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Sweet Memories

I haven't thought of my first anal experience in years, but today, the memory came to me. I would like to share the story with you. We were quite close and very open about all things, and since Mike was much more experienced than I was he had taken it upon himself to make sure I had a well-rounded sexual education... The conversation turned out something like this: "You know honey, I have never met anyone like you," Mike said, "you have never turned down any kind of sex. You were a virgin...

I Took a Memory to Lunch

I suppose a lot of folks would put it down to the old midlife crisis kind of thing. Or maybe, after all those years, they might say it was the seven-year itch, running a little on the late side after fourteen years of marriage. Anyway the truth is that at thirty-eight I had those niggling questions beginning to come to the forefront of my mind. After sharing the last sixteen years of my life with my wife Christina — Tina to most folks, mum to our three little tykes and Babe to me - I was...

A Family Memory

Chapter 1 My mother passed away a couple of years ago. My dad took it pretty hard but went on with his life; what else could he do? He ran a combination gas station and grocery store, which was passed down to him from my grandfather. Dad is a good man, as was my grandfather before him. Mom was only fifty-four when she died of that dreaded Cancer. She and Dad started dating after Dad returned from the service and married soon after. They had a good marriage and seemed to be a happy couple. Mom...

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...

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 32

As it turned out, Claire's misgivings were justified. Nothing like this had ever happened before, and she had no clue as to how to proceed. Had she been in her professional setting, she would have controlled the conversation. She couldn't really do that, there in the restaurant. So, she chose to try giving Lacey the redemption she sought. "They forgave you," she said, her voice tight. Bob shot her a look that said very clearly, "What the fuck? You don't mean that." Lacey didn't see...

A Paladin s WarChapter 3 1 Memories

Kyra lifted her chin off her chest as she heard someone entering the small hut in which she and Berten had been imprisoned for Aros knew how long. Long, dark legs entered her field of vision, and when she lifted her eyes, she saw the woman who had come in before. How long had it been since then? There were no windows in the hut, and the thick fronds that made up the roof let in no light. How long had she been trapped here? Thoughts were hard to hold onto; her wounds had all closed and her...

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...

Mel s Luck Neighbors Can Surprise YouChapter 6 Dark Days of Memories Past

Mel was worried. Tracy had drifted off into a world of her own, her hands turning her phone over and over, eyes glazed and staring at the floorboards of the truck, trapped in some part of her mind he had no access to. He found a wide pull off on the road and stopped the truck, leaning over to pull Tracy in and ask what was wrong. Tracy leaned into Mel, put a hand on his leg and took a breath. “I’m OK Mel, I’m OK. Just tripping, going back in time.” Her eyes came back into focus and she looked...

The Protector the Strength of MemoriesChapter 4

Ben watched the three men ride towards them. He allowed himself to see their auras and was surprised. Their auras were as clear and bright as Han's. The blue green shimmered around all three Cherokee's. He allowed his focus to expand as he looked around the rim of the valley. Nearly all of them were surrounded by the blue green shimmer. There were two that showed a yellowish bruising in the blue-green field but Ben could see what caused the anomaly in both of them. One man liked to drink...

Three Square MealsChapter 105 Sisters share childhood memories and grownup dreams

The Imperial Palace on Kinta was in a state of chaos, with flustered officials scurrying down corridors, their frightened faces reflecting the febrile atmosphere on the Kintark homeworld. Tamolith the Consort prowled down one of the grand corridors leading to the Emperor’s throne room, her fearsome draconic features twisted into a scowl of contempt. Ever since the horrifying defeat at Terra, she’d been sensing an ugly feeling of resentment amongst the imperial subjects and she knew something...

Darkness and LightChapter 5 Forebodings and Memories

The Gods and Goddesses of Calmyra sat around the table. Most of them were idly chatting while waiting for Messaya and Balkhor. They usually were the last arriving, claiming that their home, the underworld, was farther away than the homes of the others. A silly little joke of course, as distance didn’t matter when traveling to this location, a place formally known to them as Atyseos, the world of the Gods and pinnacle of Ghania’s creations. Only a very few living on Calmyra knew this name. The...

