I have posted this elsewhere already but thought it might give pleasure here too in a slightly expanded form. You could say it's a piece of fiction with a little bit of fact and a touch of fantasy behind it. Do they call that faction? ***** It was 1969. Man had reached the moon back in July. However it was now a Sunday morning in late September. Hubby had...
Having loaded the breakfast crockery into the dishwasher, Anne considered how she might spend the New Year Bank Holiday. Brian had gone off to follow the hunt which traditionally met in the Market Place on a New Year's morning, whilst Barnaby and Adam had left early for a non-league football match up in Yorkshire. She knew Adam had left without draining his...
When I reach the throne room (the twins at my heels), I can hear the voice of the Eldest before I even show up. That shrill, matronly tone isn't one I'll soon forget, so I take pause, lingering outside the entrance for a moment to hear what's being said. "We still can't trust her." The voice of the Eldest. I can only assume she's talking about me. "She's...
The little Italian restaurant survived as a gem for two decades between a laundry mat with a Cinderella wall mural and a bicycle shop. On the left front of Osteria's sustained an outside bar, separated by brick walls, open on weekends. Bus boys shot out of dark alleys with grey tubs of ice, beer bottles, and wine. Peter bartended. The twenty six year old wor...
I mentioned in a later story that that I carry Mace. I just say that. I carry pepper spray, but "Mace" has a nice ring for those who enjoyed the "Medieval Weapons" chapter in seventh grade. How mankind has advanced. A mace was a club with a round metal head bristling with sharp spikes. You could crush your opponent's skull. With Mace, you burn out his brain,...
Arine had been horny all week and had not been relieved. All the toys they had were missing or stolen from their previous home robbery, and the sexy magazines were burned long ago for fuel for the fireplace. Her favorite Hitachi vibrator had konked out months ago in an impressive masturbation session, and shorted out from the shower of excess pussy juice. Wh...
Request: Ray Submits I Ray Masterson liked to tease the girls in college. A lot. He had a reputation as being quite overbearing, and there were quite a few women there who could not stand him. Ray had gotten away with his antics so often; however, that he wasn't the least bit worried. But one day he went too far. One day a shy chick by the name of Francine...
Bruised, battered, base- Mankind takes inventory, held breaths between up & coming conflicts like choirs of children biting their tongue, zooming in on a stubbed toe before inspecting the damage & totaling the bill. And all that's found, dear reader, is canned laughter. Perhaps to fully comprehend the severity of the issue, it behooves you to imagine that...
SHARE AND SHARE ALIKE Wally and his assistant Annie were having lunch on a Friday afternoon before a long weekend. Since they had Monday off, he had given the rest of the staff permission to leave early. It was not only being generous and considerate but it allowed he and Annie to be alone in the office later that day. The two of them loved to have sex in t...
I think that my first exposure to the joy of peeing on myself had to be when I was just a little kid and during the summer at camp, I had to pee badly while swimming. I couldn't hold it and was embarrassed to get out of the lake in case I had an accident so just let the pressure go and felt the warmth of the pee fill my bathing suit and then flow down my leg...