I first met Ronnie when he was 16, His father, a Cuban exile, had hired me to customize a 37 foot cruiser, a big, beautiful boat. If you've read my stuff, you know that I'm a boat builder here in Florida. Oswaldo, Ronnie's dad, had come over from Cuba in 1963 and made a fortune as an insurance broker. He'd married a gorgeous Venezuelan lady, and Ronnie was t...
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I was eighteen, hard into drugs, androgynous, punky, and actually quite dangerous come to think of it. I used to hang out at this little bar that would let underage kids in. Arguments would fall out into brawls. And I won a lot of those brawls. I had nothing to do with testosterone but fight and fuck. I suppose I avoided addiction only by withdrawal, denial,...
We watched our friends grow up togetherAnd we watched them as they fell.Some of them fell into Heaven.Some of them fell into Hell. -The Pogues "A Rainy Night in Soho" "Let's go ouuuu-wwoooooooo—out tonight!!" I'm dead. "Oh, take me ouuuu-wwoooooooow—out tonight!!" I am dead and I am in Hell and I'm being tortured for my "sinful" ways. I can hear mom say...
Breathe in atmosphere, tinted stark with asphalt, gravel, dust, and dreams. Then tell me not. Dance with the beat of footsteps, to streetlight stroboscopes. Then tell me not. Tune to the city, hear her sing. Then tell me you can not feel, can not taste life on the tip of your horizon. Tell me, you can not taste the tears, the shiver down her spine. That...
"Penny! That's her name!" I told myself as the image of the young girl appeared dimly from out of the grey hazy depths of my memory. Suddenly, I was sitting back at the edge of the lunch counter of the HoJo's in Tempe. I was a college undergraduate in my junior year, trying to experience a social life in the midst of the never-ending routine of reading, memo...
This story contains three loving wives. I counted them. *** "I don't know why you haven't been able to seal the deal with Nancy," Peter Johnson said to his best friend. "She just doesn't seem interested in fucking me," Michael Dodson replied. "I'm like stuck on your wife's friend list." They were sunbathing next to the Johnsons' pool, naked, as they did...
This story contains diapers, anal, and lots of piss (NO mess or scat!). This is fictional and "daddy" is used as a pet name. All characters are 18+. Enjoy! *** My pussy is quivering as the heat of my soaked diaper hugs my bald, throbbing pussy. Daddy just dropped me off at my apartment after a hell of a weekend and I just have to tell someone about it! Aft...
It was not too much to ask, a simple chore, really. Her neighbor, Prof. Masterson, a kind elderly woman who had always been a good friend, had asked Emily to tend to her house while she was away at a botanical exposition. The professor had fallen all over Emily with praise but there really was no reason. Emily was happy to do it and the chores involved were...
I feel I've got to write this out. To, sort of, get it off my chest. Some things happened to me lately that, to some people, can be very disturbing. Maybe this story will be therapeutic for me.... I'm a married man. I've been married to Samantha for 12 years now, who is 33 years old. It's been a good marriage, all in all. As, of course most marriages go, we...