I find myself looking back some thirty years to the days of my youth. Days filled with the nervous insecurities that a boy in his...

Just A Sweet Memory

Just A Sweet MemoryBy: Londebaaz Chohan Bob looked up to see the same small, rounded and beautiful face, embedded hazel eyes and dark ebony hair.“Hi Bob. Welcome to my shop”, she said. Bob also recognized Jill Fletcher, his first love, his girl, his class mate in Dental College and they had also worked on some projects together. Unluckily, they had not seen much of each other outside the class or expressed their feelings to each other. Now after long five years of military duty, Bob had learnt...

Ram Goes Down Memory Lane With His Jaanu

This is a series on the life of Ram (Ramachandran) and the love of his life Jaanu (Jaanaki). Ever from their first time innocent sexual experience until the kinkiest experiences they had together will be intimately showcased in this series. In this episode, the flashback of Ram and Jaanu is portrayed. The now middle-aged Ram is going down memory lane as he reminisces about his sexual encounters with his childhood crush Jaanu, their first making out session, and their lovely innocent oral sex...

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 11

He took her to Santini's. On the way, he told her a car had sideswiped hers, and that she hadn't been injured. While she was trying to help others involved in the accident, an explosion had occurred. He left it simple. "Explosion," she said, her voice far away. "I remember light ... all over ... I was submerged in light." "What else do you remember?" he asked, his voice guarded. "Just that. When you said explosion, it just came to me." When they walked into Santini's, Donna met...

For Want of a MemoryChapter 31

Kris knew it was going to be Lola before he even opened the door. It was always Lola. He still hadn't given her a key. He'd told her it was because he only had one and hadn't had time to have another one made. "I need your credit card," she said, smiling widely. "Why?" he asked. "The rings are ready," she said. It was the last straw. It got ugly very quickly, as he said there would be no rings and no wedding, no credit card, and no key to his apartment. He thought she might...

The Dildo That Erased Claire Bonneville s MemoryChapter 4

The fact that Cindy felt like a best friend was obvious. She knew very intimate details about Claire's life. And, when they got home, Cindy knew where everything was inside. Of course she'd recently been in the house, getting Claire some clothes, which meant she had a key. Her purse, watch and shoes were the only things that had been salvaged after the accident. The house didn't look like she made tons of money. Obviously, her husband worked too, but they lived pretty close to the bone,...

For Want of a MemoryChapter 22

Harper stared at the sheet of paper the postal employee had handed him. It was like that sometimes. You tried one thing, then another, and just when you were sure it wasn't going to pan out, you got the piece of information you were looking for. The forwarding address was for someplace called Pembroke, Connecticut. The landlord hadn't known where he'd gone. There had been an old credit card statement on Farmingham's desk, which had his account number on it, but the credit card company...

Christmas Memory

I awoke because my nose was cold. Beneath the covers, I was nicely warm, but my face and especially my nose had become cold. That caused my eyes to snap open. If I was cold, it was because the furnace was no longer working, and if the furnace was no longer working, then it had happened, and when my eyes opened, I saw that it had indeed happened: I had lost electricity. It was not unexpected. A blizzard of this magnitude had not struck the region in some fifty years, well before I was even...

A Dusty Memory

Cloud looked across the attic, spotting the cardboard box she had been looking for. A sad smile formed on her face and without hesitation, she kneeled next to it, unafraid of the memories she knew it would kick up. With trembling hands, she opened the box like it was a rare treasure. To Cloud, it was just that. This box held her past. The past that she both loved and hated at the same time. After searching through the box for some time, she carefully lifted out an old picture. Gingerly wiping...

A forgotten memory

I recently wrote about my first cocksucking experience but the act of writing it down triggered a memory I had suppressed for a long time, I did have one previous encounter….. This was actually my first time sucking a cock…… I was a young student just 18. I was living in shared rooms. There were 4 of us. 2 guys I got on with pretty well, the other Andy, was a bit weird. He was a pain to be around, always making inappropriate comments talking about sex, often strutting around naked and making...

