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Memories

Keith, a 35-year-old man woke up. But he couldn't see anything. He couldn't hear or even move. He sensed he was sitting up. But that was all he could tell about himself. He thought back to what he had last remembered and it was all very typical. The last thing he remembered was going to sleep in his own bed. Then when he woke up he was here. It was a total blank. He started to struggle against his restraints. Suddenly he was outside. He was with the hottest guy at school,...

Memories of a Past

This story is dedicated to someone who will always have a special place in my heart I noticed it was already 8 PM and the summer sun had started its descent into the city skyline, the sun reflected off the buildings, creating a prism like effect. My plan was to end the day in Little Italy and have a quite dinner at a little sidewalk cafe. The stifling heat of the day released itself from the buildings and streets, most of the locals took cover, but the humid mist searched out unsuspecting...

Memories From Moving Out

The sweat glistened off his face as once again another heavy box was carted from the small, two bed room third floor apartment that he lived in. Every single cussword known to mankind came to mind as Trey wobbled from left to right down the stairs with a box filled with what he had ‘lovingly’ deemed with the rest of the boxes marked in black pen: ‘God Only Knows’. Moving from apartment to apartment was suppose to be easy. Not back-breaking! Yet, as usual, Trey had waited till the week before...

MEMORIES 11 Lisa Love 0 1

MEMORIES started as a sexy series of memories from my readers in letters to me as their editorMEMORIES #8 is the first of a series of my memories of my female friends from this siteMEMORIES #9 is the first about Lisa and tells about our most recent talks of love and longingMEMORIES #11 is meant to look back at how we got started in writing each others a lot at timesThis episode does not contain any 'dirty details', nor hot horny tasty teen sex scenes or so!This first part in my looking back in...

Memories are Made of These

Memories are made of these I was having a boring day off, so I decided to go to the mall for a bit. Nearing 40, and a single guy, you would think that I would be out looking for a good time, but for a number of reasons, I just preferred to stay home and watch movies. So I was headed for my favourite movie store when I spotted a new store called "Memories are made of these." At first glance, I thought it was maybe a nostalgia store, but peeking inside, it was laid out like a video...

Memories of Suburban Sex

Introduction: A long tale – nearly all true Memories of Suburban Sex: Part 1 How it Started: In the 1980s when we were in our early thirties my wife and I moved into a new house, a bungalow on a nice estate in a town south of Manchester. The neighbours were very friendly including across the road C. C was in her late forties a lively attractive bubbly chatty character who was always well presented normally dressed in bright casual clothes that suited her and always gave a friendly hello. She...

Memories of Motherhood

Memories of Motherhood Written by Princess Kay Edited by paradoxicalWitchling Warning: This is erotica, meant only for those 18 or older. Only those who have reached the age of consent in the country where they reside should proceed. If you are not at least eighteen, please exit this page immediately. Content Warning: This story contains a change of identity, with sex as the trigger. Although the change is implied to be temporary, it continues for the remainder of the story. There...

Memories of Suburban Sex

How it Started: In the 1980’s when we were in our early thirties – my wife and I moved into a new house, a bungalow on a nice estate in a town south of Manchester. The neighbours were very friendly including – across the road – C. C was in her late forties – a lively attractive bubbly chatty character – who was always well presented – normally dressed in bright casual clothes that suited her and always gave a friendly hello. She was a slightly larger lady – but her figure went in and...

MEMORIES 1 Amy Anal

MEMORIES is a series of love letters from many female friendsMemories starts from scratch at the beginning of the alphabetMemories #1 is from Amy who remembers well her first ever analMEMORIES #1: IS THERE A DIRTY DOMINANT DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE?PETER plays the dirty daring "doctor", as AMY my role is to be his obedient patient "patient"One summer afternoon during a big thunderstorm, my lover and I decided to explore a mutual fantasy.We had talked about acting out a doctor-patient scenario and had...

Memories Revisited Closing Up Shop

Memories Revisited: Closing Up Shop? By Heather St. Claire Most people like to think they live well-ordered lives, that they are the masters of their destiny, rather than victims of random fate. Try telling that to Alexis and Charles Boyd?not that they would have any idea of what you were talking about. On the surface, they look to be a perfectly ordinary young couple; as far as they know, that's exactly what they are. Two young teachers at the same high school who fell in love...

Memories Can Bring you Home

Shauna stood outside the Bed and Breakfast, looking up and down the main street. She looked for moments frozen in time and tried to capture the memories that she should have. The street looked narrower than in her memories and the buildings smaller. "But that might be the perspective of a child over an adult." She thought.Down south, a row of small shops that seemed to have evaded time brought back a few memories. Turning north, her memory faded unexpectedly, it was like that part of town...

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Memories

Memories A Story By Jack Spratt The roar of the jet's engines is the only thing intruding on my grief. I still can't believe it. Nicci is gone, she and her husband Frank drowned off the Florida coast in a severe tropical storm, they and seventeen other passengers. She and Frank were to enjoy a relaxing two week sailing trip, sort of a second honeymoon, the first time they were away from home alone in years. Nicci is my sister and we were close, very close. She married Frank over fifteen years...

