If I could only think, I'd know what's wrong with me. It's kind of funny, because I think what's wrong is that I can't think. So I think I can't think, but if I could think, I could think why I can't think, but then I wouldn't need to think about thinking or not thinking...I think. I'm not sure. I get kind of dizzy trying to work it all out, and the dizzy f...
Jack Ramse had left the spacecraft as soon as the sun rose. He weaponized up with handguns and a single grenade. He felt his short tour alone didn't require much in defense. He was merely scouting around the edges of the downed Ganthorian craft. Primarily under the cockpit area which he could only surmise its location. The windows were too high up and out of...
Yet another wintry sky blotted the horizon and made the thought of taking ageing bones along with a younger woman's mind to the South Seas. Malaria? Crocodiles? Oh dear. The Hawaii Hilton perhaps and don't go outdoors except to ride in a cab to a restaurant for a lonely meal or brighten the day for the eighth day running by trolling through Ala Moana Cent...
The evening had not been the triumphant celebration of my friend Alexi's book deal that I'd hoped. Or rather, it had, but somewhere along the way the party left me behind. Alex usually relished her role of "wingman," almost to a fault. But tonight, understandably, she was too busy basking in the accolades to worry about whether I was going home alone tonight...
My interest in bra's began when I was nineteen, getting ready to go to bed and washing up. Mom just left the shower and I saw her white bra hanging out of the red wicker hamper and I picked it up. I don't know why her white silky and lacey bra turned me on but it did and that bra found its way into the back pocket of my jeans and the bulge covered by a flann...
Back to tonight, Dorothy went into the bathroom and had a quick flannel wash, making sure there was little steam, as her beehive hairstyle would fall. Once dry, she got dressed again in a bedroom bra and short corset, this was done as quickly as she could, but she was hampered by her 1” long nails, and she had to be very careful as Dave got so angry if she...
I walked Liz to her car and kissed her. “I’m gonna miss you this weekend.” “I’m gonna miss you, too.” She replied, starting her car. “Take care of yourself, I’ll be back Sunday night.” I kissed her again and she drove off. I started to walk home, but then realized I had left my jacket at her place. I knocked on the door and Liz’s roommate, Susan, answ...
I already had a dog; I just needed to buy one of those red and white collapsible canes and a pair of dark glasses. Only, I needed to buy a pair of those totally dark glasses that wrap around the sides of my eyes like the old people wear when they have a cataract operation. The Ray Bans that Ray Charles wore and that Stevie Wonder wears would not work because...
+++Good sex at the end, but not a "quick wank"+++ Simon's life was anything but simple. He was like any other kid in high school, in love with the handful of beautiful, popular girls—girls that frankly had better options. He had buddies he hung with, but most of them wound up hanging out with the other guys on Saturday night. He remembered seeing the scene...
Please rate, and/or comment. Constructive criticism always appreciated. * She takes a deep breath and stands before room 1226. The sounds of a television coming from the room across the hall. She straightens her shirt, and gives her skirt another smooth down. Then she knocks firmly on the door. After what seemed like an eternity, she can hear the door latc...