In Memory Of 1

The room behind her is sparse, but functional. A hotel room bought for this one night only, well away from anywhere anyone from her previous life would know to find her. She is alone in the frame, just her and an empty bed fitted with a pristine white bedspread. Her bedspread was chosen for contrast and, once folded up and taken away, nothing here will remain of her. Moving her breasts closer to the camera, she squeezes them together and fills the entire view. A slight amount of sweat...

Chapter Two Revised Edition A Day at work at the Drive In from Memory From Years ago

A Day at work at the Drive-In from Memory From Years ago (c) Copyrighted No copying without my permission Thank You I started walking away from their car going back to work at the concession stand . thinking of what I just witnessed I started I was mumbling to myself I wished I had her alone for myself . I sure would have loved fucked her good and hard . I arrived back at the concession stand and began getting ready for business that evening . A little while Later the rest of...

Debt and its high price part 3 A walk down memory lane

"You and I have a few things to discuss, but for now I'm tired and need my rest. I'll see you in the morning." He walked to the stairs and paused for a minute. "And Jerry," He waited till Jerry looked his way. "You should have thought about the consequences before you made that mistake." ---------- Jerry was taken to a room on the other end of Kalona's massive dungeon. Unlike Kali's room Jerry had nothing but a bare matress in a rather cramped room. His escort...

Down Memory Lane

Having been married for nearly 8 years Helen and James were wondering what to do to celebrate to Valentines Day this year. Helen decided to take matters into her own hands and organise a trip down memory lane by recreating a Valentines experience from their youth when they were both love struck teenagers. Helen told James that she would sort out the evenings entertainment but that he would need to drive but she was sure that it would be worth his while. James agreed, the sexy smile on his...

Creating a Memory

*See ‘Preparing for my fantasy’ for the beginning of this story* * It takes twenty minutes to rouse you from your sleep. Gentle prodding, whispers. Part of me wants to give up because I am afraid, part of me stifles giggles. I send you a text ‘wake up’ and a wink. When I don’t hear your phone, I sneak it out of your pocket and place it next to your head. I send a few pictures of what is waiting for you…..me. Each time I try to wake you, I race back to the bed. I am nervous and excited when I...

A Memory of Red

I can’t tell you, as another could, if her eyes danced with pleasure, or even what color they were. But I can tell you how long her legs were, and how soft and supple her curves felt under my hands. I can tell you how cool and silky her long hair was, and about the sweet murmurs of delight she uttered when we touched. And I could go on and on about her delicious scent- a heady mix of vanilla and lavender over the fresh aroma of soap-scrubbed skin. Everything about her left a permanent imprint...

Oh what a Memory

This is the writing of a memory that in my life will always cherish. The event is true, though the names have been changed to protect anonymity. My day started as usual, getting up at the break of dawn clad only in a pair of loose fitting and putting coffee on sitting down at the computer listening to the familiar whirring as it booted. Waiting for the coffee to finish I logged on to my favorite news sight, all the while thinking about what the day held as well as the way last night...

A memory to keep the cold away

As I sit here staring out into the winter wonderland, the cold is seeping through the window into my skin. I recollect a sexual encounter during the last summer. His head glistening in the sun as my lips capture his cock. The taste of pre cum tantalizes my tongue. His moans fill my head as I twirl my tongue around his circumcised head, kissing down his shaft as my lips capture his balls. The hot sun pouring its lovely summer rays down to my body, while we are in our secluded area within the...

Pieces of a Memory 1

He was walking up the stairs of a subway when he heard clicking of heels. He looked up and saw a woman appearing on the top landing. Nicely curved silhouette, outlined against the setting sun. Her face was barely visible due to the bright light, but he made out her chubby cheeks. She started down the stairs, her ponytail swaying back and forth. The subway was deserted and the only thing disturbing the silence was the clicking of her heels. He hesitated, stopped, then looked at his watch. A...

A Special Memory

A Special Memory By Milik the Red Life has its ups and downs and I have of late been in a period of change and reflection. Among those changes have been thoughts and emotions that have kept me away from writing for some time, but as with all passions my desire to write has rekindled within my heart and I find myself looking to my own past for the spark of inspiration. I find myself looking back some thirty years to the days of my youth. Days filled with the nervous insecurities that a boy in...

