Rose and Denny

Dennis Bragger pulled his shiny two year old Mercedes out of his garage, attached to his modest five room ranch house, and hit the door closer remote hanging from the driver’s side sun visor. He had lived in this small and comfortable home for the past ten years. With his last two substantial raises at the brokerage house, along with his selling commissions, he knew that he could afford a larger house in a more affluent neighborhood but he was quite content with what he had.

The five rooms was more than enough for a bachelor living alone. He spent his extra money on stock investments that he monitored closely and on clothes. His closets were filled with expensive custom made suits, along with top quality slacks, shirts and accessories. Denny was a very content forty years old man.

In his mind his only shortcoming was the lacking of a female companion. He yearned for the intimacy of a relationship. He knew that because of the way he dressed and his mild manner most of his neighbors assumed that he was gay. But, he was not gay. He wanted a woman to lavish gifts on, share his free time with and yes, to be intimate with.

He pulled out into the quiet street, proceeding to the stop sign at the end which connected to a very busy main drag. Denny looked over at the nearby bus stop and was surprised to see his attractive neighbor Rose Dunn standing in the frigid temperatures moving her feet back and forth in an attempt to keep warm.

Denny pulled his car around the corner even though it was not his planned direction. Breakfast could wait. He lowered the passenger side window as he pulled up to the bus stop. “How about a ride Rose?”

She was thankful to get out of the cold wind. She smiled a big smile at Denny as she opened the car door and slid in. Her heavy winter coat opened far enough as she dropped into the seat for Denny to get a good look at her long stocking covered legs. Rose was aware that her coat was partially open and her skirt had ridden up to mid thigh as she tried to arrange her body in the seat. The best she could do was to arrange her coat to cover one of her trim legs.

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Miriam

Her name was Miriam and she was my first, though I can only write the story here as I doubt my family would understand as Miriam is also my aunt and still married to my uncle. She may be in her seventies today, but some things are better not mentioned, save only in the mind as cherished memories. It took place back in the 1970′s when the sexual revolution was just gaining ground from the swinging sixties. Though compared to today it was a far more innocent age and sex was more or less confined to the men’s magazines as far as any young male was concerned. Though I did know what a naked woman looked like, air brushing and some very weird rumours via word of mouth still held sway in many teenagers brains. Sex after all was what you did when you were married and most young girls of my age (16) were not easily approachable nor interested in sex as such. Well, not that I could fathom, it wasn’t as if I ever came out and asked. I had a tendency to simply get tongue tied in their presence as it was. Yes, I was a shy young boy, still a virgin, like I suspect all my male classmates, despite some outrageous claims by the boys, though possibly not the girls. Then again they’d never admit they weren’t virgins, reputation meant a lot in those days.

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Juvenile Lesbians

“For the aforementioned crimes, and a pattern of violence, I hereby sentence you to serve the remainder of your childhood, 3 years, 4 months, and 16 days, in the juvenile detention facility. Do you understand, Miss Crawford?”

“Yeah, Judge,” Sarah said with an air of unconcern. She was scared shitless, but she wouldn’t let it show, not in front of that asshole.

“I suggest you be more respectful,” Mrs. Uleo, her worthless lawyer whispered urgently.

“Why, the asshole already screwed me, why kiss his ass now?”

“If you continue with this attitude, I’m afraid I can no longer represent you, young lady.”

“Wow, no shit? Do me that favor, will you? You lazy piece of shit. If I had a real lawyer I wouldn’t be going to detention now, would I. No wonder your ass is free. Go ahead, run,” Sarah called as her lawyer packed her things and ran for the door.

“Worthless piece of shit,” Sarah growled, loud enough for the entire room to hear her. “I’ll look your ass up when I get out, bitch!”

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Randevous Gone Wrong

Jennie Marie Jenkins almost seemed to have a long-distance relationship with her husband. Things had not always been that way, but they had become addicted to their cell phones. They both spent time away from each other for long times because of their work. They could communicate easily through text messaging.

She had married a man who was quite a bit older than herself. She was about twenty five and he was almost fifty at the time. Things were pretty good for a while. They had been pretty inexperienced when they married. Her husband, Joe was a bit of an introvert and geek who buried himself in his work.

Joe was a good provider. He made good money as a professor at the local college. He also made a good deal of money on the side as a motivational speaker. Jenny did not care for his time away from home, but it was a trade-off. Less time together, but more income for things they both enjoyed.

As Joe got older, it became more and more difficult for him to get aroused. Jenny didn’t care for sex that much, but took it as a personal affront that he was not that interested. She felt a little guilty that it was getting difficult for him to get aroused. She tried hard to be accommodating to him. If he wanted her to dress a little sexier, she was a little reluctant, but would try to accommodate him if it wasn’t too outrageous. Lately, it was getting a little more outrageous. Whatever he asked for generally got him going for several months.

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Wedding Reception

I hadn’t been back to my hometown for almost ten years, not since high school graduation. A close friend was getting married and so I made the trip back for the big celebration. I was looking forward to seeing old friends and visiting some of the local haunts.

On the flight back I remembered my next-door neighbor, Mrs. Allen. She was a beautiful woman in her early thirties, a brunette with a small, slim body, and of course, she smoked.

