Recently, I learned that Sammy, whom I had coached in baseball back when he was a boy of 14, had died in 1998 of AIDS. He apparently contracted HIV when he and his wife were having problems and had separated for a while. Thankfully, neither she nor his children became infected. Following is one of the many Sammy stories that I tell, but the one that always...
The last time I visited home, I passed the old sandlot. There is a house there now, but I could not help but visualise our old chicken-wire backstop, crude frisbee bases, and the pile of dirt we called a pitcher's mound. When the weather was good, all the boys in the neighbourhood (and sometimes the girls, too) would spend their afternoons playing ball on th...
"You lost the bet," he reminded her. Still, she felt oddly numb. She just knew she was going to beat him; he had never been much of a pool player. Big surprises come in small packages, and when you least expect them, he had once told her. He had said that months ago when they first met, and had repeated himself earlier today, just before the games began. But...
The conference room was everything you would imagine a high corporations conference room to be. Though what made this room unique was the long black-glassed table that stretched the length of the room guarded by leather chairs along its sides. The room walls were curved opening wider in the middle and tapering just enough to give it an oval like shape. At on...
Note: This story is the ninth episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that...
A few years ago, I was a graduate student in English at a big public university in the Midwest. One of the undergrads during my time there was a girl named Madison. She was absolutely stunning in a very middle-America sort of way: Long, blonde hair, with perfectly-toned slender legs that she liked to show off in short skirts. Her breasts were fairly large,...
With the team uniforms determined, Dave and John dressed in their Camp Wakanaki t-shirts, while Gina and Melissa were half-naked in their underwear and blue camp shorts, the four camp counselors got their match of soccer under way. John, unsure of what to do, quickly retreated to the trees that marked the goal post on their side of the field, while Dave dove...
Slut's clit is very small, a mere bump, a deeply sensitive bump. While it is small, the sensitivity is large. A mere brush with a vibrator makes "slut" tremble. Tonight, I am going to make "slut" ooze, squirm, and cum like the whore she is. There are no names when we play this game; she is "slut" and I am "master." During the day she may be a bank manager a...
The Olympic sport of shot put is an athletics (track and field) event involving throwing (putting) a heavy metal ball, also called the shot, as far as possible. Competitors take their throw from inside a circle 2.1 metre (7 feet) in diameter. They must rest the shot put in between the neck and shoulder, and push their throwing arm straight when they throw. T...
As a tennis player John Tipton was a long shot from being a gifted athlete. He was, as they say, "small but slow." He was also a generation older than many of his competitors. And yet among the hundreds of amateur tennis players in his mid-sized Midwestern city, he was considered an excellent tennis partner in doubles tournaments and somehow he managed to wi...