This is a true story as sent to me in a reader's email and phone call. I've lived with this for 63 years, long enough that now I don't give a damn. I'll tell the story. Have to let it out. Back in 1944 a special operations team flew from England to Norway to blow up a super-secret Nazi heavy-water facility. The plant had avoided detection in a mountain abo...
I'm old enough now that I can tell this story. I planned never to confess it, but now I'm 98, so what the hell. In early 1944 I was 35, a US Army medic with our forces in Italy. I have Type AB-negative blood, the rarest type, and a flash message came in to our unit asking me to give blood for some government official injured in London in one of the V-2 rock...
Wednesday, December 21st, 1988 Kyle picked up the dishes from the supper table as Mike pulled on his leather jacket and boots. Kyle heard the zip of the jacket and then felt Mike come behind him, wrapping his bear arms around. Mike softly nuzzled. "So you're off for a week?" Mike asked. Kyle nodded happily, nuzzling the furry paws. "I'm going to be tidy...
They're always looking at my ass. Those big bodybuilders at the gym where I work out. It's flattering of course, but a little unnerving too. Like those two guys today, standing behind me over by the bench press weights -- I could see them in the mirror. They were talking and cracking jokes, and I'm sure they were eying my body from behind. That big hairy Ita...
A familiar tightening in his stomach, and clenching in his balls, made him pop his eyes open suddenly. He knew what was about to happen and he reached out to grab Logan's wrist in an attempt to stop him. Logan squeezed tighter and suddenly Mark was squirting thick stream over their stomachs and Logan's hands. Logan did not pause his assault. Instead, he move...
It was a long weekend. Memorial day weekend. My parents had planned a private getaway seeing as their 20th anniversary coincided with the holiday. It also coincided with my 18th birthday, which fell the Thursday before the holiday weekend. A quick and quiet celebration for me, and a nice long private vacation for them. I could be bitter about my lack of cele...
‘What on earth have I done?’ I said under my breath as I walked out through the pub’s exit. I had a fixed expression of disbelief embedded on my face all the way up the hill to the train station. I shook my head in the street to coincide with my thoughts—I dare not think now what passers-by made of my lunacy. I felt dirty, ashamed, uncomfortable, drunk, and...
When did this get out of hand? Personally I haven't a god damn clue! Though there are plenty of hints and moments in which seemed to speed these 'event's' along. But all said and done there are 'three' people to blame. One of them was me, one of them was my therapist, and the last was my attorney. They make a lovely pair but oddly enough they have, NO FUCKI...
Preparations have to be made first. The sling is up, the bondage table cleared and cleaned, the various toys and equipment assembled and checked out. The gear is the first and, for me, one of the most important considerations -- leather is BY FAR the preferred choice. Maybe it's the act of putting on clothing that is so overtly sexual, or the fact that I am...
So he stood, in the din of city noise, leaning against the wet brick wall papered with his small sweaty body as the world and his thoughts and his head went spinning round and round and he wanted the roller coaster to stop. For he was in imminent danger of falling off. And falling off meant he would have to be somewhere. And somewhere was a place. If somewhe...