Photographic MemoryChapter 5

It was after noon by the time the girls and I made it into the water, and I guess we should have stopped to eat, but we didn't. Making do with the bottles of water, we spent the entire afternoon more or less innocently, drifting between the surf and sand. I was called on numerous times to renew the sunblock on all three girls, but we were never alone, and everyone behaved, mostly. At one stage in the afternoon, all three girls lined up in the water, facing me, and mimed lifting up their...

For Want of a MemoryChapter 4

The lab tech breezed in, let a piece of paper float to the surface of Harper's desk, where it landed on top of a coffee cup, twenty-five other pieces of paper, and a staple remover, and stood back and folded his arms. "Nineteen ninety-eight Buick Regal," he said, with a triumphant note in his voice. "Originally Olympic white, but now a metallic blue color called Champagne Pearl, which, by the way, is a Plymouth color, not a General Motors color. It was repainted after roughly February of...

For Want of a MemoryChapter 6

The news anchor's face lit up. Her perfectly coiffed hair didn't move, even though her entire face changed. Her bright red lips split into a cultivated smile and showed a row of perfect white teeth. "And we have an update on the continuing saga of the attempted kidnapping on Governor Custer's wife." She then went on to explain that the governor's wife was named Chantal, as if there actually might be some idiot in the viewing area that didn't already know that. That was followed by a...

The Dildo That Erased Claire Bonneville s MemoryChapter 13

She didn't have to worry about Cindy and Danny on Saturday. They had decided to go garage saleing, and were gone when Chad got there. She had stretched and was ready anyway. They ran twenty miles. It was wonderful, but they decided to take the next day off. Chad said he needed to work on lesson plans and Claire was thinking about going "home" to see how that felt. She did go to the house on Sunday. It was quiet. Too quiet in fact. She thought that was odd, since John had never made a lot...

The Dildo That Erased Claire Bonneville s MemoryChapter 16

The next morning Claire called Chad. "Can we take a couple of days off?" she asked. "I need a little break from having to control myself." "I understand completely," he said. "I wanted to stay last night. A lot. I left because I remember what you did to that punching bag." "I'd never do that to you," she said. "I know. But if anything had happened you'd be beating yourself up this morning, and I don't want that either." "This is a very good example of why I need some time...

The Dildo That Erased Claire Bonneville s MemoryChapter 19

Monday morning started the week with a bang. She'd been at work for two hours when her intercom rang. When she answered it, Marcie said, "There's a woman on the phone for you. She said her name is Cuddles. You want me to take a message?" "No, I'll talk to her," said Claire. "Do you own a conservative suit dress?" Angela opened. "No. Not yet. Why?" "Well get one, because I got us an expedited hearing with the judge tomorrow at ten o'clock." "Tomorrow?" "Yes. You need to...

The Dildo That Erased Claire Bonneville s MemoryChapter 21

Again only Claire, Angela, and Fred Benson were in the courtroom. The bailiff had opened the door to the chambers and called her name. When the crowd surged, he said loudly that all others were to remain in the hallway until called. The bailiff had gone through his ritual, and Judge Newman had sat, fiddling with papers on his bench. "I've got a full docket, today, so I'll get right to this," he said. "I have reviewed the complaint. I requested and was provided information from the...

For Want of a MemoryChapter 11

What had taken him hours to pen by hand, practically flew onto the screen of the computer. He had not forgotten how to type and he was good at it. Lou Anne was moving back and forth, just going about her daily routine, and stopped several times to watch. "I must agree that you're an author," she said at one point. "Or a professional typist of some kind. You're as fast as I am." "Umm," was his only response. He was intent on the screen. He never looked at his fingers. Then, quite...

ChoicesChapter 25 Dredging up memories

Jerry and Lana pled exhaustion shortly after dessert was served, and left Sara and I to 'catch up on old times.' As they headed out the door, Sara remarked with amusement evident in her voice, "I wonder what excuse would they have used if we hadn't known each other." "Oh, probably something along the lines of 'letting us young kids get to know each other better.' Though I think that they would have taken you home had we not gotten along." "God, I hope so. Good thing we did, then....

