Romance

Cheyenne 3

At our homecoming dance is when sexual tension started to build between us. As time progressed it got harder and harder to not kiss her. It got harder to not touch her. She would let me touch her ass and would actually put my hand on her ass. She started to wear things to show her body more and when I looked down her shirt she would just smile. She started to slip her hand in my shirt and rub my abs a lot. She would show my abs off to her friends. The school year progressed and we never had sex. But trust me we were both getting to the point that we needed to. She never spent the night anymore to the disappointment of me and my cousins. There was a lot of …

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DRIVING MISS DAISY–Part 1 of 5

“Driving Miss Daisy” >>>>>> I first met Daisy while a graduate student in college. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that she met me as she was the dominant driving force through most of our relationship. You see, I was a nerd, still am for that matter. I wasn’t ugly or fat, or even a sloppy, smelly person. I was tall at six feet three inches and thin as a rail at 165 pounds. I still have a full head of light brown hair at thirty-eight, but I have filled out a bit, the result of sitting on my ass most days at work. In all my five-plus years at the university I’d never gone on even a single date. As smart as I was, that’s just how shy I was when around …

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MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG–Part 2

CHAPTER 4 I was at work the following morning reviewing some bookkeeping for a small electronics firm when my phone rang. “Tim, Mr. Reinhardt wants to see you at two o’clock this afternoon. Be on time—he only has fifteen minutes.” “Okay, Cheryl—any idea what he wants?” “Sorry, I can’t say. Just be here on time. See you then.” She hung up as I wondered if Simon Alcott had said anything to our boss. I wasn’t worried. I had an MBA and had recently passed my CPA exams. I was sure I could find another job if necessary. I’d take my laptop with me—just in case. I was busy the rest of the day and I had barely remembered to check my watch. Shit! It was 1:58. I jumped up, grabbed my jacket in one hand …

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Beauty and The Beast: Chapter 8

The next morning The Beast left Rose’s breakfast by her bedroom door, waking her with a gentle knock and leaving before she could come out to speak to him. Half amused and half frustrated, she ate her egg, dressed in her prettiest gown, and went to find him in the garden. She found The Beast feeding chickens at the back of the house, where there was a modest coop surrounded by a low fence. Standing across the small enclosure from him, she scraped one foot in the dirt nervously and cleared her throat. The Beast looked round and saw her. His posture immediately became stiffer. “Rose. Can I help you?” “I’ve had my time to think and I’d like to talk to you.” “I see. Well I could join you for dinner if that is …

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Divine Justice II: Way to Dawn

The next day was bright and sunny. I managed to sleep in despite the multiple people moving about early in the morning. I always made it a habit to sleep late on weekends and get up extra early during the week. I woke up around ten o clock in the morning on a Sunday; that wasn’t abnormal; my family was neither religious nor strict on waking up early (unless there was vengeance to be gained in waking someone early). What was abnormal was that I woke up with someone sitting on my bed. My eyes didn’t open all the way the first time, but they opened enough for me to tell that there was someone there. I checked my surroundings: the door was shut and they were just sitting there, not disturbing my room or …

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My Little Sister is a Slut: Part 2

Point of view: Luther It was early morning when I awoke to the feeling of something warm encompassing my penis. My kinky girlfriend had decided it would be funny to wake me up with a blowjob. Once my eyes were fully open, she pulled back and smiled at me. “Good morning, honey,” she giggled. “Are you going to finish?” I asked her with expectant glee showing on my face. “Sorry, but I have work early. I just wanted to wake you before I left.” She stood up, revealing the fact that she was already wearing her work blazer. “Are you kidding me?” I was more than a little annoyed. “You love it when I tease you,” she laughed as she left the room. I stood up and chased after her. Rather than catching her at …

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Jennifer_(0)

This is my second story, constructive criticism only please! Michael Roberts parked his black Chevy Camaro in front of the Regal Cinema. He sighed and smiled to himself. Born in Pennsylvania, and raised in New Jersey, Michael had moved several times throughout his life before landing in the city of Millville where he currently resided. Making his way through High School and College, he graduated from his local County College with an Associates Degree in Criminal Justice. Following graduation he had applied to the local Sheriff’s Department where he was contacted for an interview. He went in and was one of several young men who had interviews that day. He answered questions honestly and truthfully no matter the topic. He had a feeling that the officers were impressed with him. He was dismissed and told …

