Dear Hal, I've been trying to relax this morning and write to you. Maybe writing will help me put things into perspective. I have to stop my destructive sexual behavior! Trouble is I cant!!! I've decided I'm going to do it. I can't stand to pass this up. I love my husband SO much but I have to do this. Ever since Nick told me what they wanted to do I have...
Standing on the edge of the surf I could feel the warm gulf waters lapping over my barefeet. Looking down I made sure the white cotton slacks I was wearing were rolled up high enough to keep from getting damp. As I wiggled my toes in the foam of the surf I began to wonder why I had been drawn here to the edge of the water. Raising my head I let the warm br...
Please see the first episode entitled "Gloria's Transformation -- the Gym" for the story of her genetic transformation into a gorgeous, voluptuous, totally uninhibited nymphomaniac, with many perverse sexual impulses, including hypersexuality, size fetishism, exhibitionism, masochism, voyeurism, androphilia, and submissiveness. She submitted reluctantly for...
My holes were empty like a cup. In every hole the sea came up Till it could come no more. Robert Louis Stevenson, "At the Sea-Side" "Lucy! What's the news, darlin'?" "Gas is up another dime and I've hardly sold a book all day. That kind of news?" "That'll work. What's your evening looking like?" "I was gonna bake some brownies, unless you have a bet...
This morning I found myself at the beach just before sunrise. It is my favorite place to be to find a bit of peace before the rest of the world rises with what sometimes seems the intent to cause me grief and drama of some kind. There were a few people scattered here and there along the dunes but they all kept their distance as all had come in search of the...
Lean in against me and listen to the surf. We are propped against a lilo, against a rock. The fire crackles off to our left. Across the strait, we see the lights from the town on the smaller island. The sun set an hour ago and they are letting off fireworks in the main square, by the white church. We took the ferry over there yesterday. I feel the warmth o...
I'm not sure who I am looking for, so I sit in the darkest part of the room, which is in the back, at a small two-person table behind everyone else. I expected the hundred or so people to be largely middle-aged creepers and sketchy greasers. Instead, they are fashionable men and women. Mostly couples and groups of couples clustered around tables. Very respec...
Author's Notes: M and M Coltsfoot is a work of fiction. The characters and plot represent no known people or actions. The geographical locations in Texas and elsewhere are quite real, however, and described as best as the author can make such description. The same is true of the several universities mentioned in the story. This will be a rather lengthy and m...
Chapter 6: Sherry’s Diary: The Vecino Surprise Dear Diary, Nope, I’m not writing to Jen this time. Maybe I won’t need to pretend any more at all, because my wishes came true last night– sort of. Me and Kyle have been role-playing and talking dirty while fooling around ever since last month when he brought up the notorious JRG. I was satisfied just biding...
The sea salted air puffed balmy and the skies were clear above the Queen Beatrix International Airport at Oranjestad, Aruba. Karin and Mirjam, the platinum blonde twins, waved gleefully as their mother's departing private jet taxied away from the private jet terminal. Their TWA Alumnus mother and two brothers were returning to the Netherlands while their TWA...