Rob's Story Part 3: Year of Living Dangerously You don't need a history lesson. You are not reading this for some dry facts. If I was a betting man, and I am, I would say you are reading to see how fast I show what a shallow little slut I am, and how fast I wound up on my knees or on my back. Be patient. There is plenty of time for that. I was still han...
Sue's 1962 red Impala convertible had a pillow in the backseat, which Eddie Perry found quite convenient to place under her lower back so she could comfortably recline in the back corner of the seat behind the driver's position. She was maneuvered so that she could spread and bend her legs to enable him, naked, to take most of his weight on his knees, betwee...
My Gap Year. My name is Hamish Macbeth, apart from having a really crappy name, I have wild bushy red hair that's always untidy and needing cut, blue eyes which means I am in the one percent of the red haired population category, five foot eight and a wee bit in height, weight not too bad but could lose a few, or so, pounds. Not very outwardly going, always...
If I'd known the weeks would become months--and how they would end, I would've killed myself. Or at least that's the way I thought in those days. A botanical research trip to the jungles of Colombia was planned as a two-week summer jaunt, something to write papers about, post pictures on the university's website. I spoke Spanish, I'd lived in Mexico, I had...
I had been working on the series for a year when they announced that the lead was leaving. I had worked with him in harmony for a bit. But once he found out I was gay he kept me at arm's length and if I blew a line or a cue he'd mutter something about fags blowing everything/everyone else so why not? I campaigned, heavily for to replace him in his role, and...
My first week as a full fledge AOK and last week of the semester was for the most part uneventful. I remained under house arrest and only got to leave the frat house three times. Twice for exams and once to organize the packing of my things at the apartment. The pledges were assigned the task of packing and moving my stuff to my new room. Since I was going t...
I've been in this part of the Mid East for 20 years, first in the service and now as an employee of a company that contracts to the government. We work as guards and for the past 6 years we've been walking around carrying guns and guarding a neighborhood of bombed out houses from looters. Which is actually pretty funny. Unless someone discovers a thriving un...
Chapter One : The Voice I had been coming to this little Café, alone, every day after work, for more years than I cared to remember. The entire staff knew me and knew I liked to be left alone once I was served. I tipped generously for their inattentiveness. It was my quiet sanctuary. My place to unwind from my busy day and read the paper without any distrac...
Note to Papa's fans from the family: Papa Izzie is no longer with us. He succumbed to a pulmonary embolism 12/13/2017 in Sydney NSW Australia. He left his body to the research project he was part of. He did this in hopes it could save others in the future. The rest of his body was cremated and returned to the U.S. where his urn and Daddy Aza's urn were unit...
John Dungan, the third son of Archibald, the Baron de Blaguere, of Ardkill, Londonderry, was a man of few words but of precipitous action. When the Irish potato famine started destroying the lives and working ability of the families producing the Irish whiskey at his family's distillery in Londonderry—and particularly in challenging his endurance at watching...