SweetSinner Cherie Deville Making Memories

After Chanel confronts Cherie about having an affair with her husband; Cherie tries to end things with Chad. But she’s weak to his touch, and the moment she feels his hands sliding up her thighs her lustful desire won’t allow her to reject what she so obviously wants. Chad teases Cherie with his cock until she is aching to feel him inside her. It’s a sexual encounter like no other as they lick and suck at one another’s bodies, as if certain this will be the last time...

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...

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...

Memorial Roast

Introduction: An almost true story about how I ended up as a real life spit-roast, some detail changed to give a happier ending. Memorial Roast An almost true story Story: #40 Copyright 2008 Written: June 15 2008 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: KaosAngel Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ******************************************** I woke up that morning like I do every morning with my legs open wide, my girlfriend Staceys head between them and her tongue...

Anne And Mary Book IIChapter 11 Memorial Day

"Hi, Mom. It's Anne. You called.' "Yes, dear, thanks for calling back. I wanted to know if you're coming home for Memorial Day.' "What's going on? You having a party?' "No, we're not really planning anything, I just wanted to know if we'd be seeing you. If you're coming, maybe we'll think of something.' "Mom, do you want to come here for Memorial Day?' "Well, I don't know. We wouldn't want to... you know... ' "Mom, Lucy and Sam are coming, and so are Dan Sidney and...

The Week of Memorial Day

My wife Kelly turned 40 on the 15th of May. We’ve been married 17 years and she even more beautiful today than the day we were married. She’s a very petite and fit woman, standing at only 5′ tall and 115 pounds. After the guests for her surprise 40th birthday party departed she told me that she wanted to go on a real vacation this year and only the two of us. She wanted to go to a beach within a reasonable driving distance from our home in Western Maryland. She didn’t have to convince me at...

Memorial Roast

An almost true story Story: #40 Copyright ©2008 Written: June 15 2008 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: KaosAngel Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ******************************************** I woke up that morning like I do every morning with my legs open wide, my girlfriend Stacey's head between them and her tongue buried deep in my pussy, "Good morning sexy?" she said to me when she noticed I was awake and enjoying the stimulation her...

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...

The Week following Memorial Day

The Memorial Day weekend finally ended. During the ride home Mike thought about what he had experienced over the holiday weekend, and as usual he got hard again. He thought about Loni jacking him off on that first night and being invited to her futon the next night. In his mind's eye he saw her throw back her covers to reveal her new silky and see through lingerie.Through half lidded eyes he saw that his mom was snoozing in the passenger seat. The twins were in the second row of the van and...

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...

Next Door Dom celebrates Memorial Day with us

Rural Ohio is generally dead. But this past Memorial Day weekend gave me a promise that this summer may be different! Back in 1994 a farmer took six acres of land fronting a back road about 5 miles from any other house and he built 4 medium houses. I guess he then used the money to buy a new combine or tractor. Anyhow, we bought one of the properties a few years ago, The older couple on one side of us rarely come outside in daylight and the guy who lives at the far end is some sort of...

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...

Alexa Chapter 20 Memorial Day

Alexa Chapter 20: Memorial Day Summer was almost here, which meant school was almost over. Thank god. This last semester had not gone as well as I had hoped. I had a few distractions along the way. That is the understatement of the year! I was never in class, and while my professors where helpful for the most part, my grades had slipped. After the little events at the will reading I vowed to buckle down and finish the semester strong. I needed to get at least a 'B' average 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...

Memorial Day Party

Illustrated version available on request to Author Good things were happening to Paul in almost breath-taking fashion. First, he had received a token payment for his novella, which was promptly followed by a solid $5000 retainer after the publisher had read a rough draft of the first three chapters of his latest novel, with additional funds to follow if and when the subsequent chapters met the standard of the initial pages. Now with Memorial Day approaching Carol had called to invite him to a...

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...

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...

