Journal May 23, 2005 What a day I had today. Marty, my Forman, ragged my ass all day because I put the wrong color on some cabinets. It was terrible.. The only thing that held me together was knowing that Lisa was at home with a hot bath drawn, and dinner ready. she has been so good all week, I think I'll do something special for her this weekend. When I g...
Up before the sun Kendra Neal put on her face. Makeup that is. Not that she needed much with her complexion, it was more to satisfy her own insecurity. She knew that she was beautiful, guys always looked when she ventured forth. Eyes that trailed her even in passing. Ego could easily overtake this woman, but she was faithful. Tony Desmond was her rock, her s...
Freya Reynalda Idyl-Gliese was a survivor of several close calls. She was born in the United States, the daughter of two foreigners (to the US as well as each other's home country). Her father was Scandinavian and her mother was a mix of mostly south and Central American tribes who were there millennia before Cortez and Columbus and a small percentage Hispan...
I've always liked stories that start out with a rain storm pelting a large glass window nearly to the breaking point. Lighting that is so bright the whole sky is lighted making it day light. Thunder so loud that it about burst ones ear drums. However as this story started out is was an early May night with a bright moon that was almost full and stars so big...
Women came easily to me and I loved them all. The problem was, I could never date one woman at a time. I've been in therapy, and know that most women readers are saying, 'typical man...wants his cunt, and wants to eat it too.' Well you're right. I did. And I do.... but suffice it to say that slowly, slowly, through the cracks of my psyche, light is shining...
There is no sex in this story, sorry. This is a repost of an older story so there will be no voting. * The chick flick, my wife Cathy and I were watching the last two hours, was finally over. I had too many beers but she seemed to appreciate it when I sat with her. "I just don't understand it, John. How could a husband be so hard headed that he couldn't...
Eric Foreman stared lustily at his ex-girlfriend Donna as she fell off her chair giggling. He had been happy that they'd salvaged their friendship after the breakup, and in the past few weeks had reached some normalcy. But right now he was overcome by her heaving breasts as she laughed away at some forgotten joke. All Eric wanted to do was bury his face in h...
I let my eyes close halfway and I gazed around the room. Eleven people (there is always an even number at these things) were strewn about, all of them engaged in any of several variations of sex. I was sitting on the couch next to Ted Williams (and, yes, he has heard all the jokes), a guy I'd come to know pretty well. He couldn't be called a handsome man, bu...
Marty Begins Looking for Conrad It took Marty two days to catch up with Harrigan in a greasy spoon on Newark Avenue in Jersey City. "I don't have anything to say to you," Harrigan said. "Yes you do," Marty said with a thin smile. "I heard about you," Harrigan said, "You like armed robbery, right?" "I'll admit to doing time for it, yeah. But what I wan...
Laurie Forman was in the basement of her home doing her laundry. It was the exact same basement where her brother and his stupid friends used to hang out together, but she had put a stop to that. Laurie loved to cause pain and misery and there had been a lot of pain and misery around here lately. Thanks to Laurie her brother had locked himself inside his r...