The Japanese gentleman was called Fudaki Shimizu. He was from Yokahama. Fudaki was in London with his wife, Rumiko, and their four-year-old daughter, Ishi. Fudaki worked for a corporation. He would be spending the majority of his trip in meetings in office buildings close to Great Portland Street tube station. He was slightly built but steely looking. He was...
(In the 1950s it was Coopers Jockey Y Fronts that were the fashion statement in male underwear. Goggle, and explore what I mean. They were high waisted. They did not sit on the man's hips but rode higher than the navel. A big Y shaped opening on the front was their hallmark. Elastic kept the legs tight- until they got old and worn and the elastic became infi...
Going Nuclear Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories.For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen.At least on paper... Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedb...
Author's Note: I first published Might Have Been here almost two years ago. While it was one of the top-ranked stories on the site at the time, I didn't feel it was what it should be. I had published each chapter as I completed it, preventing me from setting up themes and conflicts when they occurred to me while writing later chapters. I therefore pulled it...
Author's note: This is the third and final story in the "All for you" series. Reading "All for you" and "For her too" first to learn more about Melissa, her boyfriend and her best friend Susan. December 2017: By popular request, this is an expanded and revised version of the original story. It adds more detail and insight into the characters, and changes t...
Ronald could not remember a hotter day. Though he was accustomed to the hot summers that inevitably found their way to the Deep South, Ronald had never withstood one while standing guard over some hot tar. Ronald wiped the sweat from his brow and began pacing up and down the side of the unfinished road. Such was life on the chain gang. Ronald was grateful t...
CHAPTER 1 Like thousands of expensively educated youngsters before him and destined to tread a similar path after him, Grady Halliburton was totally undistinguished in his passage through Ascension Boarding School for Boys, New Hampshire. His marks ran consistently at C-level with the occasional B and D to inject variety and in sport he was designated 'wate...
This story features a female protagonist from Corsica (La Corse), a French island off Italy's west coast. As background, Corsica has been under the rule of numerous Mediterranean powers over the centuries, and many Corsicans are ambivalent, at best, towards mainland France. I mention this not because I have an opinion one way or the other about Corsican inde...
Chapter 1 It had been two months since Jenni had first let Mr. Taylor masturbate on her. It was becoming a bad habit. Mr. Taylor didn't make a mess on her thighs every week. Jenni typically babysat for the Taylors on Tuesdays and Thursdays when no one would be home until late, and on the occasions that Mrs. Taylor drove her, the nights went by uneventfully...
There once was a girl from St. Paul Whose relationships went the long haul But once in a while With a wink and a smile She was open to Tom, Dick, or Saul I knew this girl. She was a peach. She wanted only long term boyfriends, but when she was in between boyfriends, if the stars were aligned just right, or the moon was full, or the tide was high, or som...