All the characters in this story are, of course, 18 years or over. ***** It was the summer of 1956 and the sun shone on the United States. It shone on the mid-West. On Minnesota. On the town of Brewer, set among pasture and lakes, with its silos, railroad tracks, dairies and car yards, its treelined streets and spacious old two story homes. It shone on it...
"The Man in the Attic" and a most peculiar living arrangement A made-for-TV movie based on a true story, "The Man in the Attic" tells a complex and startling tale of how a middle-aged woman and a young man created a most peculiar and morally troubling family arrangement. The story begins in the 1910s. A youth named Edward Broder (Neil Patrick Harris) does...
Chapter 1.....a new country, a new life..... It wasn't just that San Francisco was a new city in a foreign country, or that people spoke so quickly and in a language whose rhythm she was only just beginning to follow. It's that there was a manic energy to the city, a flow, that sometimes felt like it would knock her over, sweep her away, suck her out to sea...
Do you like still and calm water of a lake or the unruly swirls of water flow from a monsoon spring? If you think a little deeper, you may like either of these, depending on your mood. Further, your preference would be influenced by your gender and of course age. Now, tell me what a boy of eighteen of calm nature would prefer? I am sure you now get it. At e...
The Ultimate Wife: Jen's Dream #1 My name is Jennifer and I am a 41yo, happily married woman. I'm so happily married it's ridiculous. My hubby and I met as horny teenagers and basically never slowed down when it came to sex. We treat each other so very well, and neither one of us has (or would ever) stray outside the marriage for sex. I am a natural caretak...
Chapter 3 Trust me, Feed me, Fuck me I went downstairs just as Tina was pouring out my vodka martini. Her rum and pineapple was already fixed and waiting. I stood behind her and reached both arms around, allowing my left hand to dabble with her breast as I picked the olives out of my martini and popped them in my mouth. She took a deep breath and leaned he...
Fortunately his Mom had not got round to making Rodney pose at home with those little straps, the posing straps sewn by the coach's mom. Not even with that new, tiny swim brief. They seemed to have vanished into his Mom's deep bedroom cupboard, firmly off limits to her son. This was the good news: no posing for the females. But Rodney began hearing strange r...
Working on two things at once can be confusing, I decided to accept Jezz Az's challenge in the 750 Word Project, but I'd already accepted an invite to participate in Behind the Walls of Sleep, the Gothic Horror invitational set for the 17th of March. That should be a fun event, over 40 writers have committed to it, PapaToad among others, and all of them are...
Jackie was born in 1899.....Near Clare in Suffolk Flo was born in 1901...A Cockney Kentish lass Jackie was my maternal grandfather Flo my maternal grandmother Despite my ignorance of their history, I have nothing but warm and cosy memories of them...Darling buds of May memories... We would visit as children, three or four of us at the time as I recall.....
Elizabeth and Gino Rocco were married just four months after the rest of the Estate slave women completed their lucrative vineyard contract with the Senior Rocco and sons. Gino couldn't help himself. He was hopelessly smitten with the sultry American and didn't want to lose her now that her Estate contract was finished and she was a free agent again. He coul...