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Private Ariana Van X Wet Memories

Ariana Van X and Charlie Dean like to enjoy a quieter life at home these days, however today it’s time to reignite the fire and spice things up as they recall their first date and remember their favourite sexy game! Watch the fun unfold on Private as this super, sexy babe gets down on her knees for a passionate blowjob before spreading her legs to offer up her sweet pussy for a taste. Then enjoy Ariana in action as she puts her incredible curves to work and fucks, rides and grinds her way to a...

PureTaboo Lacy Lennon Fond Memories

Ryan (Jay Romero) brings home his new girlfriend, Lydia (Lacy Lennon). She is excited to be seeing Ryan’s home and looking forward to meeting his surviving parent, Nate (Tommy Pistol), seeing it as the next step in their relationship. Ryan is also looking forward to it, saying that he wants Lydia to feel like part of the family. Before entering the house, Ryan inspects Lydia’s hair and adjusts it slightly. She recently had it styled at Ryan’s suggestion, and he seems oddly...

Memories

Sex, it seems it’s all I ever think about. From the time I wake up in the morning to the time I go to bed, sex is never far from my thoughts. From pub-erty, I found myself always fascinated by the male sex organ, and how sex could be an integral part of my life. My thoughts never wandered far from thinking about sex, even after I had my first sexual experience with a partner. Looking back at how my teenage years unfolded, I can see now how my parents were worried about me and my early...

Math Call Memories

I had always fantasized about my math teacher. Miss Morgan. She was not only very good with figures; she had a very good figure, as well. In her class, I would often envision being with her ,..maybe after class, or someplace in woods where we could extract square roots to infinity, with being disturbed. Her bottom was two perfect ellipses, and her skirt would always exaggerate her hypotenuse in a way that caused my mind to wander. I was 4x4 at the time and she was about 6-squared. She had...

Soft to Hard sweet memories

I never thought that the small teenage kid Will come so close to me , when I first saw Him during his grandfathers funeral. And that’s U. Then at a summer camp I discovered you, We grew closer as the time passed by, You was my most bankable aid, And I am your mentor, I have literally seen you growing both physically and mentally with each and every passing day, As you overcome your shortcomings, As you mastering your talents, As you earning the love of people, As you yielding to adolescent...

Pastor Sarah Ch 13

Pastor Sarah was sitting having her morning coffee when she heard Jack’s truck pull in her driveway. “Well Jack, this is a pleasant surprise, I didn’t expect to see you till tonight.” Sarah said as she invited Jack in for a cup of coffee. “I hope you are not here to tell me that Brenda has changed her mind about our threesome tonight.” “Bill Johnson is sending a crew today to work on the offices at the church. Movers are coming to pack everything in boxes, and then removing all the...

Pastor Love

My name is Will Kane, and I'm a Minister by trade. I happened upon this job shortly after my wife of seven years decided to leave me. Why exactly, I was never told, but I suspect her affair with the wife of a church elder had a lot to do with it. Normally, the candidate for a small town pastorship would have a wife, perhaps a couple of kids and maybe, even a pet beagle. But not me. The fact that I even got a second look surprised even myself. I don't know exactly what I said or did to the...

Pastor John s private thoughts

Since Angela (Ange babe) started giving John head at every opportunity,his thoughts were turning more and more to how the women in congregation would look underneath their very prim and proper dress. Most were covered right up to the neck the few that weren't didn't show any cleavage, just a little of their flat chest above their tits (when having those naughty thoughts John called them breasts rather than tits lol).From his elevated position in church John could look over the women and see who...

pastor wife

This is a story my friend cheryl told me and word for word its as she told me. Rex and cheryl have been married 30 years have two girls 29 and 27 both married Rex has been a pastor most of that time in a small southern town. About 6 months ago his church burn down along with the home they live in next door they lose everything there was no money in the church to help them so they decided to move north. they moved in a large town but had to move in lets a lower income part to afford the rent Rex...

