Rock City was not a really good idea, but I guess all
in all it worked out okay. It was a joint idea that
David and I had, to run a disco in an outlying small
town on the weekends. It worked okay, but we never any
money at it. The perks were good, though.
She was there the very …
Read More →I saw her as soon as she got out of the elevator. Tall, long
brown hair. Nice legs, nice ass. No tits though. No matter, she
looked pretty hot walking across the hallway in that short skirt
she had on. I told her to be careful because the floor was wet
and she smiled at me and said thanks. Too …
1. Air Conditioner
“Unh.”
“Unh.”
“Hunh…unh!”
Again.
One more time.
Again.
One more time.
Again.
“Yeah…yeah, you like that.”
“Unh.”
Again.
“Unh.”
One more time.
“Unh.”
She takes another swing.
“Unh.”
It’s not really that I like
“Unh.”
being fucked up the ass.
Not really.
“Unh.”
Again.
“Unh.”
One more time.
“Unh.”
It’s just that that’s all we do.
“Yeah, …
Read More →It was at sunset when she meant the most to him.
They sat, always the same, on the porch outside her room. He brushed her
hair and pinned it back, careful to keep the curls lying flat against the
nape of her neck. She had always kept it like this when she had been
able to care for it herself. …
She’d had a good night’s sleep and was now awakening. Drifting, alone with
her dream, slowly reaching consciousness once more. She smiled as her dream
faded and reality started to return.
`I wonder what will happen today. Hopefully I won’t be rushed off my feet at
work,’ she thought to herself as she snuggled into her pillow again.
Her peace …
Read More →“Why are you following me?”
My voice caught; I was much too nervous to answer. I wanted, needed to
ask her out, but I felt too shy. I first saw her standing on the bus.
Couldn’t miss her actually. I was seated and, the bus being crowded, she
had to stand. She stood with her back to me, her backside …
She looked like a 1930’s gun moll. Sitting alone in the bar like that.
Smoking her cigarette.
Or rather she looked like a 1930’s era actress playing a gun moll.
Tough, sexy, sophisticated. Smarter than all the stiffs she hung
around. That kind of thing.
I had to laugh. She probably never heard of a ‘Gun Moll’. I could just…
Read More →Monday:
Jeff said, “Thanks for coming over. I think I’m doing something
wrong. Can you help me?”
“Sure,” Carol replied, “What’s going on?”
“When I try to import a new document into the system, I’m getting
this weird error message. I’m not sure what it means.”
“Let’s take a look. Oh, I see what that is. You aren’t doing anything…
Read More → “You heard about Nancy Jenson, didn’t you?” I was out raking our front
yard and our neighbor Diane was talking to me. I hadn’t known she was
acquainted with Nancy Jenson and briefly wondered whether she was
talking about the one that I knew.
“You know Nancy?” I finally asked.
“Yes. You heard that she and her husband are separating, …
Read More →My fingers told them of my urgency and they responded in the ways I
knew spoke of their own need.
He, in his usual, direct, ‘I want you NOW’, fashion speared his nose
into my crotch and started licking and probing. He wanted one thing,
for me to roll over onto my knees and present myself for him.
She, on …
Read More →“It will be splendid to have a fine, strong young man about the house,
Mr. Brandywine,” said Mrs. Dalrymple, as she took Corky’s hands in
hers.
There was something unnerving about the half-smile that darted across
her face as she looked at him sidelong. Corky didn’t quite remember
the moment when he had agreed to become a boarder at Mrs. …
As I lay in bed after my first orgasm ever, plus especially since it
was my friend next to me on the bed. I was speechless for one of the
few times in my life. I had no clue what to say. “Thanks for the
orgasm”, somehow that just didn’t seem fitting. As it turned out I
didn’t have to …
Laurel jumped nervously as the big lights came on and Dean’s pants crumpled to the floor. Dean tore off his tee shirt and bent to remove his shoes and socks. Laurel’s breath caught in her throat as she saw the man’s huge arms and chest, and he wished that they were alone – and in love – in this lousy …
Read More →I read a book when I was a kid, it was about a boy in ancient Rome and how he was made a slave and spent the next twenty years being dragged across Europe. I always remember that story because it so closely mirror’s my own existence. I say existence because I don’t believe what I have endured since my …
Read More →I was a cute young, naive college co-ed, and she was handsome.
I’d never felt attracted to a woman before or since, but she put
off a masculine kind of vibe, and I found myself drawn to her.
She smiled at me from the other side of the classroom, and then
turned her attention back to our boring chemistry professor.…