The Ulleann Pipes are real and the music that comes from these simple reeds and covered or uncovered finger-holes is haunting. Some of the pieces still claw at my soul. Here are YouTube titles, for those that want to hear such music for yourselves: Davy Spillane - Caoineadh Cu Chulainn Uilleann Pipes.flv I am asleep (Air) & The Clumsy Lover (Reel) Uilleann...
" '[America] is a fair and just society.' 'Just so much for the few,' said Jimmy." ― Ham on Rye: A Novel Six goddamned hours! That's how long I'd been on premises — battlin' for bliss, at a Sin City swing club — this particular evening. That's also the exact amount of time I'd come up emptier than a bulimic's stomach. The trenches had been more brutal to...
I am a Master. Nobody gave me that title, but yet I feel that after so many years in the lifestyle, I earned it. A Master has not only ability, skills, and toys to be sure, but has the most important quality, the experience. In my quest to find a good submissive to serve me, I have gone through many candidates. Most have the worst personalities or the worst...
A collection of arcane and under-appreciated words. Definitions are included, along with clarification. Also, the word is used in a sentence, where appropriate, to indicate its proper usage in everyday language. NOTE: An asterisk (*) following a definition indicates that the word and definition are factual and may be found in any good 40 pound dictionary....
December 18. Two days short of her twenty eighth birthday. Rina's head spun as she cracked open a tired eye. The bed was empty next to her. Sheets were still tangled around her feet, and her dry and cracked hands lay motionlessly by her head. Early morning. Her stomach growled painfully, and Rina lifted one hand to shove into her belly. Her first movement...
It is such a romantic day. Just right for some me time. I am getting married to myself today. I needed to shower. I had a terrible week at work. My boss was her typical self; bitchy, paranoid and touchy-feely. She actively questioned my manhood, my cock size and whether I had what it took. I would quit but for the fact that I am paid so much. I got home and...
Day Twenty: Exercise We did not have to wait long for Mrs Tiggywinkle to put in an appearance: she turned up next morning with Raymond for shaving inspection. She'd done something different to her hair: the spiky little stooks had been squared-off, and now stood up in a sort of stubbly, checkerboard crew-cut. Her face looked more than ever like a squashed h...
Second chapter of my new series. I had so many ideas at the moment I don't know which one I can start writing, but I guess somehow that's my curse. Maybe a walk with my invisible puppy should clear my thoughts *wink*. Thanks to my good friend Thanos for the help and yes, the fourth satire about the Stones will be about Mind Stone, but I forgot who could be a...
Chapter Four: Haters, Assholes, and the Hands of Fate On the way home from school the next day, still feeling weird about the extra lubrication inside my girlfriend the night before, I decided to stop in the little drugstore to purchase some condoms for Adam so that he had no excuse not to wear one. When I got to the counter, the place was empty except f...
Foreword: Do NOT take this one seriously, folks. It's just another BTB satire of mine where the main character gets some fairly twisted revenge on his cheating slut wife and her Asshole lover. FAIR WARNING: This is FANTASY. It is NOT REALITY. Just wanted to make that clear right quick for the "super-realists" out there. LOL Oh, and as an homage to StangSt...