Looking back now, if I had known that there was such a thing as bisexuality I would've been able to accept my life a whole lot easier. Instead I was constantly at odds with myself. I was falling in love with the most beautiful young woman I had ever known. Yet here I was... I love the preparing for my man as much as I love the actual act of being with my ma...
In revenge for my son, I regain my top-hood * Coach Kaugman pounded on the door (interrupting my first foursome with my wife, her father, and my father) to warn me about my son Bobby. "He's at a football team party, and it's getting wild." He drove me over to the motel room site of the student whoopee, and indeed it had become a "drunken debauch." Naked c...
Author's note: Long-time reader, posting for the first time. This is really my first try at any kind of writing. Hope this will interest the readers, if you guys like I'll continue. Comments, critiques and suggestion are always appreciated. ~*~*~*~ "There is something you don't see every day." "What are you talking about?" Jacob Knight stepped thro...
This is a true story as told to me in an email from a reader. I looked forward to joining the Army. The only choice I had, really. My parents had no money, and we lived in the poorest town in the poorest part of Alabama. Jobs were hard to get and paid only enough to make crime worthwhile. Aside from the part about you-might-get-killed, the Army was the orig...
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Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities with any persons living or dead are wholly coincidental... A note from the author: I've been spending some time in the spa (hospital) again. I ask you to be kind. I write to entertain myself, hospitals are boring. I share because Oz told me back in the day, I should try. Feedback is good and...
The next two days went past quickly. Tuesday night Peter told Patrick and Grethe about the meeting with the hospital and their intention to schedule Michael for treatment at the earliest possible moment. This meant several days of testing and checking starting the following Monday. Patrick managed to absent himself physically or mentally whenever Peter start...
"Why Goa? And where is it?" The question had come from the second row of those few sitting in the dimly lit voluminous lecture hall at Georgetown University, the venerable Jesuit-founded stone Gothic-style campus towering over the Potomac River west of the Washington, D.C., city center. The query was posed to the tall, thin, distinguished-looking professor...
With a tip of the hat to JAMES12755, who loves tattoos When I got out of the Army, I went out on a high, so to speak. As a member of a Special Forces team, I enjoyed not only the duty itself--always in the thick of it, behind enemy lines, flying to this hot spot or that revolution--but I was proud of myself. I did my duty, served my country, maybe saved...
Maybe I'm just stupid. Maybe that's the reason. I have to learn and relearn the same lesson over and over: Sometimes our dreams and goals spin around and bite us in the ass. I'm Chip Beaker. I'm in a lot of trouble. And it all started with that damn apartment. Way out on Santa Monica, it sat high over the street and glimpsed the big, blue Pacific, out ther...