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Young Gillian McMasters uncovers an ancient dildo on an archaeological dig site. It is so beautifully crafted she has to test it out. Problem is: she has an unintended audience. Let’s just say from there: The Ancients didn’t have a monopoly on fifthly activity....Miss Gillian McMasters was so excited she nearly wet her panties. What a find...Our lass had been given the gynaeceum to excavate carefully. The women’s room of the Ancient Greek house her University was investigating this summer dig...

Reality Warp

Try not to panic. This is the first thought that goes through your mind as you awaken somewhere new. You swallow softly, trying to understand what happened to you. I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE The dark walls around you warp and twist, and you find yourself home once again. You immediately forget your first thought and promptly begin to panic like a scared little child, you wuss. WHAT IS HAPPENING WHERE WAS I ... DID I CHANGE THIS? Your terror giving away to curiosity, you slowly walk outside,...

Time Warp

As it has been the case for most of the fifteen years my wife Kathleen and I have been married, planning and enjoying the perfect vacation was something we didn't exactly accomplish. After our two girls came along, vacation time meant two weeks of somebody being unhappy about something. This year both the girls and Kathleen wanted something special, and a planned to visit her sister Susan in suburban Chicago. Their plans were to visit the city, enjoy the big lake and see all the sights the...

Memory Master

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

Space Warped

Author's notes: The day I heard of Genni's passing. Nothing could have prepared me for the morning I logged onto my computer and saw the note from Genni's spouse informing me that she had passed away. I was in total shock. My response was to reply back and tell him that I didn't find this funny. He wrote back later to tell me it was no joke. I lost it. It was a Saturday, so I went to my office where I could be alone. There I yelled, screamed, cried, and finally sat at my desk...

Crash Bandicoot Warping the Warped

"Yes... yes!" Dr. Neo Cortex grinned as he looked over his newest invention. After months of toiling away in his laboratory, finally, it was complete! Hanging from the ceiling with wires and cables, the enormous purple machine resembled an oversized cartoon ray gun, what with the "barrel" consisting of a single antenna lined with several glowing rings. Near the top was a small man-sized gap surrounded by control panels, serving as a cockpit of sorts. Cortex had not yet having taken...

The Reality Warper

Author's note: this story is inspired by a real event, when by an accident of planning I went on a night out in a group which was just me and 6 girls, to a place very similar to Beach Park in the story. The rest, of course, is in my dreams. It had been an amazing summer's Monday night. The night before, I had attended a new church. After church, a group began discussing going to "Beach Park" the next night. Beach Park was a like a small theme park: it had water slides, rides, and side...

Lessons For A Reality Warper

----------------- Authors Note: I've read a lot of the fiction on this site, and it tends toward something I find strange and unappealing for it's finales. This is kind of me talking about it ----------------- Lessons for a Reality Warper by Mushrambo There was a buzz in the back of Charlie's mind, the kind that meant trouble. It seemed that this confrontation couldn't wait any longer. At his locker, Charlie dumped his textbooks on Math and was preparing to grab his book for...

Blood of BrothersChapter 15 Warpath

Drake dragged his sword as he wielded it. The blade was by no means light, but it seemed as he lost the strength to wield it, it gained the strength to wield itself. The battle had been long, and now it seemed no end was in sight. The on-lookers didn't shout encouragement. No witnesses spoke. He fought the monster he had once called Sage. He fought for his life. He had been betrayed by the man who had been a father to him. The monster lifted his sword and abruptly charged. Drake brought in...

Memory Lane

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

Memory Worth Million Bucks

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

Reality Warped

It took many weeks to verify her story and ultimately her identity. No one had heard of her, not her name nor her super heroine status. She explained that she or rather her "body" came from a planet most referred to as "Earth-2" and that this planet was not even located in the same universe of alternate realities of ours. I mean "Power Girl", what kind of name is that? Then there is the costume, essentially a swimsuit with a huge cut out around the cleavage of her breasts. if that isn't a...