A New Favorite Memory

I always remember the first no matter how many times I get to watch. Every time I see her fucking I remember seeing that first cock push her lips apart, hearing her initial cries as it slipped inside her horny cunt. Seeing how wet she was, seeing her juices coating his entire shaft. Remembering how she had sucked him first, looking at me as she took his cock in her mouth, stroking the wet shaft while she sucked his balls. How she lay down for him, pulled him on top of her. Seeing her legs...

From my memory

I lay in my bed, propped up with precisely3 pillows behind my head and back. The time was ticking between day and night as I sat and watched several different movies. The time has passed slowly, and yet you are still not here. I unconsciously watch the USA and Canada hockey game, knowing where you are you are watching it as well. That’s the closest I can get to you. I have not felt your touch in months, your kisses are faintly remembered, your touch is unfamiliar, and I long for you to come...

The Memory Editor

"All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. In the event that they are canonically underage, their appearance here is in an AU in which they are of age." The Memory Editor allows you to do exactly what it sounds like. Edit the memories of others. Made by a drunk higher power on a bet, the device has fallen into mortal hands in recent years. Choose where the device lands and who gets to wield its powers.

Annie Says Maybe Ch 3 A Shopping Trip Down Memory Lane

Wednesday Morning: Four Days After the Anniversary.Annie worked the bullet against her clit, starting to push uncomfortably hard into her folds to get a little more buzz from it. It didn't help that her left hand wasn't quite as dexterous as her right, or that she been frigging her ever needier pussy every day since a hard go on Saturday with Sam.She'd even stunned herself on Sunday when she slipped two fingers deep inside herself while getting off in the shower after everyone was in...

Memory

Last February, an external accounting team came to perform reviews within my company. A selected group of persons were chosen for the interview, I was one of the chosen ones to be interviewed. I began to suspect that the audits were just a cover-up. Working in the company's logistics I had nothing to do with corporate finances. I turned up for the audit, where I was welcomed by a team of four people. The interview went smoothly. They asked me innocent questions about life and work at the...

Memory Lane

Lying in bed last night I could not help but think back on the females I have past by; so many women, who for good reasons, bad reasons, and often no reason at all, with whom I never had any sort of relationship. I got to thinking: what would it have been like, if only I had said X? Or if I had done Y? Or if she had been Z? What would have happened if I had thrown caution and concern to the side? Primarily, these thoughts were of the carnal variety. Would she have touched this or even that,...

A Beautiful Memory

Something happened today, which brought back memories of my first sexual experience. Even today, that memory is one clear and sweet in my mind. I was only sixteen years old and had been brought up in a small west Texas town. The hormones that affect every young man about that age had me sneaking off every chance I got to look at an old Penthouse magazine that I had hidden in the garage. I had found the magazine in the alley that ran behind the houses on our street. It was a time before the...

A Crystalline Memory

Jesse was alone in the motel room. On a road trip into the past, along old Route 66. Sitting and thinking back on the time when he had lived just a few miles from this very town. On this Friday evening he was studying nostalgia. He'd been only nine years old. And his world had shattered and then been put back together as something completely different. It wasn't his fault, but he had paid the cost. He still remembered the sense of loss and pain as he sat here in the room, listening to, but not...

Just another random memory of my sexual life hig

Just feel like doing another post. I have so many experiences Id like to talk about. Not nessisarily for you to read, but I enjoy remembering them and I wont lie, I playh with my cock whilst typing - as if Im reliving the memory of it. (Thats the reason theres so many typos in my posts! lol)So, Ive always thought I had a l healthy, maybe slightly higher than normal sex drive. But over the years Ive had numerous people say that its off the chart at times. In retrospect, I think they maybe right!...

1 Great Memory

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Memory of a friend

Memory of a friend with a dog aunt true story -1Once when in my early twenties I had some “domestic” problems with my partner, David.I walked out and went to spend summer with my Aunt on a smallholding in a remote part of South Wales. Meg was a widow aged around forty living on her own ever since my Uncle Dylan had been killed in a mine accident ten years earlier. I think the Miners Union obtained a decent compensation amount for her, she now seemed quite well off and she and Dylan having had...