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The 4 1/2 litre Bentley

“Geoffrey,” Angela shouted for the umpteenth time over the roar from the unsilenced exhaust of my classic four and a half litre Bentley as we drove from London to Aberystwyth in the usual light drizzle of the English summer. I knew what she wanted, she wanted to stop and put the hood up but I liked the feel of the wind in my hair. “Hush,” I said, “I think it is mis firing again.” “Ohhhhh!” she wailed as she always wailed, “You are impossible!” “It’s this damned pool petrol,” I said, “Damned rationing, it’s all right for lorries and the like but too low octane for the Bentley, keeps fouling the plugs, do you hear?” “No!” she snapped, “And why must you drive this, this, this relic!” “It’s not a relic, it’s a Bentley four …

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THE SECOND CHANCE-2: SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE

I had left Marie more than three months ago. It was clearly the biggest mistake of my young life—since I was sent back from the dead as a thirty-year-old. Eventually—a miserable wretch and desperate to see her again–I phoned from right outside her apartment. When she opened the door we stared at each other for almost a minute before she ran into my arms. We held each other so tightly for almost ten minutes and when we kissed I was positive I had made the right decision—it was the kiss of a lifetime. Marie had called my name and yelled, “YES! YES! YES!” when she answered the phone—the answers to any question I had for her. My last two questions were: “Do you love me?” “Oh, yes, George!” On a roll, I played a hunch. …

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PAUL LOVES ROSE–PART 4

CHAPTER 7 I learned very early why the doctor wanted me to stay home for a week before returning to school. Getting around on one leg could be exhausting. I had a lot of adjusting to do; I practiced walking up and down stairs several times every day. Port Jefferson High School was three stories high with no elevator. It was a very old building. Rose continued to bring my assignments home every day. I wanted to spend my afternoons and evenings with her, but I also knew how important it was for her to do her work. I always joined her at the dining room table to do homework even though I could just as easily do it during the day. Rose and I were seated on the couch Saturday morning when the doorbell …

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Seek The Wolf in Thyself

This is a part of a story I was writing, changed it a bit from the original story…tell me what yall think Wolferick felt the change begin. As before, it started with a pulling sensation in his mind as it grew to the predatory mind of the beast. Then came the pressure in his bone, much like when pulling out a tooth, as they warped and contorted into the time perfected frame of the wolf. His mouth itched, his ears itched, and his skin crawled as vicious teeth grew and fine tuned ears morphed and ultra sensitive fur sprouted all over his changing body.The change was over in minutes, and with it came the flooding of senses and the true mean of feeling good. He looked at himself in the calm creek, and icy blue …

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The Chauffeur (#41) The Limo Companies

The Chauffeur (#41) The Limo Companies By PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 CHAPTER 1 Getting back into LA, my mind was buzzing about the things that I saw on the trip by various limo companies. When the jet parked, there stood Fred with the trunk open, and the back door open waiting for us to deplane. Of course, my mind worried about the relationship between him and Mom. The three ladies all wished Fred a good afternoon as they got into the limo. I stopped and pulled Fred aside. “Fred, I’m surprised to see you here. Is everything alright between you and Mom?” “Sir, everything is fine. We just needed a couple of hours apart. You and Jill do this all the time, you go off on business and she stays home working like a dog …

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The Chauffeur (#51) Michael

The Chauffeur (#51) Michael By PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 CHAPTER 1 I sat in my chair at the dining room table looking at a face that I had not seen in quite a long time. Jennifer asked me, “David, what do you want me to do? Should I let him in or have him come back when we don’t have 1000 college kids here for a party?” “Let him in. But please escort him over to me at this table. I’m not as sober as I would like to be for this meeting,” I tell Jennifer. “OK, I’ll bring him over to you, but I’m getting Jill and Dakota to come to join you here at the table,” she tells me. For the first time in a long, long time I have had several drinks …