Reality Warped

Someone near you has gained the ability to change reality. They could be a coworker, friend, family, it doesn't matter, they now can alter whatever they like. It could be your favorite food, the color of the sky or even passages in the Geneva convention, whether people notice it or not is for them to decide. For some reason or another they've set their sights on you.

Memory

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

Memory Lane

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

Memory Lane

When you first get to a Mexican resort, you notice the palm trees and the ocean. If you are from someplace cold and cloudy you might notice the sun but otherwise it’s not quite the on the level of the other two: you see the sun often, even in cold, cloudy places. It’s easy to pay attention to other things, but it’s there, and it’s closer than you’re used to. A good way to spot people on their second day is by their red tan lines. They didn’t realize what the sun was doing to them as they lay on...

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,...

Memory of a friend

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

Memory

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...

Memory

With tears streaming down her face, Adriana watched through the fog of loneliness and despair as her true love turned to leave. Pride and fear had kept her from telling him how much she desperately needed to feel his arms around her and and for him to nuzzle her hair and whisper "I love you, baby. It'll all work out." She wanted to call out his name and beg him to stay, but the little voice inside her head told her that she wasn't that weak and to let him walk away, forever if need be. With...

Memory of my husband

As the sun shines through the window, its brilliant rays warming my body, I sit here with my tea, still in bed, remembering the first time my husband and I met. For many people to hear how we met they would be shocked, yet even though I was shocked I am glad I never called the police in fright. It was the beginning of fall in Alberta and all of the leaves had fallen, covering every inch of the ground. Every crunching step I took I had this overwhelming feeling that something monumental was...

Memory Lane

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

Memory Parasites

Oh geez, who littered all these glowy rocks all over the floor? It's gonna take forever to clean this mess up. Well, I'm certainly not going to clean it up. Guess I'll just leave this as someone else's problem. Besides, it's just glowy rocks. What's the worst that can happen? (This is a public story, anyone can write anything relating to the plot concept. Write whoever you want, whatever genre you want, and do whatever you want.) So who's the unfortunate (or extremely lucky) sap that gets...

memory of my youth In English and French

I grew up in a city on the outskirts of Paris where there were a lot of Muslims and my mother was a social worker who formed a fully liberated couple with my father ...In short she had lovers and fuckers with the full agreement of my father, and as part of her work and to have peace in this work she quickly agreed to make love and fuck with Algerians and Moroccans whose social files they followed, and they quickly treated her like the white whore that she became for them, so satisfied by them...

Memory Of A Friend 2

The next day we went shopping down to Swansea all day in Aunt Megs car. On the way home she suggested we stop for a drink. We walked in the pub and from the greeting it was obvious she knew the Landlady well. We got the drinks and sat on bar stools at the bar while Meg chatted intimately to the Landlady, obviously a close friend. While we sat there the pub’s big Alsatian dog came around the bar to us, jumping up and making a huge fuss of both of us, but mainly Aunt Meg, who he obviously knew...

Memory or fantasy you decide

I was in his apartment. He was older than me by a few years and I suspected he was at least bi-sexual but he was a nice guy and it was just to watch the game on his big-screen, so no big deal.Had a few beers and the game ended."Feel like watching a dirty movie?""OK, sure. "I was pretty comfortable but I'd only watched a porno with other guys once, at a stag party when there loads of other people there. The conversation then was bravado and bluster. This would be different.More different than I...

Memory of a friend with a dog aunt true story 2

The next day we went shopping down to Swansea all day in Aunt Megs car. On the way home she suggested we stop for a drink. We walked in the pub and from the greeting it was obvious she knew the Landlady well. We got the drinks and sat on bar stools at the bar while Meg chatted intimately to the Landlady, obviously a close friend. While we sat there the pub's big Alsatian dog came around the bar to us, jumping up and making a huge fuss of both of us, but mainly Aunt Meg, who he obviously knew...

Memory of a friend with a dog aunt true story 1

Once 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 no c***dren had always had a soft spot for me,...

Memory With My Girl Telugu

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Memory of my husband

As the sun shines through the window, its brilliant rays warming my body, I sit here with my tea, still in bed, remembering the first time my husband and I met. For many people to hear how we met they would be shocked, yet even though I was shocked I am glad I never called the police in fright. It was the beginning of fall in Alberta and all of the leaves had fallen, covering every inch of the ground. Every crunching step I took I had this overwhelming feeling that something monumental was...