Memories Revisited Teach Your Children Well

Memories Revisited: Teach Your Children Well By Heather St. Claire It was Saturday, and the city was still waking up. Although the stores at the Twin Pines Mall were not yet open, their employees, delivery people, mall walkers and others already had the structure pulsing with life. Inside one of those stores, a clothing shop for plus-sized and tall women, the owner was having tea in her break room with a customer who required special considerations?because he was a man. Eric Madsen...

Memories Of You

I walk over the cool meadow, the dewy blades of grass sliding between my naked toes, the pleasant dampness wetting my soles. You lie in the sun as you always do, patiently waiting for me, gaze fixed to the sky. The grass beside you is soft and warm, the condensed moisture dried from the warm morning sun.I lie down next to you, silent for a while, irrationally hoping I'll hear your voice. Instead, it's the singing of the birds, the humming of the bees and the rustling of the leaves in the wind I...

Memories In Time

It had been some time since she allowed herself to delve into that dark abyss, a place where she stored all her memories. The pain was so real as she secretly tucked each memory, one by one, away for a time when she could deal with them, understand them, cherish them once again. How long had it been? She slowly lost count as the months rolled by. And yet she knew, somehow knew, that one day she would see her beloved again. Questions raced through her mind – how would she act? What would she...

Memories

Introduction: Memories This happened in the summer of 1972. Im writing now because I recently saw a girl on TV whose unusual name and resemblance brought the memories flooding back… She moves with graceful feline elegance. With dusky brown skin, long glossy black hair, come to bed eyes, beautiful lips just made for sucking dick, slim waste and flat stomach and very long, slender legs she is stunning. The way she moves and her beauty combine to craft one of the sexiest looking woman Id ever...

Memories of My Return to Belfast

Occasionally, a story has to be written. This one is mostly true. The incidents really happened much as portrayed. For my loyal readers, this story has been in my head for a number of years waiting for its time. Its time is now. Hopefully you will understand it and the bitter memories I have carried most of my life. * ‘Have you heard from Sean? He was arrested in ’79.’ Jenny shook her head. That was all she could do. So many dead or arrested. Arrested was the same as dead back in those days....

Memories

Memories By Robin Y. I often think back to how I came to be the feminine male I am. There remains a lot of wishful thinking, but wishful thinking never changed anything and I try to use what I remember to gain some understanding of why I am who I am. I don't know if that is possible....I'm sure those memories are tainted with time, but I do believe that they offer some clues to why I chose the paths I have. Why we have the inclination for these choices may never be clear....but...

Memories are made of this

There are key moments in everyone's life that determine their future. They lie in one's memory and emerge when other major events occur and this way they influence forthcoming life. Sometimes they seem negligible and are ignored by others while others that seem to be significant are just a consequences of a series of decisions made years ago. Those are not pleasant or sweet in most cases though they force me to go back and relive them again and again. Thus I can write only 'bout my...

Memories 1

Enter Miss English I was in 1C the teacher was old but I liked her as she had taught my mother, Miss English taught 2A about 30 yrs old beautiful body she was also the gym teacher for the girls, I did gym work at a small gym which my father had taken me to as he was a PTI in the Army and I was quite good with the easy stuff she called on me now and then to show the girls different rolls and the easy box vaults this was August thru to nearly Christmas...

Memories 0

She moves with graceful feline elegance. With dusky brown skin, long glossy black hair, come to bed eyes, beautiful lips just made for sucking dick, slim waste and flat stomach and very long, slender legs she is stunning. The way she moves and her beauty combine to craft one of the sexiest looking woman I’d ever seen and I’d lusted after her for months. I've always been a slim body, pert tits and long limbs man and she ticks all my boxes. But I see four problems, at around sixteen or...

Memories of Halloween Past

The moon had a strange, orange hue to it while the crisp fall breeze was cool and dry. Leaves the color of pumpkins were swept across the cracked sidewalks, creating a rustling sound as they scraped the weathered cement. The sky was dark, almost so dark that instead of black it took on the color of navy blue. The stars did not shine through the cover of clouds, but the moon’s orange glow could still be seen. It seemed to be the perfect evening for a Halloween. One young couple was certainly of...

Memories Aren t Forgotten Ch 02

‘So you think there’s something wrong with Auntie Flo? I was at the house yesterday and she looked okay to me. So what if she when to the church bingo Saturday then the church picnic on Sunday?’ Jessie told Danny and she carefully emptied some flour into the large bowl Chad was mixing furiously. It was late Tuesday afternoon, three days after her fall at the restaurant. She had decided to take everyone’s advice and taken a couple of days off from teaching literature at the local high school....

Memories of a gay boy part2 run devil run

Introduction: New part to Memories of a gay boy! enjoy! Intro: Sometimes temptation gets the best of us all, for some of us it just happens more often. Your not told how to make the right decisions your just thrown into a situation and told to do your best. And when you look back on what you did nothing can fix that little mistake. I felt like my world was crashing around me when those words fell out of his mouth It really sucks Im straight. He said it so casually, like it didnt matter that he...

Memories of Summer

I shivered as I walked on the vacant boardwalk this late November afternoon. The angry waves had much to say as they crashed along the beach, mercilessly taking more sand (and memories) with them. Just a mere four months ago, this beach was my home and sanctuary. It was my own private paradise. I found great enjoyment and even greater pleasure here with the four “s” words, sun, sand, surf and sex. I loved it all, though not equally. The sex part was by far my favorite. I placed my hand on the...

