It was the cool of the evening, around 8:00PM, Betsy, Hal, Jim and I had just finished a couple rounds of torrid sex and where sitting around sipping drinks and engaging in conversation. Betsy and I were stripped down to just garters, hose and heels while sitting at the small dinette table in their small cabin. The two guys, totally naked sat in the den drin...
"I think it is hot when a girl is shaved." said Jason. "I don't know that it matters. I mean you see more but otherwise what is the point." Tim replied kind of sheepishly. "I mean, if I can be honest, I have never seen one in real life. Does it feel different?" To this day I don't know what made me say it but I did. Looking back I couldn't have know where...
I had just finished my second year of Pharmacy school, summer was close, and I really needed a vacation. I wanted it to be unique, exciting and somewhere overseas. My friend Lisa, who I met on the internet, was a little down, so I wanted to surprise her with a Mediterranean Cruise. She loves Italian men and I had always wanted to see Italy, so it was a perfe...
I was watching a PBS TV fundraiser program on classic country and western songs and the original artists that sang them. You know the kind of show I mean. The kind where the master of ceremonies says something like, "If you love this kind of programming, call 1-800-PBS-CASH and make a pledge." Any way, as I was sitting there listening to the songs, it stru...
It had rained earlier in the morning, a hard, wind-driven downpour and Nicholas was forced to sidestep ankle-deep pools of mucoid water that had collected at the street corners. Now the rain was letting up; the clouds began to skid off towards New England and beyond. Weak shafts of sunlight squeezed down between the buildings of midtown Manhattan. It was sti...
Standing in line, I made my way to the podium where the professor was distributing last week's statistics midterm exams. My heart was beating fast. I just hoped I passed. I held my breath as I got to the front, and the professor handed me my test. Clutching the pages tightly to my chest I made my way to the back of the lecture hall. Once I was away from the...
Lydia had to trace her memory all the way back to last year's trip to the Bay for the last time she didn't feel the need to set the alarm clock on a weekday morning. With her husband usually up and out the door by 6 am, the ability to lay uninterrupted in bed until 11 o' clock rarely came. It was a good thing Lydia Benson had the luxury to do that because,...
(This story was written with/influenced by, a good friend of mine who got me started writing on the net. It gives you, the reader the rarely afforded opportunity to 'see' what both sides are thinking. I hope you enjoy it) * * * Bad day. Rough shift, and to top it off, the stop at the mailbox had a letter from the ex-wife's lawyer. Likely trying to squeeze...
Dear Dirty Diary, Four weeks had passed since Doug had come home from the hospital. He was still a little pale looking and complained of being cold all the time because of the blood thinners. The night before, he was detached and completely immersed in a Blue Jays baseball game. Early the following morning was gray and rainy and I was feeling quite sorry fo...
You feel the touch of fur on your arm. The long, soft hair gently caressing your skin sends a chill up your spine. The delightful sensation causes your body to tense up and pull against the ropes that bind you. "Relax, Amélie!" says the voice from behind you. "Concentrate on the fur!" The soft, chinchilla fur blindfold covering your face prevents you from...