Lara always knew her childhood wasn't typical. Single mothers raise lots of kids so that wasn't what made it different. Neglect is a harsh word. Rather it was the general ambivalence or presumption of independence on the part of her mother. Lara never knew her father and as she got older she realized her mother did not know him either. More than likely Lara...
Chapter7: Turning Tide All good things do eventually come to an end. This played in her head from morning, noon, to night and ever since returning to the lighthouse three days ago. And it's been eating at her insides no matter how hard she tried to squelch it. "If only those damned words would stop running around in my head," she mumbled with an irate look...
You were out browsing the local small market, looking for a present for a friend, when you spot the Small Antique Shop tucked away between a Burger Bar and a Pharmacy. Entering the shop, you browse the aisles stacked with old books, toys, paintings, pottery and such when you come across a small gold stopwatch in a leather case. Something about it appeals to...
(This is a new story which I have shared elsewhere. I hope you enjoy it) It was Wednesday, market day in Boston, albeit a quieter one than usual, especially with the Covid-19 restrictions and everyone having to stand two metres apart. Anne peered into the murky green waters of the Haven as she crossed the St Botolph's footbridge. She'd read in that morning...
Winding down from a tense business meeting, I sat in my car eating a fresh sandwich from the farmer's market I had stopped at on the way home. I was experiencing the release and wind-down that comes from completing something difficult. It was an early Fall day and the sun was warm as it passed through the sun roof, the food was delicious, and I found a radio...
I disembarked on my station, tired like a dog. Outside was raining. Not a heavy rain, just a windy drizzle calculated by Saint Peter or whoever mans the weather station in heavens to wet you to the bones. I set my brisk pace to a trot. Four short blocks and two long blocks. I know, I know. Walking is good for my health. Our house was in sight. Only one bloc...
Sunday morning I awoke to find myself alone in bed again. I half hoped he would still be in bed with me, that he didn't have to go and do something on a Sunday. Sunday . . . How fast time flies! Just yesterday it felt like it was still Friday, and now I remember I have the weekly dinner with my mother and step-father tomorrow. But I won't think of that now....
To many it sounds weird enough to wonder if I tick right. But I’m not crazy, nor incurably deviant. Yet, every time I see a woman with one leg, I’m captured by a gush of strange excitement. The motion of a body with a leg missing is quite simply a mesmerizing sight for me. So much, that I even find it attractive to see a man with one leg, even when I conside...
The Story of Golden, the Girl with Bleached-blond Dreadlocks, and the Three Behrs -Cinner There once was a young woman called Golden. She wore dreadlocks. She was often called "Goldenlocks" because she had bleached her dreadlocks blond, and because it was too good a chance for people with droll senses of humour to miss since everyone knew the story of Gold...
I was inside her, I couldn't have gotten any further inside her without stuffing my balls in as well. Her clit was jammed between our pelvic bones and my balls were resting against the puckered lips of her ass. I could feel her down the full length of my shaft and it felt so good that I was having to think about my ex to stop myself from cumming. "Oh my God...