The Gypsy’s Curse

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Virginia Fearnley was the sweetest, kindest young woman you could imagine. She worked as a sales assistant at a shoe store, but in her spare time she volunteered at a local charity that fed and clothed homeless people. So when she saw the shabby little homeless man, while walking from the shoe store to the car park at the end of a long day, she immediately dug for her purse. She had hoped to offer the man a five-pound note, but her face fell when she found that she did not have nearly that much loose change. "Here," she said,...

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Summer with Granny I’ll Never Forget

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I looked out the train window at the blur of green landscape as it passed. Going to stay with grandma had always been one of my fondest memories as a kid, the train ride just the beginning to a wonderful summer spent with her on her farm in northern Connecticut. Just me and her, lazing away the days and enjoying each other's company. For seven straight years from the time I was seven years old to fourteen I stayed with her, and for those summers we were inseparable. From the ages of sixteen to eighteen however, I spent my summers...

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Sunning Grandma

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My mother had asked me to stop by her mother's house on  my  way  home from my friend's house to pick up a crocheting book.  Both  my  mother and my grandmother were really into crocheting, and they traded  these cornball little magazines with all kind of  intricate  little  designs and patterns in them.  The magazines came with not only pictures,  but detailed instructions, written in code, on how to crochet whatever you wanted.  Don't spread it around, but I had even tried it myself.  It's not a masculine thing to do, true, but it sure was interesting. I stopped by...

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Taking Care of Nana

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Once my mother asked me if I would mind spending the weekend helping my Nana around her house as her live-in nurse had to take off for the weekend for personal reasons. I said that it would be fun, plus I would not have to take the long 12 mile bus ride home, I could walk the several blocks to school on Friday and then walk back to school Monday. So when Friday morning came, I packed clean cloths for school on Monday along with my PJ's (had to stay inside with Nana so thought PJ's would be more than...

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Squirting With Grandma

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Squirting With Grandma When I was 18, my parents had me stay with my grandmother for a month one summer. She lived alone in a small house on the poor side of town. I was there to repaint the house, which needed a lot of work. It was a particularly hot and humid July when I temporarily moved in with my grandma for a month to repaint her house. My home was three hours away so my parents thought it would be best for me to stay there until I finished the job. The house was small, two bedrooms, and...

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She Knew Boys

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When I was 18, I accompanied my parents on a out-of-town trip to attend an Uncle's wedding. We arrived late the night before the wedding after a two-day car journey. We were staying at a hotel near the church where the wedding was held. My parents dropped me off at my grandmother's house and went out shopping for a last minute wedding present. My grandmother, Grandma Rose, lived alone in an old, modest house. My father was one of 11 boys that my grandmother raised. No girls in that family. I remember staying there as a child. She used to...

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Sammy’s Hot Summer Ch. 1: The New Neighbor

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   When I first saw that big yellow moving van backing into the driveway, I was angry, I'll admit it.  Up till three months before, and from the day I was born, my best friend Kevin had lived next door to us.  Then his father got some great new promotion at work.  Next thing I knew they were moving to Florida, right in the middle of the school year.  When you're 13, and you lose your best friend, it's kind of like losing an arm or a leg. Especially when summer vacation rolls around, and your best friend was the...

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Sammy’s Hot Summer Ch. 3: A New Arrival

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   The next morning, as I walked into the kitchen, I found myself faced with the odd dilemma of being both relieved and terribly disappointed.  The first, because my mother hadn't decided to take another day off from work. The second, because as I glanced out the window, I noticed that Bethany's car wasn't parked in front of her house.  Which meant she wasn't home. Which meant I wouldn't be going over there for some new sexual thrill this morning.  Oh well.      After a moment of sadness, I realized I was being kind of silly.  For all I...

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Sammy’s Hot Summer Ch. 6: New Developments

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   That night, I had a strange dream.  In it, I was sitting on the couch late at night, watching TV.  I heard a noise upstairs, like something pounding.  I looked around for my baseball bat, and could only find a tiny one I'd received during "Bat Day" at a Phillies game once.  Stupidly believing that it would protect me, I ventured up the stairs.  The noise grew louder, and I promptly realized it was coming from behind my parents' door.  Dreading what I would see -- my parents having sex or something -- I was nonetheless unable to help...

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Sammy’s Hot Summer Ch. 7: Personal Growth

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   The next morning, I woke up with a woody.  This, of course, wasn't really unusual.  After all, I was 13 years old.  Any morning following any night that I didn't have a wet dream -- and even some when I did -- I could count on having a rager in my underwear as I rolled out of bed.  The usual result of this was that I'd have to stand over the toilet for at least five minutes, waiting for my erection to die down, so that I could take my first leak of the day.  It was a ritual...

