I gotta admit that my wife Thelma and I did some serious rolling around in the hay for a few days after that incident with Charlie. Thelma and I have been married for some 40-odd years, so we are best described as used to each other. There never has been any real hanky-panky to speak of, except once about 25 years back she caught me going into the local mas...
{OK. Shit happens in life, sometimes it piles up so deep the only way to make things better is to try and climb up out of it. Flesh is weak, anyone who claims they are pure as snow and even comes in here is lying through their teeth. I am no different, I can be as naughty as anyone, so thinking about that, I know very well my wife can be also. Hell, by...
"How in the holy hell did I let myself get talked into this?" I was thinking as the slightly heavy set 30 something lady left the room, closing the door. "Take off everything from the waist down." She told me, not showing even the slightest sign of discomfort at the idea of being in a room with a naked male. The naked male being me, of course. Debra, my f...
There was no doubt in my mind at all. It was Mrs. Robeson, at first it flashed into my mind that it was just someone who looked a little bit like her. Curious, I wandered over by some very large stone pillars that were obviously a decoration for the hotel, the potted plants I stood behind were plastic also. From that vantage point I could look up to where...
Every once in awhile we meet someone that seems to click with no real explanation for it. My neighbor Sofia was like that. I had disturbed her sunbathing with my ratty little riding mower, and it made her cranky. Then that silly wounded bird. We met over healing it, well, mostly it was me healing it. Women have soft spots for little creatures, it seems. G...
I almost dropped the cup of coffee I was stirring a dab of sugar into. Barb had just asked me rather pointedly to make love to her! Barb was the bit on the chubby side roommate of my then current girlfriend, Diane. The two of them might as well have been one person, they had this odd ability to complete each other's sentences, and if one was around, the o...
{Like happens so often, there really is no catagory that fits well the writings I offer, but I am an old man now, soon to be 70. So "mature" is what I use. The year here is from 1965.} +++ So many times as a child, then a young man, I walked the few short miles down to the small hill. There was a tall chain link fence at the bottom of the hill, I could ha...
Every story I have ever written is true, at least they are at the moment the hands touch the keys. I know they are, they are written by those who live them. They all live inside me. Do my hands even touch the keys? Sometimes they don't, yet the words flow out of whoever I am at the moment. I flood the screen with drivel, tears streaming down my face, fear g...
The first day after I got stuck, I could have just walked out. Not a problem at all, I had my backpack, gear, good outdoor clothes and heavy hiking boots. The second day, I knew I couldn't. I had never even gave a moment's thought to danger. I was just going fishing. The big Fall Salmon would be in the river down below, I knew. They always were there in l...
I think I know where it started. I was at a ball game, barely 18 and fresh out of high school so still a big supporter of the home team. Besides, I had played on the home team. There was this little snow cone hut off to the side, it was hot so I went over there. They had a banana flavored type I liked, so I ordered one. I knew the young woman serving them...