A few weeks had passed since the last time Linda and I had gone to Good time Charlie's. When I got home Friday evening she said she felt like going over and having a bit of fun if that was okay with me. I was fine with it because I knew that if nothing else I was going to get laid in the bargain before the night was out. Then she asked if I was okay with act...
Being of a certain age I have fond memories of holidays in Butlin's Holiday Camps. The camps sprang up in the u.k. during the 50s and had their heyday in the 60s and 70s. The entertainment was organised by Redcoats who wore red blazers with white shirts/blouses and white trousers (men) and white pleated skirts (girls). The girls were always fun loving and...
NOTE: Again, I always wonder what sex for me would be like when I get older. I hope it's as good as my imagination! * Today was horrible! I woke up late, my car wouldn't start, I got stuck in traffic, I was late for work, missed a meeting, left the paperwork for the next meeting at home, crashed my computer, broke my chair, broke a nail, got reamed (verbal...
(*) ($$) - Starbucks "I'll have the phonetically enhanced coffee I said to the starry eyed Server at Starbucks." "The what? was his reply?" "You know, I said. The Super Grande Mocha Cappuccino latte." "Decaff?" he asked. "Of course" I replied, not wanting to confuse him. "Do you want cappuccino or latte?" he asked. "Both," I said. "You can't have bot...
The envelope was sitting on my front porch when I made it home. It hadn't been mailed; there was no postage or address on it. Only my name. I hesitated to open it... who the hell would just drop anything on my stoop rather than giving to me face to face or mailing it.. it was odd. But curiosity was never something I was good at ignoring. My theory was alwa...
(This is my first attempt at writing a story from the perspective of a woman. Plase let me know how effective it is) My name's Anjali. I'm 23 years old, have dark hair and olive, asian skin tone. I grew up in North London and my parents are quite religious Hindus who came here in the 70s. I'm not so religious and I like a good time. At school I had a reput...
I was in my office at home, writing code for a project I'd promised to get done before the coming weekend when that patronizing, annoying little jingle that announced incoming email went off. I made a mental note to myself, for at least the 73rd time, to write something to override that noise. Gawd it was annoying! I finished the couple of lines I had in my...
Chapter 3 The First Full Day We woke up early on Wednesday morning. The sunlight filled the tent pretty much right as it was rising. I knew that this would be a fun day! My thoughts were still preoccupied with the events of yesterday! It was nice to be seen by the people on the horses, if only for a short while. I was hoping that we would be seen by more pe...
Julie chose a very short skirt today. Her husband commented on it and half jokingly suggested it was a bit too short for work. "Is it?" asked Julie. "I don't think so and anyway I'm helping one of the directors today and he's at least seventy five so I doubt he'll even notice. It'll have to do as I'm late and don't have time to change. See you later." She...
Wanna know what it takes to get laid like shag carpet in the '70s? Believe it or not, living a live porn has nothing to do with singles bars, big bank accounts nor dating. Of course you can go that route, but you'll be just as productive creating pie charts to diagram Drew Barrymore's transformation from fledgling neophyte to outrageous Hollywood icon. Why...