Past The Point of Pain

Since I have been with my Master we have explored many limits and why I have them. One activity I have struggled with for a long time is due to past abuse from my ex-husband Dick, anal sex has not been an easy boundary for me to have tested. When Dick and I first began our sexual relationship we each had an open mind about many things, exploration with new activities was never an issue. We both seem to always enjoy testing ourselves and each other, and never had we considered anything we...

Past is Gone Part 2

On the way, I had a bout of sneezing. Cold breeze and wet clothes had affected me. I had caught cold. As luck would have it Sameer’s bike broke down barely five minutes after we started. After dragging the bike for about a kilometer, Sameer managed to park it in a safe spot. We waited for a bus at a bus stop nearby. No bus stopped as they came fully overloaded.We tried to hail taxies but none would stop. It was frustrating. However, looking at our pathetic condition, one car stopped by. The car...

Past life A mother and her daughters boyfriend

For most people, life generally plods along at a fairly mundane and unexciting pace. For another breed of person, life is altogether more exciting, with the continually travelled highway producing many a twist and turn along the way. Kate Howard, if asked would place herself in the first category. For the most part this was how it had always been for Kate. She neither asked nor expected of much and in may ways was as happy as she could be with her life. All in all a few ups and downs, yes, but...

Past is gone

I was a petite 32 years of age, happily married for the past seven years with Raj, who had a managerial job in a company that required him to look after two offices; one in Mumbai and another in Pune. He had to visit each office once in a week. Raj loved me a lot. We did not have any children. After seven years of marriage, we did not have a great sex life; but I was pretty satisfied with my husband as he did not spare any efforts to make me happy and feel comfortable. I craved for a child and...

Past LivesChapter 6

If my luncheon with Dr. Crane proved anything, it was that we could never be friends. My advanced maturity to the contrary, he couldn't get past the age gap. What's more, he was thoroughly ensconced in academia. I wasn't, which made me an inferior outsider, and with the exception of our discussion about Jane Wilson, he treated the luncheon as an art critic interviewing an up-and-coming young artist. Neither of us brought up Sherry and Vivian. After lunch, he followed me to my studio to...

Past The Point of Pain

Past The Point of Pain By True?s Doll-AnnSince I have been with my Master we have explored many limits and why I have them. One activity I have struggled with for a long time is due to past abuse from my ex-husband Dick, anal sex has not been an easy boundary for me to have tested. When Dick and I first began our sexual relationship we each had an open mind about many things, exploration with new activities was never an issue. We both seem to always enjoy testing ourselves and each other,...

Past LivesChapter 10

I didn't think. I ignored my sister's warnings. I ignored my own reservations. I knew I couldn't have a casual relationship with Mary, but she was looking at me with such longing that's all I saw, all I thought about. I kissed her. I kissed her and she melted. Her lips melted into mine, and she twisted her lithe body until her breasts melted against my chest. She moaned into my mouth, and our embrace deepened but still remained soft somehow. I felt the tip of her tongue on my lips, and...

Past Perfect

The ease with which Jacqueline Manceaux breezed through life provided a perpetual source of annoyance for Denise. She shone like the sun, even in her darkest hours, and to be fair, she had more than her fair share of them. Denise strove not to take any sort of snide comfort in the misfortune that often befell Jacquí, as she was affectionately called by the hordes of her closest friends. In contrast, Denise felt like an ogre in Jacquí's company. On those rare days when she felt well above...

Past LivesChapter 7

The air was cold and wet, the stars obscured by heavy clouds. I shivered and put my arm around Liz's waist, pulling her close, as much for her body heat as a friendly gesture. We were walking toward the pickup after going to a movie. "Hot chocolate," I said. "The night calls for hot chocolate." "Sounds good," Liz said. "My studio. We can warm our insides and talk." "All right. I would like to take another look at your paintings before you ship them to San Diego." Twenty...

Past LivesChapter 15

We all swam ashore at dawn for tai chi, and James and I sparred while the ladies prepared breakfast. When we finished, they applauded our efforts and flashed their tits from afar. We fished; we did some water-boarding behind our new jet skis, and we explored Lake Powell. Mary and I made love often, and James and Deanna, or James and Grace, or all three of them went below for privacy from time to time, and the three of them slept together at night in the V-berth. James must have got the hang...

