'Lino' referred to within this story is slang for linesman, the former name (still in widespread common use) for an assistant referee in football. Should you like my second story, please follow, message or add comments as it will encourage further submissions. It would be good to hear from you. I would like to thank Todger65 for his support in editing guid...
Paul's kayak, slid down the slow brown river. He was well into the holiday, to kayak the length of the river. It had long ceased to be the lively stream leaping in stony river beds, that it had been near its source, and now it crawled across flat sparsely populated fenlands, Slow and lazy between high reeded banks, on a long sinuous progression to the sea T...
The sun rained its benevolent radiation all over my bare back as the ocean's waves endlessly changed the landscape of the white sands that made my beach. The salty water was a pristine blue that sang with the currents and the waves. Sadly, I was too busy to notice. My days in paradise were numbered and I had to get all the tanning time I could. Why did parad...
So far in my story, I have revealed how I made a daring proposition to two eighteen year old students, who were in need of cash to pay for an expedition to Mauritius in return for being my friends with benefits. This little tale is taking you back to the autumn, on a day in September when I had been seeing the girls for a few weeks. I would now like to share...
She leaned against the window frame peeking through the edges of the bamboo shade. Smiling, She closed her eyes as a rush of warmth and wetness suddenly pulsated down Her vagina. He always did that to Her. It was just the mere sight of Him. Especially in those well-worn jeans and white tank, He caused an overflow of emotions and irreconcilable lusts. Opening...
Xander arrived at 10:30PM on a Friday evening. He smelled of beer, and had muddy work boots on. I ordered him to strip, and he slowly took off his carhartt flannel jacket. He turned around, looking for a place to put it. "Drop it on the floor." He paused, and then did as I said. He started to pull his Navy sweatshirt up over his head, and stopped, to take...
In those early days, I had you, the whole kit and caboodle of you. Now, I have nothing but memories of our short fused life, a life shattered too soon. In my youth, I expected a future filled with you and you and you, found much to my chagrin it was not destined to be. Since then, I have loved just as well I hope and pray, but never with the longing, the pas...
Ilona sighed, blowing moist air through olive lips that were perched in the pout she had sat for hours in front of the mirror perfecting. The slender index finger of her right hand stroked the soft plane of her cheek, her pink nail polish lurid against her pale skin. When the finger reached her jaw-line, she curled it elegantly back into the arch of her hand...
I awake to the loud, but innocent chirping of birds, leaves and tree limbs rustling in correspondence of their antics, somewhere far above. I open my eyes. The lush greens of the treetops, bright pale sunlight seeping through the canopy lay hovering above me. For several moments, I lay in a somnolent daze, glaring up at the world above, until my mind f...
Bob Harlan was in the barn working on his old tractor. The fuel pump was acting up again and it was time to rebuild it. He had it torn apart on the workbench. The sound of a car in the driveway made him look up and then stand up. He was grinning as he walked to the small backdoor of the barn and opened it. The little bright blue car came around the side of...