Memory Lane

Jane was on her way. She was going to miss John's visit this week, but was anticipating their nightly calls. No one ever made her feel so full, so complete. So loved, so needed. She had made sure to leave him a special something on his pillow before leaving. Waiting for him to get off work, return home to find it, and call her. Looking at the clock, she smiled. "Very soon now", she whispered to herself as she cruised along the interstate. Her mind began to drift, still focusing on the highway,...

The Memory of Leila

I could never confront myself with my sexuality; I was always debating if I was straight or not. My parents would kill me if I so much as looked at a girl the wrong way, but males never felt right. I finally had the chance to figure things out when I met Leila. I was 21 and working as a bartender. The men there would always yell at me, telling me to take off my shirt or to stand up on the bar. I would always refuse, but that didn't stop some unlawful squeezing of my rump. I hated it. It was a...

WHAT A MEMORY

WHAT A MEMORYBy: Londebaaz ChohanLangdon; although very old and very sick, remembers and tells this to all his buddies like he won the gold medal in Aeronautical Science and that too when he was hardly 18 and had not even studied a word about this science. He admits of having no girlfriend then and being a freelancer providing the services of his cock to all needy cunts and young asses alike; just to get the relieve for his sexual tensions and truly wanting to be a known as a bull for all needy...

Teen Age Memory

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Sarah s Feet A Fond Memory

I found this pic a while back and it reminded me of a great true account, and a fond memory from my past. The girl in this pic looks almost EXACTLY like the girl who pretty much made my foot fetish official when I was about 15 and she was 14. I thought I'd share the story in a casual way (and I'll try to keep it short and sweet if I can) for you foot lovers who may enjoy the sentiment. So without further ado.. I think I was in about the 7th grade when I started noticing girls' feet and feeling...

One last memory

It had been almost 5 years since the last time we saw each other. Jenn hadn't changed much. She is what most consider a little on the bigger side but she it very good looking Mexican woman. Beautiful shoulder length brown hair and piercing green eyes on top of the large boobs and round butt that comes with a big beautiful women. Dressed in a tight black dress and with what must of been her husband in tow she made her way across room and sat next to me at the bar. The 3 of us exchanged awkward...

Burned In My Memory

Alec and Amy had known each other in high school. They had both gone to college and moved on to adult lives. What Alec didn’t know was that Amy had fallen madly in love with him in high school and had never recovered from it. She was a year behind him and had not developed physically, while he was a stud upperclassman on his way to college and success. As their lives went in different directions, she kept up with his every move, hoping that someday she would connect with him again. That...

Summertime Memory

Lil’ s*s (Anna) and I where laying around nude by the pool in the relax center of my home, and, as the year was coming to an end, sharing some memories. Anna left her man this past March and started hanging around hubby and me a lot more, which has been nice for the both of us. Anyway, we both agreed that one of the best memories of the years was from the summer.We live a short drive from the ocean where the beaches having rolling sand dunes. One day in July hubby, Anna and I went to beach...

Down The Memory Lane 8211 Part 1 2 3

Part 1 Life is mostly pleasurable and optimally enjoyable during the period we are actively engaged in acts of sex.. All experiments, experiences and explorations must be relished in sex activities..Spoiling time during this enchanting period of life is lost for ever..Do all that you want to the extent possible may you be a boy or a girl..In fact all over the world the act of sex prevails every moment of the day between males,between females and between male & female..The enthralling semen...

Courtney Who Needs Pictures with a Memory Like Mine

You may want to read about my first date with Courtney but it certainly isn't required reading. Courtney and I dated for only 3 or 4 months. It turned out that since we didn’t really have that much in common and came from completely different backgrounds that we weren’t as compatible as I had hoped. Don’t get me wrong, when we were between the sheets, life couldn’t get any better. Once we had out clothes on, we had little in common and it was like the pink elephant in the room. At least it was...

A memory to keep the cold away

As I sit here staring out into the winter wonderland, the cold is seeping through the window into my skin. I recollect a sexual encounter during the last summer. His head glistening in the sun as my lips capture his cock. The taste of pre cum tantalizes my tongue. His moans fill my head as I twirl my tongue around his circumcised head, kissing down his shaft as my lips capture his balls. The hot sun pouring its lovely summer rays down to my body, while we are in our secluded area within the...

