For once my mouth got me into bed rather than into trouble - let me explain… It started on a Friday night when rather than sitting at home and either waste time on the computer or watch TV, I went down to the local bar. It was a friendly, low key bar – the kind where you easily become a ‘regular’ and get to know most of the other regulars there. I wasn’t re...
Lightening crashed. The flash of light woke Amy up from a start. The thunder from the previous flash of lightening rumbled in the distance. The light wouldn't switch on. It took a second for her brain to turn on and start it's own rumbling. She moaned lightly as she remembered what happened. It was prom night. She had a date with Cyrus Warner. Cyrus was the...
I came out of my office, frustrated as usual. Why was a women of talent and accomplishment subjected to such mindless drudgery as a 9to 5 job? I should be an accomplished author with hundreds of thousands of readers clamoring for my latest book. That was the Gypsy’s prediction. Millions would express their deep appreciation for my craft by making me a millio...
In May 1997 I was two months shy of my twentieth birthday & just finishing my sophomore year at St. Joseph's College, Brooklyn Campus. I had grown up speaking a dialect of Italian at home, had taken Italian as my foreign language all four years of high school, and at college I was doing well in advanced Italian...my professor said I spoke nearly as well as a...
A few months ago the firm I work for hired a temp secretary to pick up the extra work that we had fallen behind with from several large contracts. Although she did not work directly with my department I had seen Michaela around and spoken to her in the canteen, a little shy at first we soon became friends. She is witty; we both share a keen eye when it come...
Authors Note: I know this one is crap. It was just a quick thing that I threw together, and then released unfinished... I went through and made some corrections, and added an ending, sort of (it's crap, I know). This is the revamped release that I promised. I rewrote about 20% of the original text, and added another half a page of new material. There is a s...
The red glow from the digital clock infused a tall glass of ice cubes with its radiant glow as I poured two shots of Crown Royal Rye. Seven o'clock. I savoured the aroma of the Rye for a moment, and then filled the rest of the glass with Coke and wondered what I was going to do—it was New Year's Eve. I picked up the phone and dialed Ann's number. Ann was...
Dating after a BAD divorce, is there anything harder or more heartbreaking? When you're a man of a certain age, you come to realize certain things. Like the fact that widowers are considered cooler than divorcees in today's dating game, and older guys appeal only to younger chicks with daddy issues, them and young women seeking sugar daddies. I'm not rich or...
Ahmed is a bald pot bellied hairy man, standing 5'6" tall in his fifties with a mustache and a long beak nose of Turkish decent. He spoke to his wife Kara, a tall woman around 5'10" who was in her late forties, with a thin Manish body with small breasts and a hard thin face with the same nose features like her husband, she was of Arab decent. Ahmed turned fr...
Note: for those of you reading this for its erotic value, be warned--it's at least as much psychology. It's all mind-fuck baby, yeah. ***** Likely as not my life is only about one-third lived, but there are times, a lot of them lately, that I feel so old. My body used to be beautiful--strong and lithe enough to do some meaningful squirming on the dance fl...