Cord Whitley indeed. I was still chuckling to myself when I perched on one of the stools surrounding the piano in the Schooner bar late in the night the cruise ship departed from the Baltimore pier. His photo had been on the poster at the door to the bar—I had purposely passed by it several times during the afternoon and evening. He was quite a hunk, but I j...
My husband, Scott, writes about our adventures. ***************** My wife Donna and I have been active all of our lives. We both enjoy hiking, biking, swimming, and other outdoor activities. This did not change once we each hit 40. The one thing we did notice was that many of our friends began to slack off on their activities as they got older, particular...
Young Cassandra looked with some satisfaction at the paper handed back to her. An "A" was inscribed there in red marker, followed somewhat enigmatically she thought, by "Please see me after class." Idly she flipped through the essay, revelling in the little compliments written in the margin. "Great use of metaphor," was one, "Excellent ironic overtone," anot...
This is a continuation of “Dana” from a few weeks ago. You may want to read that one first for some background. It seemed as if it would take forever for “next Thursday” to arrive, but arrive it did. I got home at 4, ate a quick dinner, took a shower then made up some refreshments for the adults that were coming over for the meeting at 6. Dana arrived with...
It presented quite a picture, Linda completely naked, her round, soft plump behind poised ready for spanking, her breasts hanging down, appearing even larger in that position, the nipples looking like little fingers protruding from their centers. Judy's towel had fallen to her waist, so she, also, had bare breasts sticking out, not as large as Linda's, of cou...
Eric is spending a weekend in Las Vegas. He checks in at his favorite casino. He gets dressed and goes down for some lunch. He doesn't see any hot babes around, so he walks into the casino. His eyes roam over the Black Jack tables. Nothing there either. He takes a seat at the table and buys in $2000. A half hour later a very small Chinese girl sits next...
There were very few Ocean People who welcomed Demure's presence in their village. But those few included all the elders and older marriageable men. And amongst these few, Demure was respected if not necessarily liked and recognised as someone who made a voluble, perhaps even valuable, contribution to the village's debates. Glade was sure she wasn't the only...
This is the final chapter of part 1 of the Island Saga series. I want to thank those who have read the other chapters and voted. Do enjoy the conclusion of Maxwell and Sharon's story. Islandchica ***** May 1981 All that could be heard in the Mico Gymnasium was the rustle of papers as over four hundred students rifled through the examination booklets in fr...
Another year soon passed, another year untouched, but this was no ordinary birthday. I would soon turn thirty, about to start my fourth decade with my wall still up, my cave unexplored, a virgin still, through and through. And I was frustrated about that, let's not kid ourselves. I had been perpetually lascivious ever since my discovery of fingering at the a...
Early the spring of our third year married, I had a few days off, having worked a weekend 'on-call' for Casey, another girl on our team. It was Monday, and I was enjoying an infrequent day of solo shopping. As I turned into our housing development, I passed Leslie's house and saw Tom, her husband, slowly wheeling his motorcycle out towards the curb, a big "F...