Memories of 78

Memories of '78As an elderly gentleman, I sometimes look back in time. Let me tell you about my zipless fuck, as the term was at the time. I had been in Stockholm, Sweden and were heading back to Uppsala in my red Alfa Romeo late in the evening, whem I spotted a girl walking in the chilly summer night with a skirt, short as the British petrol pump attendants use to wear in 1968. I stopped and asked her if she wanted a ride.She gladly accepted and I drove her to her house somewhere at the coast...

MEMORIES 12 Lisa as hot host 1

MEMORIES became an even better read series when I started to tell about my private recent storiesMost of those MEMORIES will be about Lisa Love, of whom I even remember her coming future with me!'Coming future' in both meanings: firstly she is as hot for me as much she loves me with all her heartShe loves me with body and soul, I love her and being a gentleman and she so hot, she will come often!'Coming future' also covers all events to happen soon, like this small sexy story of her hosting...

MEMORIES 10 Subby Solagge 1

First seven sexy MEMORIES were letters from readers ranging from soft stuff to tough treatsAll were very well read - between 4.000 and 7.000 times, and got lots of likes and commentsLast three are my private MEMORIES of friends from here visiting me in old AmsterdamThese last one are extremely well read: between 6.000 and 10.000 at the moment I writeLike this one of sexy Solagge, which started out as a fantasy fuck of old friendsA sexy story aiming at getting her wet and hot, rubbing off as she...

Memories of my first Milf

Sometimes you bump into people you have not seen for a while and all kinds of memories come flooding back. Such was the case the other night. I saw a guy I had not seen for over 20 years who used to live next door to me. It reminded me of a spring afternoon just a couple weeks after I turned 18. I hope you enjoy my memories as much as I do!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I ran into Eddie Schantz from my old home town this weekend and it reminded me of the first real sex I ever had...

Memories of Summer

I shivered as I walked on the vacant boardwalk this late November afternoon. The angry waves had much to say as they crashed along the beach, mercilessly taking more sand (and memories) with them. Just a mere four months ago, this beach was my home and sanctuary. It was my own private paradise. I found great enjoyment and even greater pleasure here with the four “s” words; sun, sand, surf and sex. I loved it all, though not equally. The sex part was by far my favorite. I placed my hand on the...

Memories Revisited A Scrapbooking Store

Memories Revisited: A Scrapbooking Store By Heather St. Claire Diane McMasters took off her scarf and coat and hung them up in the stockroom of her new scrapbooking store, Memories Revisited. It was a crisp, bright early November day. Diane loved the holidays; she was already looking forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas: the decorations, the gifts, the time with family, and most important of all, the opportunity to give thanks. Just a few weeks earlier, Diane had purchased the...

Memories Revisited Fixing God s Mistake

Memories Revisited: Fixing God's Mistake By Heather St. Claire Diane McMasters poured another cup of coffee for herself and her husband David. The morning sun was streaming into their kitchen and glistened from the stainless steel appliances. The kitchen was big, modern and filled with light?every woman's dream. Diane had particular appreciation for it because David had built it with his own hands. His success as a building contractor had made it possible for their family to enjoy...

Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY by Long Tall Mary A 50 year old dominatrix reminisces on her long career in Central New Yorkand describes some of her more memorable encounters. CODES: M/F, F/F, nc, heavy, job My name is Mary and I just turned 50 years old this past week. I'm a 6 footweight proportionate, blue eyed blond and known in the business as "Long TallMary". For nearly 15 years I've been active as a career life style dominatrixin the Syracuse area and am the best in the business as well as...

Memories The Beginning

Memories- Beginnings This is not so much a story but more a collection of memories of my life. I write this for a variety of reasons. First, like everyone else, I want to be remembered in the future. So, this will be my legacy. Second, because I want to help others, it is my hope this will encourage those of you who are facing challenges as you progress along your journey into womanhood. Remember, the path to womanhood is not always easy. And lastly, I hope to inspire those who are...

Memories of Joseph

Christine couldn't believe her eyes when she caught her 17-year-old son and her 15-year-old daughter kissing in the living room. She'd gotten off work early that day and it was raining outside as it usually was in Seattle. She ran inside the house hearing music blaring loudly from the living room stereo and she almost choked when she saw her children kissing so passionately on the couch. She didn't say anything at first. She just stood there watching them kissing and whispering sweet things...

Memories Of Joseph

Note : This story is completely fictional! Christine couldn't believe her eyes when she caught her 17-year-old son and her 16-year-old daughter kissing in the living room. She'd gotten off work early that day and it was raining outside as it usually was in Seattle. She ran inside the house hearing music blaring loudly from the living room stereo and she almost choked when she saw her children kissing so passionately on the couch. She didn't say anything at first. She just stood there watching...

Memories

The Personalia noticed that they were becoming uncomfortable. They put this down to Governor Bob Kempe of the planet Rehome, and his enthusiastic support of their race. He kept telling everyone he met how kind and helpful the Personalia were. He made them out to be the ideal race to be partnered with - friends to be admired and praised; a defence force without parallel; a source of technical and financial wizardry; the perfect complement to human ingenuity and pushiness. That upsetting...

Memories

Kevin Reilly unlocked his front door, kicked off his shoes and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. He had just taken his wife Keri to the airport where she was going to be catching the 8 a.m. commuter flight to the state capital. It was her biweekly three day trip to perform secretarial duties for her boss, Bradley Knox III, or as Kevin always referred to him, Trey. Every time he used that nickname for her boss's pretentious official name Keri would remind him that her boss hated it....

