I was transiting in a Middle East airport on the way to Thailand from Europe. Another of my college buddy was already in Bangkok. He had told me about all the happy ending massages and I could not wait to get there. At 18, I was horny like hell just thinking about the amazing sex – I had even tried to masturbate on the plane thinking about the women! Little...
4 Swan Point Cemetery was at the north end of Blackstone Boulevard, a very ritzy section of Providence. H.P. Lovecraft is buried in a smaller cemetery just a little further to the north, a stone's throw over the wall in Swan Point. Nettie brought us toward the family plot but had to stop a couple of small paths away. I could see the crane that was normally...
This story is a slow boil...but I hope you enjoy it. This may contain story lines of race that may be offensive to some of you. Please stop reading if it does and find another story more suitable for you. Part 1 My name is Nick, and at 6"2" I'm fairly tall for an Asian guy. It's probably why people sometimes think I'm Samoan or something like that, especia...
It happened again last night. Carol had brought her two boyfriends home with her. Ian and Jay, both at nineteen years of age, became the hot topic in her bedroom. The three of them experienced a repeat of their most intimate encounter. Carol had known both of these young men since February, and now she didn't have any regrets. Their current relationship prog...
Cal nosed the mule under the bar as he turned into Heaven. Looking up, he saw the weathered chunk of wood on which he'd carefully carved the word "Paradise" when he'd first come to live with the Cowdens. Looking beyond that, up the length of the valley and then even higher, up the flanks of snowcapped Hahn's Peak, his heart went zing as it always had at the...
"Well, look who we have here." Clint Folsom knew without even looking up that Inspector Sigmund Frist had recognized him. "Hello, Sig," he answered, gesturing for his old acquaintance to take a seat in one of the velvet-upholstered barrel chairs in the Alexander Lounge. It was after dinner on the MS River God. The ship was still tied to the dock at Rudeshe...
The young, drunk construction worker staggered out of the Bourbon Street pool hall at three in the morning, assured that the resilience of his strong body would permit him to be walking the high beam at the construction site by seven, with only a couple of hours of sleep. He headed east on Bourbon and used Urselines to drop down to Chartres, where strong han...
Weeks passed since that time in the theater. I suppose a mixture of guilt and being seen there by friends kept me away. I had also met Linda on campus. Linda was a striking redhead who was one of those women who looked great whether she was all dressed up for a night out or lazing about her dorm room in sweats. God, she was gorgeous. Looking back, I guess it...
I met Frances (Siss) Buenoat at the local 'Learn-to-dance' studio. At age nineteen, she was about six months older than me. There were two occasions during my time with Frances that I could have made more progress in my social life. Once she told me she was at home 'all on my lonesome'. In a round-about way, I was invited to visit her at home with her paren...
As you guys know (or those who read my blog) I have recently moved up to the Sunshine Coast. It is in Australia, on the east coast, north of Brisbane in the state of Queensland. I have always wanted to live up here because it is laid back, the weather is beautiful (that might be why they call it the Sunshine Coast) and the beaches are great. Me moving up he...