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Not Too Shab

I moved into my mothers three story apartment building on October 31st. The morning of Halloween. My fathers home was less than an hour away in a small town called City View with the irony that City View had nothing but the view of a forrest and the lake that contained the small towns water supply. When I say the word small, this would be putting it lightly. The town was madeup of my formal high school, a bank, a sonic, a harps, and a very inconvienent convienent store, The town was microscopic compared to my new city. Combs Springs. My mother lived on the third floor of the apartment building with my little brother, Traden, my step-father Aaron and my grandmother Sue. It wasnt HUGE but nor was it small considering that we had …

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Lad and Me at Christmas

You will get a sentimental feeling when you hear voices singing, “Let’s be jolly, pack my ass with border collie…” We live “out here on the edge of the prairie,” as the guy on the radio used to say, and when the wind comes rushing down the plain this time of year, there is no sweetly waving wheat; it just feels anywhere from bitterly to lethally cold. You can argue whether or not it’s the most wonderful time of the year, I suppose, but opinions aside, late December on the northern plains is cold. Taking your pants off in a drafty barn is not to be recommended. That’s a frustrating problem for Lad and me. Lad’s my border collie, my best friend, and… well, he’s far more than a friend. He’s a big, handsome, black …

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RETIREMENT–PART 3

CHAPTER 12 We rested through the afternoon and had a light dinner before retiring for the night. I read in bed while Suzanne watched TV. We had a queen sized bed with space we never used unless our sexual escapades messed up one side. Then we’d sleep on the other. We slept in extremely close proximity to each other, loving the touch of each other’s skin. We slept in the nude. We went to the country club the following morning to practice. Neither of us had even held a club for more than a month. I was just getting my coordination back so I had no idea what to expect. The first few shots were terrible. I felt like a beginner—a rank amateur. I lost my balance several times and almost fell. Those were my …

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My Mature Neighbor Natalie

The best sex I ever had was not given to me by an obnoxious drunken whore in the middle of the night. I learned a valuable lesson at the age of 22, sex is more than just penetration and propagation. Sex is about the need for one another, and who feels that need more than a lonely middle aged woman infatuated with a young, fit boy in the sexual prime of his life. This is a story not simply about a sexual encounter, but how learned to make love to a woman. Over a decade ago I moved into an apartment block, it consisted of two small housing units attached by the side. The first time I looked at the building I was thoroughly unimpressed, my real estate agent was relaying useless information about the …

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The Widow’s Pink Panties part 3

By popular demand (well….. a couple of readers asked) I’ll submit a third chapter for this series. The first two installments were limited, pretty much, to just the widow (Linda) and myself (Don). We now have to deal with family and friends… and their reactions to our ‘out of the blue’ love affair, after the death of her husband, my best friend, Joe. *********** “I’ve called all over town looking for you, mom. Where in the hell were you?” “Excuse me??? Since when do I have to report my every move to you?” “Well, I was worried about you. Since dad died, I’m the one who has to look after you.” Linda dropped her bags to the floor and wheeled to face her son, “J.J! I’m forty seven years old! I don’t need you to …

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Jane Doe. _(1)

Note: i’ve posted this story on another account but the account got deleted so i am reposting it here. I am the original author of this story. This isn’t a true story but i wish it was. Every morning on my way to school i would see this really gorgeous girl on the bus and i wish i had the chance to fuck her. My name is Judi, im 16 years old, 5’2, i have light brown hair and hazel eyes. I have a pretty firm and round butt, and i wear a B cup. Guys find me quite attractive but unfortunately i’m a lesbian. I’ve been attracted to other females ever since i was younger. On the first day of my junior year in highschool I get on the bus. A few stops later …

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My Friend’s 43y/o kinky Mother (Fixed Formatting)

This is my first ever story. Thus, I am no professional at this. However, I intend to write a hot story that is as good as the best. Unlike the majority of stories on here however, this one is actually true and happened to me when I was 19 years old in the 1990s – enjoy. My name is Arthur and my best mate, back then, was Mike. We met in the early years of high school and became best friends. Often, we would have sleep-overs at each other’s house. Our friendship continued after leaving school at 16, and we got jobs working in the same factory. Every Friday, from age 18 on, we would ‘clock off’ from the factory and get ready to hit the town’s nightlife. (In the UK, back then, you had …

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