Memories of Flight 109

Peggy Oxenberg paid no attention to the wide-open spaces far below California Air Express' Las Vegas Shuttle as it made a wide banking turn that gave the passengers on her side of the aircraft a breathtaking view. With almost as many hours in the air as the pilot at the controls, the former flight attendant had seen it too many times before to be impressed. Instead, the forty-six year old vice-president of in-flight operations concentrated on the paperwork she had brought with her to wrap up...

Memories of A Gay Boy part 3 Vanilla

Introduction: Memories of a gay boy part 3! wait for the last part! Intro: In the dark hours of the night, Tokyo screams with noise. Never silent, never peaceful, and never finished. aishite mo ii kai? yureru yoru ni aragamama de ii yo matto fukaku kurushii kurai ni nareta kuchibiru ga tokeau hodoni boku wa…kimi no…vanilla rang through the house. The sound of Gackt: Vanilla sang its tempting melody in the hotel room. Translation is Would it be ok to love, too, in this trembling night? Just like...

MEMORIES 8 Master bate for me

The majority of uploaders are non-native speakers of English and most misspell "masturbate""Masterbate" implies 'bating' on orders of a Master, which invokes my MEMORIES of three slavesMaty is my female friend in Uruguay - a lovely looking lady with a topjob handling airtrafficMaty loves to pretend she is my slave but not very good at it, showing thus indirect disrespectMaty informed me in the beginning about her two teen slave girls, both so hot and eager to learnMaty offered them both to me...

Memories

I do not pretend to be a writer, but I just thought I`d scribble down some memories. This is`nt fiction, just a small part of my personal history.Some things happened in the dark ages, othersnot so long ago, but everyone of them is etched in my memory and I can still remember it like it happened yesterday. [/First Timesb]My first real open mouth kiss was when I was about f******n and not being real sex, I don`t suppose it is against the law to state that age here.We were...

Memories Pt 2

As I slowly caressed Angela’s ass, the memory that almost made this impossible came flooding back!The simple act of running a finger up and down her ass conjured up memories of the exact same thing only with Elena and not Angela.We worked together more since that night at her party. I later discovered that Elena was now in charge of scheduling and that was the reason we had so many closing shifts together.After the night of the party, she would walk past me, smile, and say, WOW. That became our...

MemoriesChapter 5

Over the course of the next couple of days, Candy and I moved back into the house we grew up in, although now we were sharing a room. There wasn’t quite enough space for us to put our stuff in. I had to move into the room the dresser from the second bedroom. We each had a dresser now and we shared the closet. It wasn’t full, meaning I needed to take her shopping, sooner or later. We also shared the queen bed, as Mom asked us to turn on some music when we wanted to ‘Put Seabiscuit on the...

MemoriesChapter 6

I took off the next week from painting. Pat came by to give me my check from the showing. He stopped to talk to Mom – they started up like the old friends whom they were. Candy and I left them alone. Candy told me to not tell Mom about what she felt about Pat. I took Candy on a vacation, after getting Mom’s assurance it was OK for us to go and leave her by herself for a while. We went to Alaska first, a place I always wanted to experience. We traveled together, as if we were a married...

Memories of Lillian

He sat in the chair at the foot bed, his eyes focused on the young man’s hefty penis as it pounded in and out of her. The young man’s buttocks tightened as his seed gushed into her; the man in the chair watched and lazily stroked his erection. He bid farewell to the young man as he left the hotel room and watched as he disappeared into the elevator. Closing the door he heard that she was already running the bath and his erection twitched with excitement. He enjoyed these hotel evenings most of...

Memories of a Mortician Mortuary Montage

Age: 21 Cause of Death: Asphyxiation due to suffocation Other Injuries: Nil Time between death and delivery to mortician: 12 hrs Notes: A night out at the club turned tragic for a pretty young woman when a stampede resulted in her being suffocated to death. Luckily, her sweet body remained unscathed when she was delivered to the mortician. All dressed to party Crushed by people, air deprived Your hot body, limp (All the costumes featured in this story have been featured in past...

Memories of A Mortician Part 1

I have been interested in dead bodies since I was very young. I have no idea how it started but I enjoy the sight of beautiful dead female corpses. I believe I am what doctors call a necrophiliac though I never had the chance to get near any dead bodies until I was 20. That was when I applied for a job as a mortician in a mortuary near town. It’s been 25 years since I started work as a mortician and I think it’s time I start penning down my memoirs before I forget the details. Or I die myself....

Memories of a Chance Encounter

They called my seat assignment so I got in line and we slowly marched to the ticket agent and then down the jet way to board the plane. It was just me, no one else. It has been just me since my bride of 42 years passed away two years ago right after we moved down here to Florida. We had bought a house in a retirement neighborhood so after she passed I decided to stay. The weather’s great and the golfing is sensational with good, understanding friends to keep me entertained, so it’s okay I...

memories the end

I was now seventy six yrs old way past it I hardly ever get a hard on maybe a piss proud in the morning my cock had shrunk I was still about 3 ins soft about 5to 6 ins hard it really started to go down just after I was 72 then it was about seven ins long and still got hard but not too often as iv already told you I have been married and divorced twice already and one died I wasn’t living with her might sound a bit cruel as it saved me money for the divorce as I never ever contested either...

