Harry Chapin was a folk-rock troubadour of the baby boom generation. He was particularly known for his "story-songs"; his signature hit "Taxi" (1972) was the story of a disillusioned cabbie meeting an old lover, and "Cat's In the Cradle" (1974) the cautionary tale of an absentee father. Chapin toured restlessly and recorded the albums Heads and Tales (1972),...
I sat in my green recliner chair, not reclined, but rocking a little. There was a news program on the television in front of me, but I wasn't really watching it. My wife was sitting on the sofa that matched my recliner, next to the end table with the light on it, looking very focused as she did a Sudoku puzzle. As we sat in the living room after dinner, I w...
Funerals these days are not what they used to be. In the past when a loved one died you had a ceremony, you grieved, family and friends gathered to say good bye and then the body would be buried or cremated but in a way that they were not completely destroyed, mostly the dead was kept close and ever present. But in 3030 things were different, harsher, more...
I like to be dominated by women, occasionally I hook up with guys and I am actually a Muslim man born and raised in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Does that surprise you? My name is Mohammed Abdul-Hafiz and I moved from my hometown of Jeddah City to metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario in the summer of 2011. I've been living in the Canadian capital ever since, and sta...
To understand how I got to this point in my story, you will have to read my previous submissions. My stories started out as fact, then moved to fact and fantasy. This story is practically all fantasy. We all have a Will in our lives, that is an ex boyfriend or girlfriend. For better or worse, they helped shape the person we are today. Maybe with a little luc...
The next morning, after seeing Des and Ken off to work, I sorted out a moderately decent toga as a gift to my new friend, Kate. There was something about those two that intrigued me and made me want to get to know them better. She was a interesting lady, very similar to me in my previous sheltered existence. She was painfully shy, as I had been prior to meet...
Ch 05. Jean and Suzie: Jean knew she was overweight. She also knew it was not really her fault, as she had been a chubby baby, doted on by her prosperous and well-fed parents, so her appreciation of food was built into her genes. It was just as well she had signed a prenup before marrying, as her cheating husband had gone off with that skinny secretary of h...
Author's note: Here's a short, weird one. Hope you enjoy. ***** "Mother, I think I've found the right one." "I hope you're right. We don't have much time left. Where did you find him?" "He's been living under the Seventh Street Bridge. He has a cardboard ground cover and a sleeping bag." "A homeless man, perfect. Does his face really look like your fath...
Catherine's dream was a nightly orgasmic ride. Each morning she awoke wet, her pussy still quivering as if a vanishing lover had just slipped out. After months of this tease, the ravishing lingered in her waking memory through mesmerizing daydreams until the visions possessed her completely, until they finally became real... She wasn't sure when the dream b...
Whenever I read, I keep a pencil handy and I underline words that I don’t know and dog ear the page so that I can go back and look them up in the dictionary. I have always been interested in etymology and even took Latin for three years. I hope that these words can help all of us in our writings. Be sure to check out your dictionary for additional usages of...