Continuing the search to find an answer to my curiosity about bisexuality, and myself! After I left the Navy all thoughts about my bi romp in New York were pushed to the back of my mind. I married a lovely girl; we had two adorable children and settled into a life of married bliss. Some years later I was working in London's Soho district when I saw a guy wh...
My daughter looked up at me endearingly as I stared down upon her in attentiveness. When I saw her eyes they reminded me of the first time I looked into her father's eyes, perfect and gentle and wintry. They were blue, her eyes, and his. She was just as perfect as he was, if not more, but I could never tell him that. My husband was the jealous type, not that...
I walked up to the trailer on the construction site eager to make a good impression on my first day. Moving to Florida from New York and leaving my family and friends behind hadn't been easy. Finding work there proved even more problematic but I luckily and literally stumbled into a man about to post an ad looking for help and begged for the job before he pu...
Part Two I woke the next morning refreshed despite all the alcohol I drank, feeling a little fuzzy I just laid there letting my eyes adjust to the morning light that was cascading through the east window. My eyes fluttered open and I started to remember parts of a dream I had, the Tequila had robbed me once again of part of my night. My right hand slowly st...
I'm glad so many of you are enjoying these stories. Living it was fun, and re-living it through telling the stories is great, too. Thanks. I would love to tell you that the rest of my time in North Carolina was as hot, fun and exciting as the encounters I described in Chapter 7. Unfortunately, that's not really the way it played out. There were certainly m...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual discl...
Chapter 7 It was the Thursday after Christmas and for the past 3 days I've felt confused, hurt, and angry. The anger was directed mostly at me. Three days ago, a person who I had hoped to get to know better called me his ex-partner's name at a most unappropriated time. I had told others of his interested, but had not heeded my own words. I'd spent all of T...
Who sat on a doughnut? Who sat on a doughnut Who put it there Right there -on the chair, raspberry jam all over you know where So sticky, its everywhere, on my jeans, my shirt It's here and there, even in my hair. And yes, on my Derry -air I am a raspberry jam red -alert Who sat on a doughnut Who put it there Who's the practical joker, d...
It was one of those damp cold dreary evenings that Britons know to be so frequent in their early winter, when Floin was escorted from training camp common barracks to the Spartan but warm hut of the training commander. He had been complimented well for so quickly taking to the soldierly arts. He hoped that this would be the night that he would be paired off...
I strolled through the local park, one warm April evening. It was just getting dark, and the path was clear in front of me. There was enough light for me to finish my circle and head for home. I usually jogged for exercise, or took a trip to the gym, and it showed. But I enjoyed a pleasant walk as well. As I passed by a clump of trees, I heard a little cry....