Memories of a gay boy part2 run devil run

Sometimes temptation get's the best of us all, for some of us it just happens more often. Your not told how to make the right decisions your just thrown into a situation and told to do your best. And when you look back on what you did nothing can fix that little mistake. I felt like my world was crashing around me when those words fell out of his mouth " It really sucks I'm straight". He said it so casually, like it didn't matter that he lied. But technically he didn't lie, he never...

Memories In Three Quarter Time

Freshly showered and dressed for work, I was just finishing my last cup of coffee when the doorbell ran. It had to be someone selling something because everyone knows that I leave promptly at eight-thirty five. Prepared to drive the person away, I opened the door to find two uniformed policemen standing there looking quite serious. It was obvious that they weren’t there to deliver any good news. When they asked if I was Mrs. Graham, I felt a few moments of relief. ‘I’m sorry,’ I replied, ‘but...

Memories Of An Adventurous Young Man

Part One: COLLEGERaymond Englehard, I remember him from college. He was known as Ray back then, but now they call him Senator Engelhard. Ray came to mind recently when he appeared on the #Me Too most wanted list. Of course, that put him on the media's persecution roster, making him the leading story on news telecasts and the Internet.In a twist of good fortune, the reporters have been so captivated by the claims of several charming young women that they haven't bothered to look into Senator...

Memories of days past

Sex was always a weird thing around the house, growing up. Earliest memories I have are of my mom taking me along to visit an older man, a race horse owner living on the racetrack property. I remember entering his quarters there with her, welcomed by te sight of the man lying on his bed, his hard cock out of his pants. It looked huge to me. I was given some toy to play with in a basin of water, with instructions only to look at what I was doing in the basin, nowhere else. I did not do exactly...

Memories of Kissing You

Memories...your hands held high above your head anchoring you crushing you against the large blue door hiding from the street lightskissing you like there's no tomorrow tongues tango, breaths quicken knee pressed 'tween your thighs feeling your heat feeling you grind against me arousal heightened by the possibility of getting caughtlater you tease with a slow reveal that I'm not allowed to touch but my eyes soak you in videotape mentally for futur...

MEMORIES

Funny thing about "MEMORIES". In my senior years, I can not remember the name of the movie I watched last weekend or the name of its lead actor but I recall perfectly the events of May 11, 2009. The washrooms at the mall were bereft of cock so I walked a couple of blocks to the library to see if there was any action there. When I entered the washroom, there were 2 guys in there. One was standing in front of the right urinal and the other guy was at the left one. The middle urinal was where I...

Memories of an old friend

friends mom would give me a peak with loose bath robe. would accidently not close her bed room door while dressing. would want me to try on pants and watch me do it. She would get drunk some time and her GF would bring her home. Her son was with his dad and I saw the car pull up. Summer time and I was out late. So I said, I will help her in. Her drunk GF said great, I am not in good shape my self. So in the house and into the bathroom. She insisted i stay with her. she left her undies and pants...

MEMORIES OF MOMMY IN THE THE BATH

I was cruising the web the other day watching some porn videos as usual and came upon one in particular that brought back some memories of a time when I was still a very young boy. The video was of a Mother and young son taking a bath together. I began to remember how my Mother would let me get in the tub with her and wash me all over, and she had me wash her back for her. It was a normal thing at the time since I was not quite 10 years old yet. After I turned 10 the baths with Mom became less...

Memories Of A Sexual Sadist

MEMORIES OF A SEXUAL SADIST by Long Tall Mary My name is Jason, currently 41 years old, and serving a 20 year prison sentencein Massachusetts for committing six rapes and abductions, well I think it wassix, I was charged with more rapes than that but some of them got dismissedas a result of plea bargaining. At any rate I won't get out until I have served at least 14 years and I'veonly served 3, that is if I don't loose my good time. I've been classifiedby the parole board as a sexual sadist and...

Memories

Special thanks to my Proof Reader The roar of the jet's engines is the only thing intruding on my grief. I still can't believe it. Nicci is gone. She and her husband Frank drowned off the Florida coast in a severe tropical storm; they and seventeen other passengers. She and Frank were to enjoy a relaxing two week sailing trip. It was intended to be sort of a second honeymoon, the first time they were away from home alone in years. Nicci was my sister and we were close ... very close. She...

Memories of the Past Dreams of the Future

Tina took a deep breath to steady her nerves as she entered the hotel lobby. Immediately she was accosted with signs welcoming her class to their 30th reunion. "I don't think I can do this," Tina said to herself as she backed into a corner where she could watch the goings-on. She observed many people heading toward the banquet doors, mostly in pairs or small groups. With the doors open, Tina was able to see the greeters' table and watch as former classmates were recognized. As she...

Memories

Funny how things looked bigger when I was eight than they do now at fifty. I was home for the first time in almost thirty-two years. I left home at eighteen to join the Air Force. Now I'm back for my mom and dad's funeral. They died in a fiery car crash on their way home from seeing my younger sister in Olean, New York. They lived in Jamestown almost all their lives and in the same house since I turned seven. It was a hundred year old house with two floors, an attic, and a basement. The...

