"It looks like rain," she said, unbuttoning her blouse. Trying not to stare as this strange woman removed her blouse, I moved my eyes back and forth between looking up at the skies and then looking back into her steel blue eyes. It did look like rain, but I didn't really get the connection between the chance of rain and her blouse. I wondered if perhaps it...
Intro The cool breeze tossed her beige hair all about, as she waited under the pink neon of the club's lights. Leaning against the outer cement wall, she shivered in her skimpy outfit. It was all worth it in the morning. As if on queue, a old, fat slob of a man wobbled out of the joint. They both knew why the other was there, and she followed him to his...
The Americans onomatopoetically call it a queef, while us Brits, charmingly refer to it as a fanny fart, this elusive and frequently embarrassing raspberry blown from the female genitalia is seldom heard by most of us men, and even more seldom discussed. But none the less, I would be willing to place any amount of monies on the fact that I am not the only ch...
How not to write -- A look at the common, and not so common errors on the internet Please note, I can't tell people how to write, nor can I ever hope to cover all the possible mistakes people make. This is just a little piece I put together a few months back for my college's e-magazine. Thanks for reading! * With the internet information sharing has nev...
My Interview with Mr. Troll. Coming to you direct from the Troll Hangout. Okay...there I was around 11:00 o'clock one evening cruising around in the Author's Hangout - reading interesting trivia - and all sorts of other good stuff. Suddenly my computer screen just went completely crazy. I mean, it went bonkers! Jesus, is my monitor going? I wondered....
Dear Shoeblossom: This isn't exotic, from Alexandria, Egypt, but just Virginia... I taped this the other day at Starbucks, and I hope your readers get a little educated, or just for laughs. My friend Felicia is very impressed with my philosophies! Marlowe "See, one reason I have Orion in the belt is because I want him to experience what I've gone through...
Welcome to the third of Madam Seniorotica series of short scenarios. These situations are designed for the over fifty crowd providing alternatives to our conditioned social responses and hopefully, they will inspire your imagination. We of the retirement age have conformed long enough following society's rules in order to make our income. Now it's time to li...
John walked into the night club, observing the press of bodies together. The music pounded out its dance beat, bare skin was beaded with sweat as the bodies pressed together on the dance floor. The heat was oppressive and yet energizing as the dancing, swaging, writhing bodies overrode the air conditioning. The sheep were advertising to the wolves, for John...
It's a typical Friday night, I have no real plans and after dinner I head over to the hotel down town to listen to the Jazz band that plays every other Friday. I know the Sax player and he nod's as I walk in and look around. It's fairly crowded and I see a stool at the bar next to a respectable attorney type woman who gives me a glance then looks away. I...
The party was good. And Dawn was enjoying the attention she was getting from the men there. Her husband talked with his friends and didn't notice her wandering eyes. She had drank enough to give her a buzz and was contemplating whether she would take it further. Then she saw him. Shaun. What the hell was he doing here? Her first instinct was to blend into th...