I love gardening. The sensual feel of soil crumbling through my fingers, the tang of the earth and the maternal feeling watching things grow. In my teenage years my gardening began to take on something resembling a sexual nuance for me. I suppose as I see the little shoots appear above the earth, and I know that I have contributed to their nativity, I have...
Chapter 1 Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm a man of wealth and taste. I've been around for a long, long year. Stole many a man's soul and faith. And I possess the most deliciously awesome plan, if I do say so myself. Every time I think about it, I just have to laugh. I feel compelled to tell you how we reached this point. As I am certain you have...
I had lived in the garden alone for years. I was not haunted or lost or poor. I just enjoyed living in the garden. I had a small cottage, one bedroom and another large room. It was just my cat, Jacques, and me. I had a few books I had scavenged and brought with me. The few times I ventured out of the garden, to shop and run errands, I saw people but rarely s...
Chapter One: Morning It all began on a Sunday morning, in late September... We had been busy all morning, getting ready for your arrival. I wanted your first impression to be a good one. The house was clean, fresh flowers on the tables, cold beer in the fridge... The lawns were closely clipped, the gardens freshly weeded and watered. I wandered around movi...
My name is Richard Price, usually known as Ric. I think I must have been about four or five when I first became aware of Mrs.Grace. She lived alone three houses along the street from our house. My parents were quite friendly with her, and were the only people in our street who called her by her given name, Catherine. It was never Cath, Cat or Cathy, but alwa...
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Philip grew accustomed to Jill's idiosyncrasies. He'd met her at a pensioners club in Totnes, Devon. and they became friends. Although that wasn't the first time they'd encountered one another, Jill was having a problem with slug pellets in the supermarket. She'd dropped the package and there they were, rolling about all over the floor, but Philip, always th...
© 2007. All rights reserved This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. * * * * * LIKE SO MANY NOW IN OUR GROUP, my first sudra lover was a servant, a naukar. I was just past 18 at the time. I was still a virgin which isn't uncommon at all in Indian society. If anything, it's the rest of my life tha...
At first, let me introduce myself. I'm a handsome male and since my youth I'm an exhibitionist. I like to wear as few clothes as possible. Basically, I wear a very short short, tight around my hips, with fairly no trouser-legs. It looks much like hot pants. And above it I wear a sleeveless shirt. So my legs and arms are usually nude. When it's not to cold,...
In the southernmost part of the Florida Keys, Key West, there's a bar on Duval Street called The Bull, located in an old three-story building. They have very good live music most afternoons and every evening, and big open windows at street level that allow passers-by to look in from the street and listen. One flight up from The Bull is another bar called The...