MemoriesChapter 2

Memories It was now three months since Kerry had left. There was no change in the general atmosphere that was evident in the household; the wife was her ordinary self, the marriage existing on the 'toleration' plain. Sex was never mentioned at all and as far as Rick was concerned the 'ship of state' did what was its custom, just sailed along. However, he did miss Kerry for in the last few hours of her latest stay she had sucked him off and they had fucked. Now he returned to his usual...

Memories Part 17

Memories Part 17 It has been said that when you are busy or having fun, time seems to pass so quickly. I can tell you that is very true. Before I realized it, the summer was over and it was time for me to return to school. That meant moving back into the sorority house and starting classes once again. It was the Saturday before classes were to being when, with Momma's help, I returned to the sorority house. I was so glad to learn I was assigned my old room and that Lisa was to be my...

Memories of a Cock and Cum Pig

I have been a submissive cock and cum pig for as long as i can remember. Some of my hottest memories are of sucking cock and getting face fucked at glory holes in a college town in Wisconsin. ( i have written out this story on a few different sites if this looks familiar) i would kneel for hours and suck cock after cock and i always loved the thicker cocks and the more aggressive men who liked to pussy fuck my mouth. One guy i sucked off in a glory hole lasted at least 45 minutes. He was a very...

Memories Of My Mom and Me

Note : This story is completely fictional! My name is Bob,I`m 48 years old.My mom had me when she was 28 years old. My story began when I was growing up,in high school I was at a party one weekend at my friend Annies house.I excused myself to go to her bathroom which was on the second floor of their house.In their bathroom I found a book it was a called Family lovers.I scanned through it,the stories were about incest.It was a pocket book there were about half a dozen of them there,so I helped...

Memories of Miss Manson

This is a true story of what happened to me during my time at secondary school between 1987 and 1994. In 1986, if my memory serves me correctly, corporal punishment in schools was banned. However, that didn’t seem to stop teachers at my old school – and may I add – completely female teachers – from using it on occasions. I remember an incident in a Drama lesson at the school. We were all in PE kit of t-shirt and shorts and had been instructed by the teacher, a tall, blonde lady called Mrs...

Memories of a holiday fling part 1

I was late for my conference. The train was delayed and getting across London was hell that day. I was flustered when I arrived, cheeks a little pink, hair slipping and tripping out of what had been a sophisticated yet soft high ponytail. I stuck a loose tendril behind my ear and paused at the door. The conference had already begun and I was going to have to make a surreptitious entrance.People on the other side of the door were applauding. It seemed as good a time as any to try to slip in...

Memories of Corrine Kor in Wherever She May Be

Some 36 years ago I was a merchandise manager for a record and tape distributor that supplied 75% of the Northeastern United States and New England with product. Except for Record Store chains, of which there were few, who bought directly from the record labels themselves, if you purchased a Record, 8-Track or Cassette in that era, in that locale, it came from our warehouse and originated at my pen. The music industry was much different then, much more creative, and much more profitable. People...

Memories of a mistake

A memory filled her mind and she felt a smile come across her faceâ€¦. â€œMmmmmâ€¦ Mikeâ€¦â€ she thought to herself. She remembered Friday night and it made her quiver just a bit. Her soft hand moved under the sheetâ€¦ feeling her tender naked skin. She felt her hard nipplesâ€¦ pinching and pulling them gentlyâ€¦ wishing it was Mikeâ€™s hot mouth on them. It was Monday morning and for some reason Molly was already awake. Rolling her head over to the side, she could see darkness still spilling through the...

Memories of a Deviant Ch 2 Coming to Terms

The intervening years also brought a great many changes in both my and Tiffany's lives. My parents moved back home to Louisiana to be closer to my grandparents, and after I got out of the navy I moved back to Louisiana to be closer to them. Once there, I found a job as a diesel mechanic and settled into my new life as a civilian, with all the headaches that entailed. Both Sarah and Tiffany graduated from high-school and went off to college. Sarah went to a university there in Arizona,...

Memories of A Gay Boy part 3 Vanilla

In the dark hours of the night, Tokyo screams with noise. Never silent, never peaceful, and never finished. ' aishite mo ii kai? yureru yoru ni aragamama de ii yo matto fukaku kurushii kurai ni nareta kuchibiru ga tokeau hodoni boku wa...kimi no...vanilla' rang through the house. The sound of Gackt: Vanilla sang it's tempting melody in the hotel room. Translation is ' Would it be ok to love, too, in this trembling night? Just like this... harder, deeper... At the grind of your lips...

Memories From the Bush

‘You’ve got to be k**ding!’ I shouted out loud. ‘Whoever thought to name a town that, must have had a huge hairy pussy fetish!’ ‘WELCOME TO BIG BEAVER PA.’ The sign said. I had almost arrived at my new home in Pleasant Town Pa. population 55,000.* There was no way I could concentrate on my language learning tapes now, not when I was this close to my destination. Plus my mind was wandering too much anyway. Seeing that ‘Big Beaver’ sign reminded me of my old college days. Up near Albany NY...

Memories Of Michelle

I wake up, my head still dizzy and a typical, soaring headache pulsing in my frontal lobe. Even the gentle shrieking of my bed as I roll over feels like stings right through my eardrums into my brain.'It has it's good aspects, though,' I think. 'This way, at least I know I'm still alive.'Yet as a shard of a memory of last night paired with the shame it drags along flashes through my mind, leaving a trail of migraine-like, stinging pain in my head, a part of me wishes to have choked on my own...

