I got the off the bus and stood in front of an impressively large building with the words MINI in large type. I met my group inside the Mini car factory in Oxford. On the left was a small museum of the history of the Mini Cooper car. After browsing the museum for a few minutes and admiring some of the cars in the collection, the announcement was made that...
Looking back, it's hard to say what sparked my interest or when it began. And really, to call it interest would be a lie - and why would I lie to you now, after all that I've been through. All that we are going to go through. I'm done with all the lying. Honesty. It's the best fucking policy. So, where did it begin. There are many possible starts to this,...
Ok, so this one is different for me. The idea just hit me and I went with it. Hope you like it. I parked a couple of rows back and about a dozen spaces over from my wife's car, with an unobstructed view of the front door to the Happy Life Yoga Studio. I watched her enter the building, dressed in a pair of skin-tight, pink Lululemon exercise pants and matchi...
* Introduction: This story continues where my Angel just shared the night with a large black man. For the readers who dislike my spelling, I am from Holland and therefore I don't speak nor write in native English very well. Sorry for that. Part 2. _____________ Before we went to sleep together, we had sex for about two minutes because I came much too fas...
My name is Anneke Von Hauser. I was born in the City of Heidelberg, in the Baden-Wurttemberg region of Germany, but raised in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm a first generation German-Canadian. My parents Adele and Alwin Von Hauser are immigrants, and we're very proud of our German heritage as we adjust to Canadian culture. After living in the O...
That night was the most painful and yet pleasurable experience of my entire life. First of all, one has to put this in perspective: I'm a 20 year old college student who drinks… a lot. Yet I felt a strange emptiness, an emptiness that can best be described as the one you get knowing that the most grotesque specimen of woman would not sleep with you. Knowing...
In what turned out to be exquisite irony, I was working for one of the largest dairy processing facilities in the lush southern half of New Zealand. Raw milk came in on tankers and was processed into milk powder, cheese and pure anhydrous milk fat. I worked closely with the lab staff who were responsible for sampling the dried milk powder and running an ass...
Entry 2 -- Linda's New Love Later that evening, Linda was flipping through the diary rather haphazardly. She was reclining in bed, not quite ready to fall asleep. Much of what she had found so far in the diary was rather dry and unexciting—discussions about procedures and staff difficulties, purchases and dull meetings with various local patrons. She was ho...
Predictably, the lock made a discernible clunk as our scarlet front door creaked open. It was a familiar sound. A sound which represented the repetitive mundanity of my life; the routine of stagnant boredom. Same old work, same old dinners, same old house - the same old sex. That's not to say the sex was bad. My wife, Niamh, was a total knockout. She turne...
Benjamin took a cab to Dag Hammarskjold Plaza. His father was waiting for him at a table with two breakfast sandwiches. Benjamin paid the cabbie. "Keep the change," he said to the man as he ran towards his father. "Hey Pops" he greeted his dad. "Thanks for meeting me early today." "Early? You're late. You said 7 am." Benjamin shrugged. "Sorry. You know how...