Past Revisited

I was in my late thirties, college graduate and up and coming accountant, I was at my desk in my cubicle when the mail boy arrived. He handed me a package that had obviously been opened, nothing unusual about this save the fact it was clearly marked "..PERSONAL..." Items that were clearly marked for the company was usually opened and inspected for content and quality as well as to how to process what was inside. But mail marked "...PERSONAL...'was never opened, or it was, it was closed back...

Past Life

I am a 32 year old heterosexual male. This is a dream unlike any other I've had! The realism was INCREDIBLE! I was in a nightclub or cabaret from the 30's or 40's. I was sitting at a table having a drink when I realized that I was a woman! I looked down at myself and noticed a pair of very large breasts coming out of my chest! I was wearing a VERY tight silver gown that had LOTS of cleavage! I actually felt their weight on my chest and I also felt them as I cupped them with my now...

Past made Perfect

Past made perfect "So lets assume I wanted to make a man dress and act like a woman. How could I do it?" "Against his will?" "Yes." "Well, if you were being crude, you could kidnap him, drug him, and use threats of rape or other bodily harm." "I would rather something more subtle." "LIke what?" "Hypnotics." "Not terribly effective, or so I've heard." "It depends on how they're used. For example, did you know it was possible to plant a memory? To make a man remember...

Past experiences My first love

Past experiences - First love This is a story about my first love, I will write more of my experiences in time and share them. Feedback will be dearly appreciated and I will write back. [email protected] I was only 16 at the time and I enjoyed going to clubs with my older friends. Though I was clearly underage somehow I always managed to blag my way in without needing fake Id, besides I was only two years away from the legal age. With so many places to go in London we would often...

Past LivesChapter 4

When Grace and I walked into the house after leaving Dr. Crane's cocktail party, Mom was waiting for us, and she didn't look happy. She said, "Grace, a young man named Troy Crawford called you, and, Brent, Sherry Crane wants you to call her. They both sounded upset when they called, but neither of them would tell me why." She gasped. "Grace! What happened to your face?" "You explain, Grace," I said. "I'll call Sherry. Did she leave a number, Mom?" "Yes. It's on the pad next to...

Pastor Love Part 2

Standing over the prone teenager, I smiled and said, "Did that satisfy your 'needs', Janie?"Rearranging her clothes she smiled up at me and replied, "And then some, Rev.! I don't think I've ever cum that hard before! You were amazing."I wiped her juices from my beard, but the scent lingered making me uncomfortably hard. Coming to my senses, realizing the depth of depravity I'd just visited on this impressionable young girl, I stammered, "I..I don't know what came over me. I should never have...

Pastor family 19

The next morning, I wake up to Luke shaking me and telling me wewere running late. I had forgot to set my alarm. Luke had already showeredand was standing beside the bed wrapped in a towel. I so wanted to suck hisdick but I know he hates to be late. I took a fast shower and dressed.Breakfast was a banana that I grabbed on there way out the door. We raceoff in the car. We get close to my school and all I see are fire trucks everywhere.Luke gets as close as we can and the fire and smoke seem to...

Pastor rsquo s family 13

13We get to the bathroom and Luke starts the shower. He waits until I get inand he follows. He kneels behind me and says grab your ankles. I reach downand grab my ankles. This spreads my ass as he starts feeling my hole. Goddamn Mattie, you are still gaping open. Your little hole is bright red. Ifeel his fingers as he pushes around my hole. He stands up and grabs thesoap. He starts lathering my ass and cleaning me up. He reaches between mylegs and soaps my dick and my nuts and then does my...

Pastor family 11

..Saturday morning I wake up and go pee. I peeking my bedroom and Luke's isstill sleeping. He is shirtless and my sheet is covering from his waistdown. I close the door and go back to Luke's bedroom. I open the door tothe hall and John's coming out of his bedroom. He has a huge duffle bagpacked and says good morning. He tells me to come on down and letstalk. We get downstairs and John throws his duffle on the floor near theback door. We sit at the kitchen table and John says we need to talk...

