There is a story around these parts about three sisters who got the name of the three little pigs. They weren't called pigs because they were fat; these girls were anything but fat. They were young, trim, athletic and nubile. Everything every man wants in a woman and more than most deserve. These girls were called the three little pigs because they had no sh...
The Gray Day part 1 A poem by Keith Douglas Alford The gray day fading into night, the past sliding away from me, to become just that. The hurt and the pain that blinded and made red, now fades and diminishes and becomes just another moment of heart ache. The longing for a different place, or just another time, have come and gone, replaced by my regrets o...
Rain tapped a steady beat on the tin roof of the old house. Various vessels were placed to catch the water as it leaked through the ceiling. Chloe was in the tiny dinning room looking out one of the windows watching the rain that had steadily fell for the past five days. She cursed herself for not having the roof inspected before she moved in to her grandmot...
I was afraid I'd have to wait months for an appointment with a doctor, but Mom gets me in to see her gynecologist the next day. I'm nervous as all get out. I've never been a big fan of doctors, and my previous gynecologist didn't have the best bedside manner so to speak. When we pull into the parking lot I can't help but notice how empty it is. "Uh, are they...
She noticed the trail of rose pedals right off as she shut her door and laid her purse and keys upon the hall table. She smiled as she waited a moment for a surprise pounce from her husband. He was always quite the trickster at valentines and the kids were at grandmas for the night so she expected he'd be at the door naked with a ribbon around his cock like...
She wore a tight-fitting red tank top that hugged her hips, her quick paced caused the ends of the shirt to fold up slightly revealing her milky waste. The girl also wore a red mini-skirt that was loose fitting and flowing in the wind. She had knee-high leather boots that kicked at the dirt as she nearly skipped across the path. This must be the girl Cinder...
If you found an old car in a barn covered by a blanket, would you start it up and try to go 100 miles an hour? No. It would probably blow up, or leak fluid, or break something. I haven't had sex in twelve years. Oh, I've had orgasms, masturbated, even had sex with another person on two or three occasions. But is wasn't SEX, that hot, sweaty, ohmigod kind of...
We have a silent code at work and that is to never answer the phone during report. That is the time when staffing is most likely to call with the "I know you think you are going home but you can't speech" when no one else is available. The phone rings and my lapse in judgment is due to an expected Dr.'s call back on a patient. "Fourth floor R.N." I answer....
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** My birth name was Daniel Terris. I have a cousin of exactly the same age called Jimmy Terris. Our fathers, after whom we were named, were brothers. They married two sisters, the Joyce sisters. Both families were, near enough, Variety royalty. My grandparents and great-grandparents...
Supermarkets. Nothing more profane, nothing more unspectacular. Overly ambitious people compare prices, get exalted by this week's bargain. Yet, every man who has not lost his manhood will treat the supermarkets as what they are: a pathetic regression from the heroic time of hunting your food. In the early times, only a man who could bring food home would be...