Memorial Daze

Signing to Sherry ‘I’m not lying. Joe and his friend held me down in the basement and raped me!” Tears in my eyes as the look of disbelief on the face of my so called best friend tells me she doesn’t believe my story.As if she can’t help but see the bruises all over my arms, the dried cum on and between my thighs or the torn night gown I was wearing when I went to bed. “Okay say I believe you, just how did they find you alone, in the basement dressed only in a nightgown?” How indeed!...

A Memorable Memorial Day Part 2 The next day

When Mike woke up, the first thing he thought about was what had happened last night. It had to be a dream. Had Loni really slipped under the covers of his makeshift bed as he was jacking off? Did he imagine it or had she really stayed and helped him finish the job?Yes, it had to be a dream as he just wasn't that lucky. Now, the girls he hung with at school were considered attractive, but none of them could hold a candle to Loni's looks. His looks and manners made him popular with many of the...

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...

Memorial Day

I met my cousin John when he was 18 and I was 9. I thought he was the most handsome boy I had ever seen. Big brown eyes, shiny dark brown hair and the kind of lips that are meant for kissing. And on top of all that, a sexy British accent that sent shivers through my spine, even at that age. I heard over the years that my aunt's female friends would ask about, and even had affairs with my cousin. My grandmother kept his graduation picture on the mantle in the living room surrounded by various...

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...

An Awesome Memory With Colleague

Hi guys, thanks for good response for last story published , lot of emails have come from Hyderabad area and I felt very good. I am Anurag 23 well build athletic with fair complexion working in an MNC in Hyderabad. This incident is all about an office team mate who had shown me haven with wonderful sex appetite. This is a real story which happened last month, I was working with her from fast 6 months. We used to go for coffee breaks and lunch together. She always used to tell about her husband...

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...

wild memorial day

Hello every one, hope everyone doing great I try my best to go in detail much as I could in this story its not that old just happen to me week ago I wish I could have write sooner but I was not much of my self to sit and write And also sorry because this story its longer then my other stories I have post my story is not make in my mind or fantasy its all real experiences I had I stay in black neighborhood and all most of my experiences with black male then white guys and its true bigger its...

Wild Memorial Day

Hello every one, hope everyone doing great I try my best to go in detail much as I could in this story its not that old just happen to me week ago I wish I could have write sooner but I was not much of my self to sit and write And also sorry because this story its longer then my other stories I have post my story is not make in my mind or fantasy its all real experiences I had I stay in black neighborhood and all most of my experiences with black male then white guys and its true bigger its...

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...

Memorial Day Human and Heroic

Good morning, I'm Capt R, but I go by Puff. I would like to start by saying how honored I am to be able to speak to you today. When the Public Affairs shop said they were looking for volunteers to speak they were so overwhelmed that they had to turn people away so I feel lucky I got picked. The PA shop sent out a 5 page speech for us to use today but I found it overly formal and impersonal. They wanted me to emphasize the Air Force's role in current war-fighting which I don't find relevant...

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...

Living Next Door to Heaven 277 Memorial

The home of Lily and Sly Cortales was delivered and set up the third week of June. The next weekend, they moved in and their first act was to invite Samantha, Rhonda, and me over for dinner. "We moved here to be close to our children," Lily said. "We were there the night Brian and Samantha tied the knot around their wrists and we were here at Christmas two years ago when the two of you were handfasted to Rhonda. You are our children. You are all the children we have now." She actually...

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...

Incredible ChangesChapter 504 Chrissy Memorial Park

Time to put Chrissy and her mom to rest. We were in a limo at the head of a twenty-two-mile-long funeral procession. “Corwin’s mom said that the elite families are already at the location. Everyone behind is everyone else coming to the funeral. A brief survey of those who came to the viewing shows that only a few met or spoke with Chrissy’s mom. Over half are Chrissy’s friends and their families. A small percentage is here for your mother and me. The rest said they are coming because...

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...

Memorial Day soldier return Love

Prior: Memorial Day – soldier return Mary cut off the main trail toward the old picnic grove. I couldn’t figure why she took this route until I saw her head to the old washroom building. She stopped by the door. “No, You not thinking?” I grimaced. She grabbed my hand and pulled me in. We were a sweaty pair. Her face was dripping and her t-shirt was all wet, her breasts stood out against the clingy shirt. We were all over each other. Mary jumped up and wrapped her legs...