Mrs. Allen spent a lot of time sunning herself in the backyard and I spent a lot of time watching Mrs. Allen. I was hoping to see her at the wedding.

Sure enough, she was at the church, sitting two rows in front of me. My eyes kept returning to her, her hair was cut short and revealed her lovely neck. Best of all, she was sitting alone.

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Bathtime

Summer sun had arrived and that meant it was time for our summer break from school. We’d take it in turns, me and Jamie, to sleep over at each other’s houses during the summer recess. I particularly liked staying at his house because I secretly had a major crush on his mom.

She was about 30 or 35 I think, had a small cute body, always wore tight clingy clothing, and had a gorgeous pair of tits, but they were firm and would jiggle whenever she moved. She made my cock twitch constantly, at 14 pretty much anything of the female persuasion made my cock twitch!

During summer break we’d stay at each other’s house for a week at a time, this week we were at Jamie’s house. It was Tuesday, about 9pm in the evening and I was going to have a bath before going to bed, Jamie was feeling slightly sick so his mum gave him some medicine and sent him off to his bed early, and he was out like a light.

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Collette

She danced with beauty and grace. Her 18-year-old body was at its bloom of womanhood, and was the envy of all the others in her class. She was dancing in what would be her final recital with this dance company, as the following Autumn would bring her to a distant state and university.

Her 20-year-old brother sat in the audience, enjoying the show. He had laughed at the 4 and 5-years-olds doing their cute dances in their cute outfits, some taking center stage, still others crying for their mommy, afraid of being in front of so many strangers. He sat patiently through all the “grades” of the evening… beginners tap, beginners ballet, beginners jazz, all the way up to just before the final-. The last dance was with the graduating Seniors and the head dance instructor, the owner of the studio. Many of the girls going off to college had been with the instructor since they, themselves, were the cute 4 and 5-year-olds, a few of them accepting assistant roles with the nearly three dozen different dance classes.

Collette was one of them. She had started dancing almost as soon as she could walk, and her parents had enrolled her into classes as soon as it was feasible. After that, there was no turning back for her. She had a passion for dance and felt the need to make it her life’s work. That’s why she had decided to go so far away to the Big City for college.

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Nancy Wanted It

“No, no no! Don’t do this!” Nancy shrieked, clenching her fists under her chin, her eyes filled with tears of frustration. They just weren’t listening, and she couldn’t shake their resolve at all. She would have run, if she could. But Joani, standing behind her chair, had a tight grip on both shoulders, and was pressing down firmly. At her left side, Cindy had her fist doublewrapped good and tight in Nancy’s long curling brown hair, holding her head back. And in front, standing over her, patiently waiting for this outburst to stop, Marly held the shiny metal handcuffs, swinging them gently to and fro between pinched fingertips.

“Yes, we will,” Joani whispered in Nancy’s ear.

Marly nodded confidently. “We can, and we will. Don’t try to deceive us, Nancy. We know that you want to do this, very badly. We have your boyfriend Gregory’s word for it, and we’ve read your personal journal over very carefully…”

Nancy’s face reddened. With anger, and shame. How dare they!

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Morning After

We met in a bar where we danced the whole evening. She was a nurse from the nearby hospital and wanted to relax after a hard day’s work. When she asked me back to her house I agreed, of course. The sex we had was good but not fantastic. After, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

When I woke up I could feel her naked body spooning against my back. As I stirred, I felt her arm around me and her hand grasping my morning erection. Turning around, I laughed and said, “good morning.”

She squeezed my cock, leaned over me and gave me a sexy wet kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth, and her hand stroked my cock. For a moment, I wondered why she hadn’t been as forward and sexy last night. Perhaps she is a morning person or maybe was too tired after work and a long evening. I returned the kiss and probed her mouth with my tongue.

She crawled over me and pressed her naked body against mine. My cock lay between her thighs which she pressed hard against me; she was much hotter this morning than she was yesterday. She was already good last night, but now she was red hot. I broke the kiss and moved my mouth to her soft breasts which I had so liked yesterday. They weren’t there!

“My God!” I cried opening my eyes for the first time and saw what I had found so sexy. She had not lost her wonderful full breasts because she wasn’t there. Instead, there was this young girl whose breasts wouldn’t fill an A sized bra. I leaped out of the bed and stared at this enchanting young woman of about fifteen or sixteen years. Naked as the day she was born, she lay in the bed looking at me.

I suddenly realized that I too was naked, and she was looking at my hard cock.

“Come back to bed” she said, speaking for the first time. “I want to play some more.”

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Sweet Sarah

I missed you today. Yesterday, too.

I usually see you sometime during the day. You are there, in the ops room, behind the almost soundproof glass, either when I arrive, sometime while I’m there or before I leave.

Yesterday I missed you because I went out the back door and you were on the swing shift. I checked the log and found out you were in. That’s good – I was afraid you might have left without me ever getting a chance to say much more than “Hello,” or “Which machine has a connection to this printer?”

Your smile lights up my whole day. We’ve barely met, exchanged “Hi, how are you”s and smiles and waves. I’d like to take you to lunch.

“But you’re married,” you point out.

“I said lunch,” I return with a smile. “Just lunch.”

“Why?”

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