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...
Rachel went to sleep that night almost exactly as she would on any other Friday, tired after a big week and looking forward to a lie-in the next morning. The only difference was that she knew her boyfriend was planning to come over for the first time in ages the next day, so she had done a little prep. She hadn't gotten herself off, not properly, but she had...
Genre-buster, or genre-slave? You decide! * I've read them, you've read them. The genre. The visiting aunt who gives enemas to nieces and nephews. Aunt Amy, Aunt Betty, Aunt Carol, Aunt Clem (my favourite) and many others. It is a familiar theme, it seems, and most of them are well-written (I speak as an English major). Why is it the aunt though? It can...
In the last story I introduced everyone to Martha and how we accidentally linked up at Dave and Katie's wedding where they had to share Uncle Jack's lake cottage instead of the local motel. After the wedding we both went our own ways and had no further contact. It is now some 15 years after the wedding, but life does present some odd twists from time to time...
I came home from the office and Chrissy greeted me at the door with her usual sweet kiss. "Joey, honey, guess who called today….it was Janie. She wants to come for a visit. I told her that it would be OK and she will be here tomorrow afternoon." Janie, Chrissy's twin sister, had finished graduate school in May but had still not found a job. She was going to...
"It still makes my bottom tingle when I hear the clip-clop of a woman wearing boots," he said. The interviewer listened attentively. "Take all your clothes off," she instructed. She smiled to herself when he immediately stood up to remove his clothes. She knew that most guys have no reservations about undressing for a female they find attractive, and more...
The drive had been uneventful. Less than two hours on the Interstate from Kansas to Kansas City, Missouri and then the short drive north to the airport. He was staying at the Embassy Suites just south of the airport and she had the exit number. He was expecting her at 6:30 and she didn't want to be late. He told her to drive carefully but she didn't want to...
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...