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Panties

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Why do they commonly and generally refer to the singular of panty in the plural, as in panties? That always struck me as odd. Yet, now that I am so accustomed to writing panties instead of panty, when I write panty, it just does not sound correct. I end up changing it back to panties. This story is about the only fetish that I think that I have and that being, panties. I do not think that I have another fetish. Well, now that I think of it, I am definitely a tit man. I love tits, big tits, medium...

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Not Your Average Grandma

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To the rest of our family, Grandma Rose was - let's be charitable and use the word "eccentric". In the words of my mother, my father's mother was a "nuttier than a fruitcake" and often suggested that she be put in a rubber room somewhere. To me, Grandma Rose was a breath of fresh air in a family that had more than their share of stuffed shirts and snobs. The beauty of Grandma Rose was that you never knew what she was going to say. She would come up with the wackiest comments, or make the most bizarre Malaprop's you...

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Oedipal Nurse

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At 13, I went into the hospital for a hernia operation. My nurse, Cathy W., seemed old to me then, although now I realize she was in her 30s, not unattractive, just very plain. By this time, my experience with women was a Playboy and nudist magazine my best friend had shown me. The thing I noticed is, it seemed to me, there were only two types of breasts: ones sporting large areola and rather flat nipples, or ones with small areola accompanying protruding nipples; more on this later. Anyway, the night before my surgery, Nurse Cathy, who was efficient...

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Older Lady Flash

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Had good and bad experiences. At a very quiet clothes optional beach there was a lady, mid 60s who was walking by as I was coming out of the water with a hardon. She stopped to ask me if the water was cold and continued to elicit conversation about the beach and such which eventually turned into me and being nude. She went on to tell me the reason she walks the beach is to see nice looking men naked. It was kinda weird, it was like standing their in the buff talking to my grandmother (with a 80% hardon)....

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Older Woman Nextdoor Hanging Laundry on the Line

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Linda carefully hung the sheets and clothes on the backyard line to dry. Of course she had a clothes dryer but it couldn’t match the fresh smell the summer breeze imparted to the clothes. Besides, hanging the laundry in her backyard was a pleasant, leisurely activity that she enjoyed on these warm mornings. The only sound was the gentle breeze in the trees and the birds singing. At 57, Linda was, as she often told herself, ‘terribly typical’. She was a mom with two grown and married kids, one of whom had recently made her a grandmother. Her very natural...

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Omelets for Breakfast

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Mom and Dad split for a short vacation, leaving me to stay with my grandmother. That was no big deal; I had stayed with her a number of times, and really enjoyed her company. She always fixed me a nice breakfast early in the morning and wake me up. There wasn't much to do --- school was out for the summer, and neither one of us had any great plans for the summer. We did, however, like to stay up late at night and watch movies on the television. Sometimes, we would go rent a movie or two. My grandmother,...

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One Last Summer With Gram

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I looked out the train window at the blur of green landscape as it passed. Going to stay with grandma had always been one of my fondest memories as a kid, the train ride just the beginning to a wonderful summer spent with her on her farm in northern Connecticut. Just me and her, lazing away the days and enjoying each other’s company. For seven straight years from the time I was seven years old to fourteen I stayed with her, and for those summers we were inseparable. From the ages of sixteen to eighteen however, I spent my summers...

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Neighbor’s Phone Strip

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Phillip watched Donna through his living room window, as she talked to his mom and dad in the fading light. After his parents got in the car with his sister and drove away, he continued watching Donna in her yard, smoking a cigarette. The pretty brunette neighbor must have just arrived home from work, looking dressed up in her black skirt and white blouse. Philip was told that Donna was over fifty, but it was hard to believe. She was so slender and trim. Just look at those legs! And she has grandchildren! Everything about her, her walk, her movements,...

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My Story (How my panty fetish developed)

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(How my panty fetish developed) The day was very hot and I came in from playing just in time to get a bath from my mother. It seems strange to say that, but I was very young at the time, but the events that took place that day altered the rest of my life. After the bath my mother could not find any of my underwear to put on me, so she gave me a pair of my older sister's pink (or peach) rayon panties. I did not want to wear them, but my mother and an aunt that was...

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My Mother in Law’s Hidden Assets

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I just had to write about this one. If you had one word to describe my mother-in-law the word would be prude. She is a great mother-in-law and an even better grandmother but I never knew she took such care in trying to hide her assets. What I mean by this is her huge boobs. I always thought that she was rather lacking in that department. My wife has big ones and of course that means nothing genetically, but my sister-in-laws are all well endowed too. One time this last summer the in-laws were over visiting my kids. It was...

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