Memories Chapter 2 Robin

CHAPTER 2: RobinThis happened quite a few years back. I love women and would never give them up, but I can be fooled. I was trolling some porn sites recently, and saw the person in the pictures above. The site showed videos of all types together, so you would see straight, bi, shemale, etc. all on the same page. One of the video stills showed the person above - a performer called Jacqueline Dark (you can look her up if you wish). I see her and am instantly taken back years to another person I...

memories of school

reading the "my teacher" story brought back a distant but oh so clear memory i have of a particularly great school dayit was in maths class, and our teacher was a large lady in her early 40,s, she always wore tight fitting tweed suits which showed of all her curves and bulges under her teachers robe, and my mind had always wandered to fantasy land concerning how it would be to get my hands under her blouse and play with the massive breasts that seemed to be straining against the material of her...

Memories From the Bush

"You've got to be k**ding!" I shouted out loud."Whoever thought to name a town that, must have had a huge hairy pussy fetish!""WELCOME TO BIG BEAVER PA." The sign said.I had almost arrived at my new home in Pleasant Town Pa. population 55,000.*There was no way I could concentrate on my language learning tapes now, not when I was this close to my destination.Plus my mind was wandering too much anyway. Seeing that "Big Beaver" sign reminded me of my old college days. Up near Albany NY there's...

memories of a serial killer homosexsual

the sleeping pill had worked great. too. For a moment I feared that the boy was dead. Instead it was stone dead, but sleeping. fell in a few minutes like a cooked pear. I now had to give me to do. drag it down below, in the playroom. So call: the playroom.-I can offer you a drink? - The little shit had accepted - thank you gladly - and there in the kitchen drops down in the drink while he could not see me. then a good mixed and the magic potion that was pretty ready. poor bastard.I was polite...

Memories in Ashes

As I sit here, in a wicker chair on my brother-in-law's front porch, in the warmth of the May sun, I am trying to remember clearly the events of the past few days, though (on some level) I am really trying hard to forget them. I remember the first time I saw the huge luxury-liner that we were about to board for our trip to America and the first time I saw Franz, in his neatly pressed, blue officer's uniform, leading us toward the embarkation stairs. Tears come to my eyes as I again realize...

MemoriesPart 2

Chapter 1 Sarah was nearly ten minutes late pulling up to the curb outside her daughter's school; she waved and smiled at Cathy. "Sorry I'm late baby, something came up" "That's OK mom" "So how did the exam go?" "OK I guess, certainly better than I expected" "Good, do you feel like shopping?" "Yeah, always" It was a twenty minute drive to the large shopping centre; they didn't get much chance to talk as Sarah had her side window open, allowing cool air to blow through...

Memories in the Sea

The morning smelled of the soft pine that stood at the edge of the yard. The slight scent of dew stood out among the pine. Mixed with the pine and dew also was the dominate smell of a woman, who stood at the steps of her home. Her build was one of a large, hefty woman. She had been called, by those not so tactful, a mountain of unmovable flesh. Her brow just slightly connected and her lips were thin against such a large face. She bore green eyes that shone, these were though very blank. Above...

Memories of a Cheating Chinese Trophy Wife

To alleviate some of my financial difficulties of being a college student, I responded to an ad for a mathematics tutor in a popular local online forum. I figured this would be a simple and flexible enough job to make some money on the side as I would only be helping with elementary school level mathematics. I sent off my resume and began browsing other job postings. By the next day, I had received an email in response for the tutoring position, inviting me to coffee so we could meet and...

Memories of A Mortician Virgin Conception Concrete Love

26. VIRGIN CONCEPTION (2013) Name: Y.J.Y. Age: 18 Cause of Death: Blood loss from incision on abdomen. Severe damage to internal organs. Other Injuries: Slight chloroform burns on lips and nose. Time between death and delivery to mortician: 13hrs Notes: This young woman was the victim of a violent but somewhat sexy occult ritual. Your belly was cut Impregnated with a goat I impregnate you In all my years as a mortician, I have only come across one incident of an occult...

Memories of a Mortician Case 16 Erotic Deomposition

Year: 2003 Name: W.Y Age: 21 Cause of Death: Asphyxiation due to sustained chokehold. Other Injuries: Torn vagina. Large discoloured contusion on neck. In a highly advanced state of putrefaction with grossly bloated abdomen, green complexion and extensive marbling. Time between death and delivery to mortician: 70-80 hrs. Case Notes: A young woman went missing at a park late one night while on a date. Her strangled and violated corpse was found after 3 days. She no longer looked so...

Memories of a Mortician Part 8 Last Bath Electric Youth

Year: 2011 Name:J.L Age: 23 Cause of Death: Asphyxiation due to drowning Other Injuries: Light chemical burns near nose and mouth area caused by chloroform. Torn vagina and hymen from sexual assault. Time between death and delivery to mortician: 14hrs Notes: Pic 1 A young woman has just finished dressing up for her dinner date with her boyfriend. Suddenly, the serial killer known as the ‘Kosmetics Killer’ (refer to earlier case ‘A Bad Idea’) broke into her house. He chloroformed and...

