Harry Gherkins throws himself onto his new couch and cracks open a cold can of beer. Kicking off his shoes, he reaches for the remote to flick on the TV. After a couple of presses, he notices the dangling cord and realizes it isn't plugged in. Following a whole weekend spent moving, he had hoped to take a break with his older step-brother, David. However, D...
Today being the second day of Sally and my adventure, I sat up exhausted by the evening - tired from cleaning her home, washing, ironing and setting her clothes, doing the dishes. The maid uniform now a tad heavy to carry. Mistress Sally had just sent a text, "go fetch and use the things in the kitchen right cabinet. Make sure you've used them all by the t...
I love pickles. Sweet, dill, big, small, I have a passion for pickles. Therefore I was overjoyed when I met the pickle lady. I chanced upon a farmer's market one Saturday morning in a new part of town. At least it was new to me. There was the obligatory table displaying jars of pickles in various shapes, sizes and flavors. There was a small hand-made sign sa...
She stood like a Naked Valkyrie Brandishing Her Trophy Please note: Agatha Christie, as far as I know, despite her writings about murder was not herself a murderer, nor did she hope to inspire persons to commit murder. Like her stuff, this is fiction. These are not real people. Hopefully it's good entertainment. I would like to thank Cabolover for editin...
In my Thirties, I met the man of my dreams. He was tall, incredibly handsome, viciously sexy, and for some insane reason, completely and totally devoted to me. He touched me in ways I had only read about in bodice-ripping romance novels. The truth of our sex life, was better than most people's fantasy. We enthusiastically performed acts on each other we had...
Here is my Valentine's day story. No under eighteen year olds, I checked I.D. Any resemblance to persons living or dead would be damn lucky. Be nice in comments, please. * Valentine's Day Gift. I work a lot. My typical day is twelve to fourteen hours a day. So Saturday morning, the only day I really get to sleep late, is mine! I'm naked in my bed, alone...
Cobb Gherkin walked slowly through the lobby of the PainCafe's Hotel. He paused, breathing through his nose. Would he get lucky this afternoon? Ivy had intimated last week that the law of averages was moving his way, though of course she was no mathematician. Last week Ivy had smiled her full lips on his desolate face as she'd locked him up after his forty...
It was the spring of 1960 and I was 20 years old and wanted to book a self catering rambling holiday in the Yorkshire Dales. Ideally I needed a single bedroom cottage in a village. My travel agent said that those had been fully booked but there was a six person cottage in Westerndale which had been reserved by a party of five, for a week and they were lookin...
During my initial forays into the swinging arena, the Internet wasn't even a whisper on the lips of the public. Digital cameras? The only things digital in that archaic Stone Age were alarm clocks and microwave oven displays. We're talkin' VCRs and cassette tapes. Ozzy was still perceived as some dove-devouring, Satanic psychopath, as opposed to the pablum-...
"I'm going off the pill," the woman told her husband as they sat down for breakfast. She was in her early 20s with good sized breasts that she never felt comfortable showing off and a nice round ass that she couldn't hide. "Why?" screeched her husband, who was lucky to have married her. He was almost the same age but you'd never guess it by looking at him....