Dear Shoeblossom: I've always known I was a bad boy. My Mother used to get so mad at me...she'd want me to spend time with my sisters, and help polish the silverware...she'd shake her head because I didn't want to play with paper dolls...I wanted to be like my macho father. Mother had strawberry blonde hair in a bouffant hairdo, and what they used to call...
He had called her the next day, just like he promised. They had a short conversation about nothing in particular, and he told her he would swing by around 7 on Saturday to take her to dinner. Rosalie had never fallen for a guy so quickly before. Alistair was sweet, attentive and so good looking it made her nervous. She could barely wait till Saturday, just w...
Hallowe'en. All Hallows Eve. Samhain. Big holiday for us pagan types, and myself in particular as a professional costumer. So, after getting kitted up, I headed north to the City to go strut my duds and generally get down. A chance occurrence giving a DJ a ride wound me up at a sweet after-hours party, and I closed the place down. On the drive home I was...
Cold water leaked through her shoe. She felt the chill first, then the dampness. Curling her toes away from the irritant, she looked down. She had been sitting on the sand too long and not noticed the tide creeping grain by grain towards her canvas covered feet. She slapped her thighs in frustration and jumped up, soaking her one dry foot in the stumbling pr...
I thought it was going to be another bus ride home. No not this occasion. My girlfriend and myself were taking our usual bus home after work. We work at the same law firm in down-town. It was late afternoon and the sun shone through the bus windows casting shadows. We had decided to sit at the back of the bus where we usually sit, at the very back seat. For...
**Don't forget to vote!** The three hour drive to the city was well worth the end. I was meeting with two of my fellow authors for a drink after two years of talking at each other over the forum boards. We figured we knew each other well enough to know that we weren't going to be axe-murdered (we hoped) and that we'd probably have a hell of a time. I came...
Call me Cake. My real name isn't important. I'm thirty-six, about five-four, I have long black hair, dark eyes, and I weigh about a hundred and four pounds. I've been told that my smile is infectious and that I make people happy just by being around them-everyone except my poor husband. He hasn't been getting much attention from me lately. I guess I have a...
I let my fingers glide over the ice, feeling the depth of its chill. I press myself close in behind her, breathe hard into her ear to distract her, and press my freezing hand to her hot, red ass. She squirms in her chains as I slip my fingers between her buttocks and run them down and around to her front, just brushing her clitoris. She’s panting hard into...
Note to reader: My last entry, "One Glass of Wine?" was not very good. That was partly because it was hastily prepared in fantasy mode. This version, "One Glass of Wine, Revisited" (without a question mark) is, I think, better and here is why. The first was fiction, with things added that I would like to see done to me. But that is not up to me, so in this s...
Dodging a sudden downpour, Elgin Arinze cut across a busy Atlanta street and sprinted toward a bus stop. He tucked a pricey pair of headphones inside the T-shirt he wore with jersey shorts and ratty kicks, having just left from a workout with Hunter, an old friend. While Elgin had moved on to a master's program, his friend's rich father continued to bankroll...