Pastor John and the boss wife

John was at a party comprising pastors, deans cardinals and all sorts of other religious men and their wives. There was a lot of chatting with pompous men and very prim wives.Janice was different. Janice was dressed in a scarlet dress that finished just below her pussy. (I bet she caused a lot of gossip amongst the other wives) Janice was a free spirit. John could not figure how she became the wife of such a boring, pompous dean of the cathederal (John's boss).Janice's dress was low cut in a...

Past Imperfect

The girl walked confidently into the bar. She strode up to the stool next the guy on the end and sat down. He’s an older guy, around fifty, about six feet tall, blond hair, blue eyes and a wide-brimmed straw hat shading his light complexion. Once seated at the bar, she removed her sunglasses and ordered a margarita on the rocks. When her drink arrived she smiled demurely at the man to her left as she raised the glass to her lips.The guy she sat down next to and smiled at is me. I live alone in...

Past Desires The Beginning

Alex and Angelina met in an internet chat room for practicing pagans. Alex was 20 and Angie had just turned 18. Alex always presented himself as a strong, brash, brave character, this was what he wanted to be, though in reality, he was not. Angie too, was a timid, shy young woman, she wanted to be a strong and powerful, as her new devotion to the Goddess had inspired her to do, but given her history with rape she knew she wasn’t strong. Upon meeting with Alex, studying magick with him, they...

Past Desires

The sunlight gently creeps through the window in the early morning. The room is silent, all but for the gyrations of Angelina, sitting on the lap of her lover, Alex. Both of them drunk, Angelina is moaning and panting, rocking back in the chair, her hands on top of Alex’s on top of her breasts, trying to grind her clit into his hips, despite having her back to him, she vainly ended up trying to fuck the air around her. I hadn’t seen her in three years. Three fuckin’ years. She was like a drug....

Past Perfect

The ease with which Jacqueline Manceaux breezed through life provided a perpetual source of annoyance for Denise. She shone like the sun, even in her darkest hours, and to be fair, she had more than her fair share of them. Denise strove not to take any sort of snide comfort in the misfortune that often befell Jacquí, as she was affectionately called by the hordes of her closest friends. In contrast, Denise felt like an ogre in Jacquí’s company. On those rare days when she felt well above...

Past experiences My first love

Past experiences – First love This is a story about my first love, I will write more of my experiences in time and share them. Feedback will be dearly appreciated and I will write back. [email protected] I was only 16 at the time and I enjoyed going to clubs with my older friends. Though I was clearly underage somehow I always managed to blag my way in without needing fake Id, besides I was only two years away from the legal age. With so many places to go in London we would often move...

Past And Present

On line dating never conjured up any sort of romance or eroticism for me. It was a means to an end, to find that someone as my life moved forward, ever closer to the stage where no-one would ever be interested. At least for the moment, however, someone was interested. Matt was an attractive forty five year old. He was tall, which was just as well as I was no short-arse myself. He looked after himself, but was at that stage when paunches were becoming a fashion accessory. He was a quiet,...

Past Sexual Encounter

Sometimes I like thinking back about my past sexual experiences - replaying them in my mind can really turn me on. I've a few favourites and I've decided to make note of a few of them by writing them here. I remember once, in my mid 20's, I had just broken up with my first long term girlfriend. It was thrilling to be single again, not knowing who I may meet next.Shortly after the break up, I was at a local nightclub. I spotted a girl within my circle of friends and thought she was pretty hot. I...

Past Revisited part 2

I found myself being black mailed at work by the mail boy and his friend(s)....I had been told to get a room at a motel and await their arrival...once they arrived I asked... ".. is this all you are gonna want...nothing else..." they looked at each other and turned to me saying "...you our bitch, when we want you you are to come, do what we want you are to do, you are never to refuse us nor deny us. If you do, we tell your secrete, no one at work will ever know unless you spoil our fun..." I...

Past Life

I've been very happily married to Kate for the last five years, sex was terrific if a little predicable. Kate was still very beautiful with a slim but curvy figure; great legs and a small by shapely bust. Things changed when Kate had to go and stay with her mother because she was having her hip replaced operation and needed someone to look after her for a few weeks. I was looking for a receipt so I could finished off my monthly expenses, I had looked everywhere, so now I was looking in places...

