Jill was 27 when it happened. The crash had caused many changes in her life. Some were good some were not. If one must have their leg severed in a car wreck, money is a small consolation. The elderly gentleman who had run his car into hers pushing it off the road and down into a ditch was remarkably wealthy and extremely remorseful. Money would never be a co...
The name of the CD bar he owned was called 'Over the Blue Moon'. It was the name of the one and only play Gary Stanisloph Kowalski the owner had been in when trying to make it as a stage actor 16 years previous. If he got drunk enough like the character artfully portrayed by 'Brando' he would playfully cry out 'Stella...Stellll-aaaaa' to the amusement of his...
The story I am about to tell could only have taken place in Britain in the romantic days of rail travel. In those days there were still real trains hauled by steam locomotives. The only pantyhose were the so-called tights worn by women playing male roles in pantomime. Women normally wore fully-fashioned stockings and held them up with suspenders, which I dis...
Health 101 -- Jack-off Practice (Chapter 3) The next class period, and moments before the bell was due to ring I was still unsure about how I was going to proceed. I wanted to proceed by expelling Andy, but if I did that I should really remove one of the girls as well and I really didn't want to lose any of them. It is possible to continue the class with an...
It was spring of 1992 and I was just like every other 18 year old high school boy: a virgin and horny. I discovered masturbation about 3 years earlier and I did it at least once each day. I loved the feeling of having my cock in my hand, gently stroking it, squeezing it at different pressures, going from top to bottom, and changing the speed at which I strok...
At that time of my life, I was traveling quite a bit for work and usually those were solo travels. Often times the people that I visited had families and after-work commitments, so I was left to find my own entertainment at the end of the day. Being before the Internet really took off, that usually meant dinner for one and then a retreat to the room to eithe...
The warm summer day had been an encouragement to walk back from my grocery shopping. It was pleasant enough for me to need only a thin red T-shirt and light boot-cut jeans. I enjoyed the sun's rays on my bare arms, my backpack on one shoulder, as I walked the kilometer or so home. The weather had not encouraged only me to be outside. As I took a slight deto...
Chapter 2: The Betrayal Tricia put down the phone and flipped through her address book, stopping at an entry nearly halfway through the pages. She dialed another number and slid further down in the chair. Her masturbation session had been brief enough to prepare her for what lay ahead. "Hello?" "Is Susan there?" "No, this is her friend, Dan. Can I take a...
I wake up smiling. Grateful to have such a good life, bursting with happiness, glad for good friends to share it with. Friends who share private moments. Friends like you. I float through the morning, mind lost in reverie, excited by the challenge of writing to inspire and thrill you. How to create prose that stirs the senses, opens the eyes and ears to real...
"I just don't think you're my type, Stu." Stuart frowned as he listened to the tinny words. "I understand, well I'll see you at school on Monday." "Whatever, bye Stuart." There was silence, and then a jarring dial tone. Stuart grimaced as he listened to the blaring tone. With his eyes shut, he hung up the phone. A quick glance at the blinking alarm clock...