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

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,...

Memorial Day Memories 3

Memorial Day Memories 3 End of Part 2: We lay there for a few minutes, and Joc fell asleep against my shoulder. I easily lifted her, placing her in the passenger seat, bucking her up and driving back home. I started driving home, and that’s when my life changed. The drunk driver ran a red light and smashed into the passenger side of my car, pushing us off the road. My phone was instantly in my hand and speed dialed Ash. I looked over and saw the gash on Joc’s head. Before I passed out I was...

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 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

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...

Memorial Day Memories

Hi there! It has been soooooo long since I've had a chance to write anything about my gym bunny experiences and I'm aching to get something on here once again. For close to a year, it's like I've been in a little rabbit hole and the foxes are keeping pace above me. They just won't give me the chance to come out. I've been nibbling on my stocked supply of carrots for too long. I need more! So, at least I thought I'd share some memories that I wrote last year (2016) for my...

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 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

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

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...

Memorial Day Memories 2 Fourth of July Feelings

Memorial Day Memories Part 2: Fourth of July Feelings End of Part 1: And harder I went. In and out, back and forth, harder and deeper. One of my hands roamed to her tits, the other to her clit. Pulling on her nipples and massaging her tiny button she began to moan loudly and thrash back and forth on my cock, nearing her orgasm. Nearing my own I started to lose my rhythm, and mercilessly pounded her. Jocelyn’s arm’s finally gave out and she rested on her chest and head as I came deep insider,...

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...

Memorial Day She Wore a Yellow Ribbon

Prior: Memorial Day – soldier return Memorial Day – soldier return - Love We toweled each other off then held each other tight. We had lost track of time and no longer had we sat down on the sofa, the folks came home from their visit. I couldn’t believe we had spent that much time fucking in the shower. You guys look like you had good showers, all nice and fresh. “Yea Mom real nice.” “Mary, are you OK, you look a little flushed.” “Sure Mom, everything is fine.” We...

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 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...

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...

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...

Memorial Day Memories

Memorial Day Memories School had just ended for me and my sister. Separated by just over a year (me at 21, her just turning 20), we were in separate colleges and returning home at about the same time. During the drive I could think of nothing but the pure bliss that would be relaxation after the intense studying of finals. I pulled into the driveway and there was my sister. A sight for sore eyes indeed. Standing at barely five feet tall she stood with a hand on her hips and a playful scowl on...

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...

Memorial Day Memories 5

Memorial Day Memories Part 5 End Part 4: She thought about it for a while, then turned to me and said, “Then there’s only one thing to do.” I stared at her, waiting for her to continue. “We have to tell them before they find out.” All I could do was echo in response, “We have to tell them…tomorrow” “Tomorrow?” came the shocked reply in unison. “How long do you expect me to be able to keep my hands off of you?” How the hell was I supposed to tell my parents, my father especially, that I was...

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....

Memorial Daze Part Four

“So what the plan Joe?” Keith asks as she secure Sherry in the basement before returning to the kitchen.Going to the fridge opening the door seeing what we have on hand that can feed six strapping men after a marathon of sex with a mute. Finding nothing that would suffice,I turn and start detailing our next few hours! “First I need one or both of you to go shop for food!” The look on their faces as i continue is hysterical “You know burgers, frozen pizzas and what eer else you guys wants...

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...

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 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

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...

Memorial Day Memories 4

Memorial Day Memories Part 4 End Part 3: “Keep going, cum inside me. Cum with me.” She pulled my face back towards hers and we kissed again. After only a dozen or so more thrusts, I came. So did she. Moaning into each other’s mouths, we released our tensions, proving our love for one another. We lay there, in the aftermath of our orgasms, both of us as happy as we had ever been. “I love you Austin Lewis.” “Jocelyn Rae Lewis, I love you, and always will.” I woke up early the next morning and...

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...

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...

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!...

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Memories of a Mortician Mortuary Montage

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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

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