Past LivesChapter 12

As planned, Mary joined Grace and me for tai chi at dawn. I use tai chi to meditate, which means that the slow-motion moves performed with grace and combined with proper breathing allow me to relax and look inward. I didn't meditate that morning. I fantasized. Some might argue that fantasizing is a form of meditation because to fantasize one looks inward. They'd be wrong. Watching two beautiful women wearing bikinis move slowly and gracefully as they searched for their centers produced a...

Past LivesChapter 14

"I guess Grace isn't feeling like an extra spoke anymore," I said. Mary giggled. "Nope." She rolled her feet to the deck and spied the glass of wine I'd poured for her. She strode naked to the wet bar and picked up the glass, gulping at the wine. "Are you thirsty?" she asked. "May I fix you something?" "Ice water," I said. Using tongs, she dropped some cubes in a glass and added water from a bottle. As she turned to me, I was pulling up my trunks. "Leave them off," she said....

Past LivesChapter 17

The logistics of the move weren't simple. Some of my paintings were wet, which meant they had to be moved with care, and I guess I was acting like a mother hen about them because, completely exasperated, Mary finally said, "Brent, leave everything here for now. We need to leave. Rubin will arrange to move your paintings later." "But..." "Now, Brent! Bell knows where you are. If he knows, Captain Giles knows. I'm surprised the police haven't swooped down on you with that arrest...

Past LivesChapter 20

I answered the door dripping wet and wearing a robe. "Swimming, huh?" James said. "Yeah. Come in, James. It's great to see you again. Wanna beer?" "A beer sounds good," he said. "I came to see Grace." "She not here, James. She's at the lake." He frowned. "I'll take the beer anyway." I opened a bottle of beer and handed it to him, and then excused myself, telling him that I'd be right back. Outside, I told Mary that James had arrived. "Shucks," she said. "I guess that...

Past LivesChapter 23

We landed in Santa Fe in a snowstorm. Because Santa Fe was smaller than the other cities where I'd shown my work, I'd arranged for a rental car — a big mistake. Before we arrived at the Inn at Loretto, where we'd booked our hotel accommodations, the falling snow had turned into a blizzard. I'd lived in three bodies for over 150 years, and I'd never driven in the snow, let alone a blizzard that shut out the sun and limited my vision to the hood ornament, if the sedan Hertz had given me...

Past LivesChapter 26

I felt like Mary had just knocked me to the ground by hitting me with my pickup truck, and then bumped the tires over my prone and dazed body a half-dozen times. Back and forth. Back and forth. Thump. Thump. Thump. "Before you leave, I want to become your wife," she'd said. As those words were sinking in, she added, "Nothing elaborate. A simple civil ceremony, and the wedding can remain secret; a secret between just the three of us, if that's what you want. When you return, and after...

Past LivesChapter 27

"Zi Wu Yuan Yang Yue," I said in Cantonese. "I don't think so," James said. James had asked me to name my weapon of choice for the takedown. I'd told him I'd use deer-horn knives. In ancient times, the knives were shaped like Mandarin ducks (Yuan is a male duck; Yang is female). Sometime during the last 150 years, another blade was added, giving the knives an appearance of two crescents overlapping, so they were also referred to as crescent-moon knives. I called them zi-wu...

Past curfew

Austin Drake was in trouble and he knew it!!! He frantically wove his way through rush hour traffic, but the digital clock on the instrument panel of his car told the story, it was already twenty minutes past his curfew of six o'clock and his heart raced at the prospect of getting home late!!! He literally ran from the garage through the kitchen into the living room expecting to find Ariella waiting for him with a leather whip, but instead, he found her lolling comfortably on the plush sofa...

A Summer Memory

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

A New Favorite Memory

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

A Bitter Sweet Memory

Ahhhh! It was the hot first day of May and it had been over 4 months; I had not even had a close chance to see a naked live pussy, leave alone fucking one. I was almost becoming an ass aficionado and that too a male ass for crying out loud. Whenever my cock rebelled for sex, the boys were available so easily; I mean I had a list of my boy toys and if not all, most were only a call away to have them in private naked and all secret; fucking them as much as my body would endure. I had taken stock...

