A quick morning dip Another entry from the diary of the Viking To guard my memories from the ravages of time The sun is rising in the east over the water. We had escaped for a few days of holiday in Mulege, a quaint fishing town on the sea of Cortez in Baja California. We had arrived last night tired and travel weary. The passion was there but not the...
Previous story in review Dusky dawn Pat introduced Mai-lee to Roger at the mall, and explained to Him, they worked together at the lingerie store. Pat worked their part time. Saying to him that they were both working on Saturday. After work they got to know each other romantically and sexually. They firstly went out to the lake then to Mai-lee apartment,...
Before reading this little adventure, I would ask you to please read the earlier parts of The Weekend story. Originally intended as a stand-alone story the first part has been changed slightly at the suggestion of several readers in order to extend and complete the tale of our heroine. An absolute figment of my imagination, there may not be enough sexual s...
In the middle of a beautiful starlit night, on the Caribbean Ocean, sat a most unusual looking ship; it was a black ship, with black sails and it had a certain ghostly quality about it, the Black Pearl. Inside the captain's quarters of the ship sat the captain, a dark and handsome man, with jet black dreadlocks, and piercing brown eyes. He wore a red bandana...
I watched as the man tried to get the old jeep out of the mud hole. Nobody local ever tried to go through that hole. It was deep and soft with no hard ground near by. He had cut some poles somewhere and was trying to get a firm enough base so he could jack the wheels high enough to get something under them for traction. I had never seen anyone get themselve...
Lost we are; among the far from native in a native land. The tongues are mixed, as if stuck together, and yet every word seems to stretch in midair. It becomes dissected to those who listen and choose to look upon the grotesque inners. There lies the smut of a thousand nations and the decline of a thousand generations. Listen to the courting with yells inste...
This is for all you married men out there, no not you honeymooners but you men who have been married awhile. You're horny but the wife's not in the mood or she just doesn't feel like it. You have a few choices here: I) you can whine and beg until she just gives in to shut you up, you know this will cost you later i.e. a trip to your mother in laws or worse....
"Loving, knowing that you are going to get hurt is like living knowing that you are going to die. Not loving, so you don't get hurt is like killing yourself before you die." * Dear you, I sat here for a good, long time, wondering how exactly I could write this to you in order to convey the deep emotions I feel for you, yet, I'm afraid this will not be an...
She thought she heard a knock at the front door. God, she thought to herself, no one ever comes to the front, as she walked down the hallway. Who could this be? I'm not even dressed, she thought as she neared the door, and of course the boys are out tonight! The knock came again, and as she touched the door knob, she peeked through the peep-hole. She could...
February 2015 - Brownwood She walked in carrying a large tote bag. I started to say something, but she gently put her finger on my lips and slowly shook her head. "The less you speak," she said in a low husky voice, "the better this'll go. Trust me." I nodded. "Good, now go find a chair you can sit in and get comfortable. Oh, I almost forgot..." Sh...