Memories of a Mortician Part 7 Skewered Expectations

Year: 1989 Name: K.L. Age: 25 Cause of Death: Internal bleeding caused by punctured liver and spleen. Other Injuries: Puncture mark in lower left abdomen. Sewn up C-Section scar in lower abdomen Time between death and delivery to mortician: 14hrs Case Notes: A young pregnant woman was at a poolside barbeque with her group of friends. Amongst them is her ex-boyfriend who is jealous of her marriage and impending child with his rival. He stuck out a foot to trip her as she walked pass...

Memories of A Mortician Part 6 Birth in Death Washed Ashore

CASE 11: BIRTH IN DEATH Year: 2007 Name: J.G. Age: 27 Cause of Death: Asphyxiation by drowning Other injuries: Post Mortem fetal extrusion. Time between death and delivery to mortician: 32 hrs Case Notes: A heavily pregnant woman was exercising near a lake in a park when she felt giddy and fainted, toppling into the muddy lake. A man who was passing by managed to drag her out after some time. Attempts at CPR failed to revive her and the would be rescuer turned into her rapist as...

Memories of a Mortician Part 5 updated Indigested Beauty Tokyo Hangover A Bad Idea

INDIGESTED BEAUTY Hot babe so pretty Swallowed but not digested Slimy you emerged I have seen all types of cases over the decades but non as bizarre as the following. The fact that the victim was young and pretty only made the case more memorable to me. One afternoon in 2009, my assistant (who I usually assigned to the male or older female cases) ran into my office telling me that we?ve got something never seen before. I went into the embalming room and saw a body lying on the lab...

Memories of a Mortician Part 5 Indigested Beauty Tokyo Hangover

INDIGESTED BEAUTY Hot babe so pretty Swallowed but not digested Slimy you emerged I have seen all types of cases over the decades but non as bizarre as the following. The fact that the victim was young and pretty only made the case more memorable to me. One afternoon in 2009, my assistant (who I usually assigned to the male or older female cases) ran into my office telling me that we’ve got something never seen before. I went into the embalming room and saw a body lying on the lab...

Memories of a Mortician Part 4 Home Encounter Depregnation

The life squeezed from you No more the virgin you were I am breathless too The next case is a murder/rape victim. Usually, victims of foul play would be autopsied and arrive with stitches and blood all over, which is a major turn off for me. Fortunately in the case of A., the culprit was arrested and confessed just hours after the crime, removing the need for an autopsy. A. was a 19 year old girl who was surprised at home by a burglar. The burglar strangled her with a belt and left her...

Memories of a Mortician Part 3 Tsunami Surprise

Gas and water I removed Asleep, you look now The next case occurred in 2004. I have long since taken over the job of chief embalmer at the company after Mr M retired sometime in the early 1990s. (As you can see, my memoirs will not be in chorological order but rather based on how I remembered my patients.) I had just received an order to embalm the body of the young female that had died in the terrible tsunami disaster 3 days ago. I had seen her photograph in the newspapers and knew that...

Memories II

Eventually, my lady gets up to replenish her coffee and as she walks by us, we comment on my lady needing a visit from the barber. Al and I love bare pussy's and my lady's was in a need of a trimming. This produced an increase in excitement in all of us, knowing what was too come. My lady agrees and goes into the house to get our “barber supplies”. She soon returns with a container of warm water, a beard trimmer, some shaving cream and a razor. There is a nice table on the deck just...

Memories of a killer

People, good people, are of such a great value and rare quantity, that at times I've held their worth as greater than gold, diamonds, life or any other substance on this earth. Humans however, are a sick, loathsome and disgusting disease that continuously plagues the earth and when not ravishing her resources, are brutalizing and defiling themselves, and each other. It was because of this I began down the road I have traveled in life. I was always good with a gun as well as a blade. I...

Memories

You aren’t here anymore. For more than a year already. Maybe I should have started earlier with this, now my notes about you start today. I don’t know what this is going to be. Or what it is good for. Maybe for everything, maybe nothing. Maybe it should be therapy for me. I had thought that I was cured. I imagined it. To be healed of you. How ridiculous.Obviously, nobody can close the gap that you left behind. It is completely hopeless.Through you I have experienced what love is. Love is when...

Memories of A gayboy prt 1

Dinner wasn't any better than the greetings. Silence through most of the meal, but then my sister decided it was a good time to talk about her career. My sister is just now 28 and she is the president at a law firm, married, and has a daughter. She's very little with a petite figure, long straight black hair, big brown eyes, bright smile, and she resembled mostly my father who wasn't a bad looking man for his age. I have always been a mama's boy, i think mainly because i looked like...

memories of a friend

there was one in particular that loved to expose himself to me. he'd started when we were in grade school. i was the oldest of 3 girls, my sisters one and two years behind me, and i WAS the target of most of the boys in that neighborhood. i'm not going to name names or cite ages, but my friend taught me about the male anatomy, and i taught him about the female anatomy. okay, okay, so i was a nasty girl!.....i prefer to think i was curious beyond my years. my friend and i...

Memories Aren t Forgotten Ch 03

By the time Paul’s car pulled into the garage of the house, Jessie could feel the fatigue a day at the mall brought. Before the entered the house a pounding of feet could be heard coming down the stairs inside Mrs. Smythe greeted them at the door. She wore a blue apron that read ‘kiss the cook’ over her round frame. Flour was sprinkled on the apron and from the yummy smells coming from the kitchen, Jessie knew she was baking. She frowned when she saw Paul carrying two shopping bags and...

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