MALLORY S REPRESSED MEMORY

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

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...

A Dusty Memory

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

TS In Memorial

Introduction: The good times with a passed friend TS (In Memorial)) TS entered our lives many years ago. He worked for NASA in Baltimore, MD until his parents died six months a part. He had lived with his parents all his life and was crushed by their death. He settled their affairs, collected his inheritance, bought a very nice but small motor home and headed west. His trail lead him through the south into Texas and final to Arizona where he found AHVR, a newly developing nudist resort. My...

My Favourite Memory

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

Old Memory

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

Smell of a Memory

Psychologists tell us that memory can be triggered by sensory input. I like many, accepted that fact without much thought. We can all recall times when some sight, sound, smell or taste would remind us of something from our past. Over a month ago it happened to me but unlike previous occurrences, a whole series of memories were triggered leaving me stunned, shaking, aching in my heart for what had once been but would never be again. It was late, about 1:30 AM; I was at work at my desk when an...

Rejection Is But A Memory

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

In Her Memory

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

Christmas Memory

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

TS In Memorial

TS entered our lives many years ago. He worked for NASA in Baltimore, MD until his parents died – six months a part. He had lived with his parents all his life and was crushed by their death. He settled their affairs, collected his inheritance, bought a very nice but small motor home and headed west. His trail lead him through the south into Texas and final to Arizona where he found AHVR, a newly developing nudist resort. My lady and I were helping the owner get the resort on its...

A Beautiful Memory

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

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...

Summertime Memory

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

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...

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...

Past Renewed

‘It had been 5 years since they had seen each other.’ She thought as she spied him across the way. Jason was now engaged to a beautiful actress. Annika was still quite single in the regard. Not for lack of attention, mind you, but because she knew no one would ever measure up to her first lover. He had been so thoughtful, so loving with her, and until she found someone like him again she could do without men. Oh she had an occasional fuck when the mood set in, but nothing permanent. All in...

Past Present and Future

When a person emerges from a very long relationship with one person, life feels very different. Small things such as deciding whether or not to go out and socialise can feel massive. In my case, I felt like a small pale animal that had been hibernating for many years, blinking outdoors in the sunshine for the first time in a while. The world felt vast, and I felt alone. I found what I thought might be love quite by accident. My first man other than my partner in twenty years was a famous man....

Past experiences First love 2

Two days day passed since I had talked to either Tanya or Sarah. My anger turned into sadness as I wept thinking of the event at the jazz bar. Tanya was ignoring my phone calls and I was ignoring Sarah’s. My phone rang once more and as I picked it up to switch it off thinking it was Sarah, the screen said Tanya, “hello?” I answered very anxiously. “I’ve been thinking about what happened, I don’t blame you for anything” “…really?” I was still very nervous. “Yeah we cant help how we feel...

Past experiences First love 2

Two days day passed since I had talked to either Tanya or Sarah. My anger turned into sadness as I wept thinking of the event at the jazz bar. Tanya was ignoring my phone calls and I was ignoring Sarah’s. My phone rang once more and as I picked it up to switch it off thinking it was Sarah, the screen said Tanya, “hello?” I answered very anxiously. “I’ve been thinking about what happened, I don’t blame you for anything” “…really?” I was still very nervous. “Yeah we cant help how we feel about...

Past Time to Pee

My wife and I enjoy most aspects of our sexuality, by that I mean most anything that can be done in a monogamous relationship. For instance, sex is a mostly everyday event, and usually several times in a twenty-four-hour period even after over forty-one years together. I guess that makes us old-fashioned, but that’s okay with us. We live our lives on our terms, not societies. We live naked most days, and that includes peeing together.From our second weekend together after we first met, I was in...

Past Love

I expect all husbands' wonder what our wives did before we met them, but most husbands will never know. Somehow I was lucky, or otherwise depending how you look at it. Sara had been going to this hypnotist for some weeks now to help her stop smoking. At first, I went too, but it was all so boring just sitting in the waiting room reading all those old magazines, so that after a few weeks I stopped. "Debbie is taking me but I need a ride home. Can you pick me up afterwards?" she asked one...

