We had been partying all night, and many folks were camping out. I was overly tired and had plenty to drink, so crawled into our tent while she stayed out listening to them play guitar around the fire. I was starting to doze in and out but loved the amateur acoustic music, so kept awake to enjoy it from the tent. Eventually I heard another group say their go...
It's dusk. It's a really nice evening in late spring: 75 or 80 degrees. I'm one a them decadent hippie chicks, in a very short denim mini skirt and muslin top, with long hair tangled in the breeze. I'm having a lovely walk, toking on a nice, generous joint, and I'm stoned to the gills. You drive by and I don't even hide the joint. I push my hair out of my ey...
Back in 1969 Butch Oliver was a 52 year old ex-Marine who was a contradiction to the old saying, "you can't judge a book by its cover" because the grizzled trucker was usually every bit as cold and unforgiving as he looked. His former wife would have testified to that but not to his face, because while Butch wasn't violent he was a mean man who could wither...
[This story is a chapter in a series here but I gave it its own title. The character of Charlotte De Havilland is in another series here.] The Salient was one of five newspapers that the twice per year student activity fee supported at the City College of New York. Its name was bestowed by returning veterans at its founding in 1947. Over the next two decade...
We started out as friends, me visiting occasionally, staying with her and her boyfriend when I was in town. I had no idea she was into me, so it came as a surprise when she emailed me and said she'd be showing up in the same town that I was going to be in the following week. I knew we had a lot in common, but had no idea how we'd hit it off in bed, which wa...
I grew up with my father Joe after my mom died and I will say that I grew up a well rounded boy, we lived on the outskirts of town and it was like living in the woods... I Loved It ! We had about a quarter acre of woods behind the house and not a neighbor in sight, about the age of ten, my father started dating again and I was happy for him, no one could eve...
I was dating this girl Ashley one summer during college when I was back in my hometown. She was tall--about 5'10"--and very thin with slim legs a yard long and small, firm breasts punctuated by always-hard, tiny dark nipples precisely in the center of each boob. Below them, a long waist stretched to prominent hipbones. Trailing down from her sexy "outie" n...
The Neon Rocket – Act One is the first of collection of self-contained stories about a Honolulu cabbie and what happens to him on one slow Saturday night. It's about eleven at night on a Saturday and I was driving around Chinatown looking for a passenger to take somewhere but there's nobody going nowhere. My last fare was a streetwalker that used my backsea...
(This author does not compose stroke stories. This author does recount true-life events in a fictional format.) * Monterey California, 1969. August had turned the perpetually green California hills to a rusty brown. Chugging up the P.G cutoff in my wheezing VW bus, I had just enough money in my pocket for a half a tank of gas and a bottle of wine - staples...
Amy and I have received quite a lot of email about the "Davy's On The Road Again" series. Some are cool and some are just plain stupid. Except for one which was aggressively nasty, all are quite complimentary. We've decided to offer you a sampling and we hope you find them entertaining. As always, keep them cards and letters coming. ------------------------...