Oh what a beautiful morning, I sigh, as the sun shines through the bedroom window. I stretch out in the bed, reaching my arms upward, arching my back and shifting my spine in a sidewards motion. My bare legs stretch and my toes curl. It was the weekend. A smile covers my face. I turn on my side and reach over with my arms and legs for you. "Empty..!" Althou...
Early morning I wake up and open my eyes. I can see Ruth lying next to me on the bed. Her long blond hair all messed up her eyes half open. I place my arm on hers and she stirs. Shifting on to her side so that she faces me. She smiles. We kiss. Gently at first her lips on mine, but I can feel that it is more. I pull her closer to me and roll onto my back pu...
I stood under the shower for a while, letting the hot water run over me and then opened my eyes suddenly. Maybe I could never mean anything her in the long run, but I could be the most important thing in the world to her for the next hour or so. I dried myself off and opened the door a crack. I could see her in a loose nightgown opening up a bottle of wine....
A local cinema was screening the Jimi Henrix: Woodstock movie, along with some of the unseen Janis Joplin and other rare footage. I was only five at the time of the festival, but being a guitarist, I'm a real Hendrix fan, so at eleven o'clock a few Friday nights ago, there I was lining up to see the man up on the big screen. My friend, Andrea, had been comi...
It didn't happen on purpose. We were lying together on the bed, half drunk, half asleep, and I felt your hands on my breasts. Gently, cupping and holding at first, then circling the nipples, gently stroking between your fingers. Your hands were soft and heavy and warm, as if you were still asleep. I was lying on my side, and you were spooning behind me. You...
(Note: The very first meeting of Penny and Dottie after exchanging emails and pictures for months via the internet. Penny is a beautiful Australian woman and Dottie lives in the United States. Penny wrote the first part from her memory of that meeting. Dottie wrote the second part from her memory of that meeting). Part I---by Penny The 747 finally comes to...
Call me Ayaan, if you would, please. I see a lot of Muslims shortening or simplifying their names to please Westerners, and I shake my head at such a trend. If your name is Mohammed, don’t let some punk with a last name like Williamson or O’Connell call you Mo, either at work or at home or anywhere else. Make them respect enough to say your name properly. Cu...
Like what you see? I asked the short, stocky blonde-haired and green-eyed, decidedly butch gal I'd seen eyeballing me since I walked the Eaton Center that afternoon. Sorry about that ma'am, she said shyly, her butch swagger faltering for a moment. I looked her up and down, taking in the short, spiky blonde hair, the tattoos and the myriad piercings. The gal...
"Babe, I don't care how fabulous Salvador City is, no disrespect to the people of Brazil but I bet none of your malls come close to the Toronto Eaton Center," Shadya said to her girlfriend Selena Texeira as they walked around the world famous mega-mall together. Located in downtown Toronto, Ontario, the Eaton Center dwarfed most malls that Selena had ever se...
When I signed up for the Kappa Omega Kappa sorority (name changed), I had no idea it would be this much fun. And this was only the initiation. It occurred to me sometimes ago. I am Ashley, 19 years old girl. I am blonde with beautiful eyes, slim and sexy figure and I am 5'8". At sorority house, in of the older girl's bedrooms, we were ordered to take off ou...