Past Indiscretions

Sophie and I rarely spoke of our lives before we met. I knew she had lived with a guy for a couple of years while going to college. She knew I'd had a bad experience with an ex-fiancé. What mattered to us, was that we loved each other enough to stay married for four years, the sex was still good, if not as regular as it once was and we wanted the same things out of life. We wanted a home far into the suburbs, maybe a couple of kids, and enough money to have some of the things our friends...

Past LivesChapter 2

While still in the grip of an orgasm while Terry knelt in front of me in my studio gulping my ejaculating semen with relish, I had my first glimpse of the life I lived before Jane Wilson. Once again, it was a terrifying event. I died, and it wasn't a normal death. I felt the pain of a bullet rip through my chest and heart, exploding out my back in a cone of pink mist. Terry thought I'd collapsed with pleasure. I didn't correct her mistaken assumption. During that life I'd been a male,...

Past LivesChapter 3

"Grace," I said, "you will make every other woman at the opening green with envy. That dress is stunning, but what it packages makes the dress, not the other way around." She blushed, but just under the flush or her embarrassment, I could see that my words had thrilled her. What made it easy was the fact that I hadn't exaggerated at all. "And Mom, if you looked any more alluring, Dad would need to carry a stick to beat off the men that would crowd around you instead of my...

Past LivesChapter 5

I shivered and hugged myself. I'd dutifully swum my morning laps, but the dawn of a new day in December, even in Phoenix, Arizona, is no time to sit outside by a swimming pool wearing nothing but a towel. "Let's take this inside, Mom," I said. Not long ago, I'd discovered that my mother and I enjoyed sharing a sunrise. It was also our time for serious conversations, a time when we revealed more about our inner selves, our strengths, our weaknesses, and laid these inner selves in the...

Past LivesChapter 8

I was at the studio when I received the call. "Brent," Grace said, "come home. Please come home." "What's wrong? Are you crying?" "Just come home. I need you here now." "All right, but tell me..." "When you get here," she said and broke down completely before she ended the call. I left the studio without cleaning my brushes or my hands, without setting the alarm. I did lock the door. I noticed I still wore my painting smock because the garment made climbing into the truck...

Past LivesChapter 9

Grace recovered from Mary Stewart's astonishing statement before I could close my gaping jaw. "You look tired, Mary," Grace said. "Please come in. We were about to have a hot drink. I drink coffee. Brent prefers green tea. Which would you like?" While Grace talked, she guided the Eurasian through our living room to the kitchen table near the back of the house, the place where most of our serious family discussions were conducted, both before and after our parents' death. "Tea,...

Past LivesChapter 11

Special Agent Tim Garber was a short man, five-eight or nine, with short-cropped hair, graying at the temples, a fighting bantam rooster with sharp knives strapped to his tongue, not his legs. Speaking with the man was a bloody experience. His voice grated like a dentist's drill without Novocain, and what he had to say was much ado about nothing. He spent the first half of our meeting talking about the explosive device as if Grace and I were bomb experts. I spoke English, Mandarin and...

Past LivesChapter 13

As soon as I walked into the house, I pulled Grace to the side. "I know it'll be a little crowded," I said, "but I'd like to invite James and Deanna to join us at Lake Powell for the weekend. They can fly up with us tomorrow, and fly back with Pete and Mary on Sunday evening. That will give us a chance to talk about what we want to do about Lydia Bell, if anything. I don't think we should make that decision now. The ramifications are too serious to act without a lot of thought. Besides,...

Past LivesChapter 16

Newt Kennedy looked like a college professor, the absentminded kind. His thin gray hair flew wild in every direction, and his thick spectacles magnified his dark eyes. His clothes didn't fit his gangly body, and his socks didn't match. Still, when he spoke, his sonorous, calming voice removed all the concerns I'd manufactured from his appearance and gave me comfort I needed. Right or wrong, I trusted him. The protector arriving with Kennedy said his name was Rubin Perez, a pseudonym, I...

