Thanks to the Hip and Knee Doctor for editing assistance. There is no sex in this story. Sorry. Malcolm James was not the blackest man I ever met, but he was in the top ten. Actually, he wasn't very black at all, he just seemed that way. Although he was not even six feet tall, he always left quite an impression. Maybe it was the perpetual snarl that was o...
Diese Geschichte beginnt an einem ungemütlichen Herbstabend. Draußen fegt der Wind und es regnet schon seit Stunden. Nach einer anstrengenden Arbeitswoche im Büro ist es Zeit, ein wenig Kraft zu tanken. Meine Frau ist übers Wochenende bei ihrer Schwester, für mich liegt die nächsten zwei Tage nichts weiter an. Ich zünde ein paar Kerzen an, lege Vivaldis &quo...
Romantic Date Night The Romantic Dinner Theatre venue was about to start. There would be no stage shows tonight. Rather, the audience area was arranged with small candlelit tables, scattered to allow maximum privacy and intimacy while occupied by the enchanted pairs: a hosting resident co-ed and her chosen guest pledge contributor. The co-eds were loosely a...
Dazed by the implications of Jane's admission I gazed blankly into the space between us. At first I thought it must be the look on my face was so comical that caused her to burst into laughter. Then I realised that she was pointing my crotch and when I looked down it was to see the cheap nylon panties tenting out obscenely with my raging erection. Through he...
Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010. Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his...
Leading me into her room, and then towards the bed, I saw she had left the door open after entering. "You ah...might want to close that. As long as the doors to our rooms are closed, Doreen knows not to enter." And though it was early yet, not even eight in the morning, Doreen usually began making her rounds, cleaning rooms and changing sheets on the beds w...
"Boy it was getting hot in there" Boyd said to his wife. "In more ways than one. I was surprised you suggested coming into the kitchen" Boyd and his wife Beth had decided to attend a house party in the neighbourhood for the first time in years. While not being standoffish the party scene wasn't what they enjoyed. Generally things at parties start off with...
I looked at my watch, "Fuck it...nearly six, ...I bet they will be closed!" I parked the car and walked towards the shop. It was raining, it was cold, a typical January Saturday. "Bradley will fucking kill me if I forget my suit!" I smiled to myself. "The man's a dick for getting married anyway!" I walked towards the door, 'Fuck, is it open?' The lights we...
Carlton rolled over with a pained moan. His head throbbed like nothing before. He staggered out of bed to the bathroom and splashed water on his face. God, how much did he have to drink last night? He downed a handful of aspirin while shaving and then dressed casually. Raymond would have some coffee ready in the office. Grumbling to himself, he staggered in...
O'Hare's Irish Tea Rooms was a popular stop on the road to Dinglebury. The vivid green frontage shouted the ethnicity of both the owner and the fare. Time for Tea!" The Hatter made no apologies for the stop. Tea was a necessary part of his existence, as vital as his other two main occupations, breathing and buggery. "Do they serve coffee?" Hatter looked...