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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 |
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I am standing outside. I am standing next to a large stone wall. It looks like a gate entrance to some grand place. The stone is small and layered though the wall is about 2 feet thick. The gate is wrought iron and there is a road leading up and through. I have no clue as to where this could be. It is late Fall or possibly Winter. There are leaves on the ground and many tall trees around are bare. It is an empty or groomed forest that is outside of the wall. There are no shrubs or bushes beneath the many tall trees. Just flat ground covered with leaves. I am casually leaning against the wall near the gate and I feel as if I am waiting for someone. My arms are folded. It appears to be about 10 or 11 o'clock in the morning. It is not cold out though. I am comfortable in long pants..... the image of what I am wearing keeps flip flopping between wearing a long grey wool coat and wearing a short jacket that looks like a uniform coat. I may have waited at this gate more than once. My gut instinct tells me that I am a teenager in this memory though I am unsure. The uniform jacket is something I do not recognize. The front seems to end at my waistline unlike the uniform of the WWI military. Someone comes through the gate.... a blonde girl about 15 years old. She is wearing a black coat that has a capelet attached to it. The coat also has a hood. I didn't think it was that cold. She has blue eyes, rosy cheeks, full lips, a sweet smile --- she is kind of like a young version of the lady that plays 7 of 9 on Star Trek Voyager. Very Pretty. Her dress is pink and has a white round collar with lace. More white lace is sown about the dress. She is wearing black stockings and black lace up boots. Wow. I think she is very attractive. The way she smiles at me and looks intently at me with those bright blue eyes. I reach for her hand and she is wearing white gloves. I say something to her and she nods and replies something in return. With her hand in my right I walk with her down the road. It is Saturday or a Sunday and we are allowed to go into town. Why I know that? I am unsure but that is how and why I am with this girl. There is a small town or village nearby and that is where we are going. The town is old and has been there for at least 500 years or more. The streets are cobbled or bricked. I can feel the sunshine upon my face as I walked with this girl down the street past a couple of shops. A shop in particular stands out in my mind. It is upon reaching this shop that has a white front that I realize that this town is in the hills. The road starts to slope upon reaching this point. There are also many tall trees and hills around this town/village. The blonde girl and I seem to be having a wonderful day and we seem to be quite comfortable with each other. She is so pretty and the color of her hair is such a pretty golden blonde. The day is still early. We stop and I turn to her and take her hands into mine. I look her in the eyes and say something. It is as if I am making sure of something. It is like I am making sure that she is in agreement with me about something. I have no idea what. We go inside a shop that is some kind of bakery or deli. They sell cheese and bread. I think the girl and I are planning on going on a picnic. There is a basket in which we are putting this stuff into. I pay the lady who is behind the counter. She is heavy set, brown curly hair showing underneath some kind of muffin cap. This woman eye me in a funny manner from behind the counter as if she doesn't like me or trust me for some reason. (I may have come to this shop with other girls in the past.) This bakery lady is about 40 years old and squints at me in a disapproving manner. I wonder why she is scowling at me and take the blonde girl and our cheese and bread out of the shop. I feel kind of annoyed. I also have the impression that this is not the first time I have encountered this woman. I decide to see if I can get some one to sell me a bottle of wine. For some reason the girl seems impressed with me. I am not sure why. ****Warning Sexual Content****** I am unsure as to what happens during the day, but I do have a flash of her and I being in that small town around 3 or 4 o'clock. The light in the sky has changed and moved and we are still wearing the same clothes. I also got a memory flash about the girl's black stockings as I typed up the memory. I get the distinct impression that I may have had the opportunity to examine exactly how far her stockings went up. I am laying upon a hillside above where the town is located and the view is terrific. There are pine trees mixed in with the other kind of trees. She and I are relaxed upon the hillside. I am leaning forward to kiss her sweet soft lips. She is lying now on her back and looking up at me. I am massaging her left leg which is free since she is lying on her right side. I am gently moving my hand up her stocking, The stockings are kind of thick which is pretty good considering that the sun is dipping behind the hillside and the temperature has dropped. I want to feel her flesh and not the stocking fabric. I finally reach skin just above her knee. She just looks at me sweetly and I kiss her again. I continue to kiss her as I let my hand explore a little further up her leg. I push her dress up and gentle press my body against hers. I am certainly turned on by her kisses and beauty. She pulls me close to her and touches my face with her finger tips. She seems to be unsure whether she should allow me to proceed. She can feel how hard my manhood has grown and the fact that I am pressed up against her body. I am really turned on, but I am not about make her do anything that she didn't want to do, as much as I would really like to. She decides not to let me do anything more. It may have been half of the bottle of wine that we drank that made her wonder if she really wanted me to make love to her. I think she wanted to be sure it was her decision and not the wine talking for her. I help her up and brush "the forest" off of her clothing. I brush off my clothing also and it suddenly becomes very apparent that I am very erect. She looks at this and I am a little embarrassed but I couldn't help it and I shrug my shoulders. She walks up to me and put her arms around me. She hugs me warmly and kisses me, and then much to my surprise she gently reaches for my groin and softly touches me there. I think I almost swallowed my tongue, I was so surprised. I didn't expert her to do that after saying that she didn't want to do "it". She then asked me how long would it stay that way. I gulped out a reply that it would stay that way for quite a while and would continue to do so especially with her touching me like that. Suddenly, I feel as though I have completely lost control of the situation and she has taken charge of it. She begins to unbutton my trousers and kneels down before me. I think my eyes must have popped out of my head and my mouth fell open as she....... did something that really surprised me. I thought I was going to faint from ecstasy. My breathing became very erratic and I may have almost hyperventilated. After she made me....... reach pleasure. I fell to my knees and tried to catch my breath. I suddenly realized that I was definately not the man in charge of this situation. My pretty blonde girl knew exactly what she was doing and how to make my bells ring. I also get the impression that she was very pleased with the results of her oral techniques on me. She also made some comments about how she was pleased with the size of my male parts. I think I had really thought that she was a sweet innocent girl. Not that I didn't find her any less pleasing than before, but I think I was surprised by the fact that she fooled me so easily. I think this was a learning experience. I don't think I ever assumed that I knew what a girl was like ever again. |
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