If Your Memory Serves You Well

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A Lovely Memory With A BBW In Bangalore

Hey guys, this is Pavan.. As always happy going and ever energetic guy working in Bangalore with a reputed MNC. Thanks for the feedback for my previous 2 stories. This time I’m gonna narrate a different experience I had with a bbw whom I met through a social networking site. She was not too sexy and not too beautiful but her heart and the romantic nature bowled me out.. She was super hot and horny in the bed which led to a wonderful sex between us. Coming to the story.. 2 years back I was just...

Memory

Memory By Angel Hailee "Wake up." "Huh? Who said that? Its so bright... can't see." "Don't worry, just wake up." "Um... okay..." "You can leave your eyes closed for now... just wake up." "Okay... I'm up... I think." "Yes, you are. Can you open your eyes?" "I think so... yeah... its okay... can't see too well... everything's blurry." "Maybe you need glasses." "But I've never had them before." "People's eyes change." "True." "Do you remember your...

Patchwork People V The Diner on Memory Lane

V. The diner on memory lane. The last time Marcia had spoken to anyone in her family it was to her brother Matt. That would be winter five years ago. They met in a 24-hour diner by the side of a highway in Metuchen, New Jersey. Pointedly, it was a restaurant Matt had never visited and no doubt never intended to visit again. Through a series of emails and two brief phone calls, she had explained the general situation and Matt's reaction had grudgingly advanced from "this has got to be...

A Trip Down Memory Lane Growing Up Girly My TG Story

A Trip Down Memory Lane ... Growing Up Girly...My TG Story (Pick a title) By Maddie Miller This story is the story of the summer when I was 10 years old.. It will go fast in some parts and other parts will be more detailed.. The only thing that are not true are the names. Although Maddie is my real first name, the name I've used for many years anyway. Also I use a lot of brand names. I do that for two reasons, one because I sort of relive things as I'm telling the story and...

Pieces of a Memory 1

He was walking up the stairs of a subway when he heard clicking of heels. He looked up and saw a woman appearing on the top landing. Nicely curved silhouette, outlined against the setting sun. Her face was barely visible due to the bright light, but he made out her chubby cheeks. She started down the stairs, her ponytail swaying back and forth. The subway was deserted and the only thing disturbing the silence was the clicking of her heels. He hesitated, stopped, then looked at his watch. A...

A Trip To The Memory Lane

My friend from Boyhood, live and work in a suburb of Toronto, Canada. We are like twin brothers. Even though we follow different religion. He is a big executive of a internationally based company. We talk to each other almost every week. In the meantime, I had to do a fellowship course, in the University of Illinois, USA, Springfield campus. In a summer holiday, he came to visit me with his family and insisted me to go to Canada with him. He said, he had a big surprise and gift for me. He did...

Everlasting memory

Life is all about memories. You never know when a small incident can turn up into a memorable time and long lasting memory in your life. Well, I am Anand; I am working in Bangalore now in an IT industry. About myself, I am a very average looking guy. The incident I am going to share with you is of about 13 years back when I was a student studying in a college. I used to travel by train to reach my college everyday which is 60 Km away from my home town. Very first day in my class, I saw a very...

Oh what a Memory

This is the writing of a memory that in my life will always cherish. The event is true, though the names have been changed to protect anonymity. My day started as usual, getting up at the break of dawn clad only in a pair of loose fitting and putting coffee on sitting down at the computer listening to the familiar whirring as it booted. Waiting for the coffee to finish I logged on to my favorite news sight, all the while thinking about what the day held as well as the way last...

What Happens In Vegas Stays Burned In My Memory

--------------------------------------------- She came through the revolving door as if she were gliding on air. She had an elegance that belied her age ... just 24 ... and her smooth stride somehow masked the fact that she was 6-foot 2-inches in her heels. A few steps in, she stopped. She told me she was a model but people lie so often I didn't expect the claim to be true. But she most certainly was runway material. Her leather-clad legs were miles long. Her hips, while slender, tapered...

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