Past LivesChapter 18

I didn't appreciate the general atmosphere at my opening at the C. Harris Gallery of Fine Arts. Financially the show was a success. When my entourage and I arrived at the gallery, sold stickers dotted all my paintings, and Craig Harris was ecstatic. At first, that's how I felt, but after I'd talked with my buyers, I realized some of them had purchased my paintings not so much for their artistic merit or investment potential but rather for the titillating fact that the artist had beheaded...

Past LivesChapter 19

Switching from a five-by-seven or larger canvas to a three-by-three painting surface took an effort to shorten my brush strokes so the finished painting would match the vision in my mind. I cursed under my breath and threw the brush on a table. Agnes's gurgling laugh echoed off the studio walls. I looked up and saw her leaning on the loft railing. "Not as easy as you thought it would be, huh?" she said. She held a glass of wine in her hand. I remembered her arriving at the studio but had...

Past LivesChapter 21

Hagar's men interviewed Grace and me, spending about an hour with each of us, and then they interviewed Mary, but not for an hour. They interviewed her over two evenings for a total of six hours. Mary had asked the investigators if I could sit in with her during her interview. Their answer was an unqualified no, and after the interview, she told me she understood why. "They took me through that night in San Francisco, Brent," Mary said. "Made me relive every second of it. It was...

Past LivesChapter 22

I was painting the next afternoon when Grace dropped by the studio. She didn't show up unannounced very often, so I was pleased to see her. Carrie was with her, and she didn't try to flirt with me, so her unintended intense sexual attraction kicked in and grabbed my dick like a clenched fist. I was wearing blue jeans, so my lengthening erection stretched out down my leg. My painting smock effectively concealed my arousal, or so I figured until I realized both Grace and Carrie had caught...

Past LivesChapter 24

At first, the logistics for Christmas Eve appeared impossible, mostly because of the number of gifts that needed to be delivered, but Mary took charge, divvied up the gift giving, and made the day manageable. Grace delivered the paintings to Desmond, our stockbroker, our accountant, the executor of Mom and Dad's estate, and her writing tutor, as well as a number of personal gifts to others from her only. Mary handled the shipping for the nine out-of-town gifts and volunteered to deliver...

Past LivesChapter 25

James didn't show up for New Year's Eve, but Grace still had a good time. She'd gone overboard on the fireworks she'd purchased. Oscar went ashore to help her set them off. Mary, Little Bundle, Agnes and I watched the colorful, noisy display from the safety of Sweet Rose. Agnes was right. Oscar was a sweet man. Little Bundle fell in love with him. He had a knack for getting down on her level, both figuratively and literally. They tussled on the floor frequently, which made Little Bundle...

Past LivesChapter 28

James and I checked into the Grand Hyatt Taipei. He'd booked a two-bedroom suite. All meetings would be in the living room area of the suite. After I put away my things and threw water on my face, I walked to the living room. James was on his encrypted cell phone. He wore a shoulder rig with what looked like an XD-9 in the holster. "Just a sec," he said and put his hand over the mouthpiece. He motioned at the sofa. "Check out the duffel." I unzipped the bag. Inside, I could see zi-wu...

Past nightmare became a dream come true

I had just turned 18 six months ago, i was fresh out of high school with the very nice, old thunderbird that my dad had bought me for graduation. With all the money i had saved up from the many checks, gifts, and jobs i had gained over the year i was off to kentucky to see my mom, brother, and all the friends i left behind just 3 long years ago. I had many worries as i crossed the county line. Nobody in that small town knew i was coming home, even my mom would be shocked since i haven't seen...

A forgotten memory

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

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A Crystalline Memory

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

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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The following story is complete fantasy. It was about three o’clock in the afternoon and I was on my way home from classes at college. Being 26, a horny pervert, and not wearing any underwear, my dick was acting up again. I was rushing to the train, thinking about which video I would jerk off to when I got home. I probably wouldn’t need a video, I usually didn’t. I’m horny all the time, I’ll admit it – heck, I think about sex constantly. I had awoken that morning with a throbbing hard-on – I...

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