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...

Memorial Day soldier return Love

Introduction: Veteran returns to find his sister has grown up Please rate and comment Prior: Memorial Day soldier return Mary cut off the main trail toward the old picnic grove. I couldnt figure why she took this route until I saw her head to the old washroom building. She stopped by the door. No, You not thinking? I grimaced. She grabbed my hand and pulled me in. We were a sweaty pair. Her face was dripping and her t-shirt was all wet, her breasts stood out against the clingy shirt. We...

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...

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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...

A Memorable Memorial Day

It had been a great start to the Memorial Day weekend. They had left home early and arrived shortly before sunrise to open the cottage and commence to get it ready. Seventeen year old Mike had looked forward to the fishing, water skiing and swimming in the clear blue waters of the inland resort. Plus there were trails of this former farmland begging to be explored on his dirt bike.Most of all he looked forward to the arrival of his cousin Loni. Now technically she was not his cousin, she had...

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,...

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My wife has always had an intense attraction for men in uniform. Military, Police, EMS, and Fire Service members have still maintained a real passion of her's after all these years. To add to her lust, she has always been a hardcore cougar. Last Memorial Day weekend, I planned a surprise getaway for my wife. We spent five days in Oahu, Hawaii. The small motel we stayed in was peaceful and quiet. Not anything fancy but very relaxing and comfortable. We enjoyed the beaches, the shops and being on...

1 Great Memory

1 Great MemoryBy: Londebaaz Chohan The Liberty, International Airport; Newark, NJ or the Newark city in NJ, none of these is new to me. I used to live in Newark NJ little over 5 years ago. The mother fucking city was dirty, smelly and crimes ridden even then but except one small portion across the rail road tracks where most of the hard working white collar migrant people lived; ready to fuck any criminal element in a flash to keep their community clean and safe. I rented 2 rooms from such a...

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...

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

Teen Age MemoryBy: LondebaazIt amazes me today to remind myself that my 2 years older sister Ally and I were both in high school wrestling team and we both have been enjoying wrestling as sports and great exercise. We even watched wrestling entertainment on the tube quite often. Like most siblings we horsed around a lot at younger age playing and pretending to lock arms and pin the other person. As Ally matured, she became a very attractive girl but still she enjoyed horsing around with me;...

Sarah s Feet A Fond Memory

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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...

A very memorial weekend

It was a hot summer day, the Saturday of a 3 day Memorial Day holiday. I was living in Newport News, Virginia while in the Navy. I had awaken that morning with a raging hard on and knew that jacking off was not going to make this urge I had go away. I consider myself bi-sexual and the good thing about that is your chances of getting laid is doubled.There was no female love interest at the moment and the southern girls in the area were all just looking for a husband or have you spending your...

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...

A Memorial Surprise

Oh my gosh! Did that really just happen? I look over and smile seeing your face. Yup! It did. I smile to myself and drift off to sleep replaying the events.It's Memorial Day weekend. Our parents have decided to leave us home alone while they go off on a second honeymoon. I'm not complaining. You are smoking hot! Standing at about 5' 10", 180 lbs. of toned muscle, military cut brown hair, and soft brown eyes, I just can't help but make you the source of my night time fantasies. I'm 5'3", 140lbs....

Memorial Day Weekend

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Girlfriend Ke Sath Mera Memorial Day

Ex girlfriend ke sath memorial full day. Hi dosto main fir pesh hu ek nayi khani ke sath. Mera email id hai. Ispe aaplog mujhe contact kr sakte hai. To meri ex gf ka nam priti(not real) hai. Khani puri sacchi hai to thora dil or apna hath tham ke baithe. Meri gf ka figure- 33-30-33 aprox. Height 5.2. Meri gf ka figure mujhe rowdy rathore ki sonakshi sinha ki yaad dilata hai. Ek dum indian or har bhag body bhara hua. N to jayda or n hi kam. Dur se dekh kr hi body me current dour jaye. Mujhe...

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...

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...

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