The title of this article is a bit deceptive. Writing is an art form, a gift, that you either are born with or not. Of course, even if you are, you must still polish that gift. Learn your craft. And practice it. Practicing the craft of writing is what this article is really all about. Making time for writing in a world where people are constantly rushing.....
Finally, school was out! High school was over, and I hadn't made up my mind whether to go to college or not. One thing was sure, I had to get a part-time job, at least, so I wouldn't be laying around sponging off my parents. After about a week, things were looking pretty bleak, since every other student was out looking for the same thing. My parents had a c...
We'd met at work. His is not a physical perfection. A bit thin, a bit hairy, not quite tall enough, a voice a bit too deep to match his boyish face. The coloring of eyes and hair is shades of chestnut. The eyes are big and wide-set, and sometimes he seemed a bit startled and fragile. The lids sometimes would droop low in a languid sensuality as he puffed on...
Michelle- While in the cab, Michelle had so many emotions. Should she have stayed with him? Why did she even sleep with him? What will he tell his friends? Michelle had always been like this, she worried too much about what other people thought of her. She hopes he's not mad right now. She really liked Jae Hwa. Jae Hwa- Finally waking up from his post goo...
I don't remember how or what happened that led to the hilltop positioning of the Nissan hard body from hell. (My four wheel drive truck) I do remember that it was a warm, sweet summer night that featured a full moon. The magnetic draw of the lunar rays had an affect on both sexes of the earth bound humans. I would imagine that I had inadvertently parked th...
A hidden appendage to my loins, it lies reposed, hanging limply against my thigh; dormant and flaccid, innocuous and benign, it poses no threat, offers no succour and satisfies no desire. A beast, a sleeping beast, hidden beneath Calvin Kleins or Homs or Diesels or other underwear but, just as a dog sleeps with one eye open, The Beast is alert and ever watc...
My husband Terry has always had a fantasy about me being fucked by a black man, especially in the back of a van for some reason. He went on and on at me for ages to live out his fantasy, and I must admit, the thought of it had my juices flowing, so I decided to go along with it. Terry said it would be a voyeur's dream to see a pretty white blonde like mysel...
The twenty-second floor, home to the typists and clerks that peer over the tops of dividers like human veal.One particular calf, a brunette typist with green eyes named Edith Neuwirth, needed a change. She slaved for a soul-less life insurance company, a clown-faced cesspool of depressed and repressed people, some at the end of their ropes, others just out o...
"Evie, I'm so sorry." Nona said through the phone. "What for?" Eve asked, her heart already sinking in preparation for the bad news that she knew would come from the sadness in her friend's voice. "He's dead, Evie, your dad died this morning. Babe, I'm so sorry." Eve felt like her whole world had just crashed around her, even the water around her seemed...
Michael was now on cloud nine. Dani had just given him the greatest orgasm of his life. He knew that he wanted to return the favor. Upon re-entry to Earth, he rolls her over and starts kissing every inch of this gorgeous creature. He doesn’t want to miss a single spot on this lithe, young body. Dani is in ecstasy. This man is hitting every erogenous zone sh...