She stood in front of me, hitching up her flowered skirt. A pair of lavender panties slid to the floor and she stepped out of them. Her dark eyes challenged me. "You are trying to trade those for something again." "Maybe, but mostly I want you." "I heard you found a new guy. Someone who didn't give you such a hard time." "I did, but he was a dud. I'm bac...
2o years ago an Irish singer called Dana won a big European TV competition called the Eurovision Song Contest. She was 18, dressed in a pretty white short dress and looked innocent and virginal. She was also very religious, a devout Catholic. I was a reporter writing about pop music for a London newspaper and discovered that beneath the innocent exterior w...
We'd grown tired, our kids were in middle school, we were in our 40's and it seemed that life was mostly a series of chores. Even vacations with the kids, while a lot fun, were a lot of work. Perhaps the scariest thing was that we'd stopped making time for each other, even the weekly date night got cancelled more often than not. Mary gets all the credit for...
I was working as an accountant then in of all places, South Boston for a small numismatic and philatelic company that was owned by General Mills. Just as the North End of Boston was mostly inhabited by Italians, South Boston was predominantly Irish. My opinion is that women who have any amount of Irish in their heritage are the most beautiful women on the pl...
As we flew over the beautiful island of Bermuda, taking in the crystal clear blue waters, pink sand and the many colourful houses. I was very excited to be going on a much needed vacation with my boyfriend Chris. We had a hectic few months working in England and decided to treat ourselves with a romantic getaway. The thought of finally feeling the sun on our...
Thanks to blackrandi for the invitation to the Wine and Old Lace event. Historical pieces can be pretty challenging and I've tried to do this one justice. Thanks to MsCherylTerra, stev2244 and norafares for the beta reads and editing. This would be unreadable without all of them. There are others who prefer not to be named; you know who you are, and you know...
I love the County Fair! I had been a "County Fair Princess" in my teens. And even when I wasn't an ambassador for the County, I worked every year at the fair; registering participants, clerking for judges, setting up displays. I loved the fair early in the morning. When the animal people were just waking up with their show animals. The chill in the air, the...
Chapter 1 The Drunken Cat March 8, 1966 "Lock and load." In ritual often practiced and easily remembered, Green Beret Staff Sergeant Arturo Hernandez, taps the cartridge clip on his helmet twice, slams it home into the magazine's chamber of his AR-15, and sets his weapon on full automatic. Special Forces SEAL Petty Officer First Class, Patrick Francis...
Author's note: As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in search of what these admittedly strange fetishes mean, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musi...
Part III Chapter 21 ____________________________________ Walking up to the wreck, Callahan thought it looked like an old Soviet T-54 main battle tank, but now, after several years under the desert sun, the original dark green paint had given way to a lizard-like patchwork of rusty tans and grays, the main turret punctured in at least two places by, he ass...