I'm a freelance writer who specializes in country and Western music and who has had articles published in most of the leading music magazines and I even had fairly successful sales of a book I did on the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville. But the one singer I just haven't been able to interview, and the one I've had a crush on for a long time, was Reba McEntire....
He got up and brought me to my feet. We slow danced... kissing... hugging... caressing... while he's singing Forevermore (Side A). The lyrics really stuck a chord to both of us... There are times when I just want to look at your face... there are times when I just want to feel your embrace... I just can't believe that you are mine now... you were just a drea...
If you were offered one wish,… What would it be? A million dollars? A promising career? To travel the world? Power? Influence? I was offered one wish, and I was promised that it would come true. But like all good things, this wish had a price, a price that I was willing to pay. What was that price?…My soul. What, you may ask is worth one's very life? What...
1 I am 29. I have been thus for the last twenty years. I know those of you quick with numbers will say I am 49, but I tell you I will always be 29, forever. I have not aged, nor have I known no disease for these last twenty years. But I have known hunger. A hunger that eats at what is left of my soul. Hunger that brings madness and agony. A hunger for BLOOD...
Chapter 5 A Play Day When I woke up in the morning, my Pet was lying on her back next to me. She had rolled off of me during the night and I had come out of her. I turned onto my side and gazed at this woman that had reawakened long dormant feelings inside me. I had been so damaged by the brutal murder of my former Sub, that I had shut off my feelings f...
Tonight finally, on Day four of Zhay's Sex Writer's Symposium, the fantasy I described back on day one awaits me inches from my face. These notes, of course, are written in retrospect, because with Beth's silky thighs spread wide to lust-wrap Elle and me in her fuck space, there's no room for a pen, let alone my messy, messy sexed up notebook -- though tha...
Dear lost love, I miss you. I am alone now and I miss the thought of making love to you, your masculine touch and irritating ways. Well, I don't miss the irritating ways. It was such a bad time in my life and you never tried to understand. You never tried to understand the complexity of my life, my health and my tears. I was there for you like a typical wo...
Subway Slut 4 - Rescue © Literocat 2011 "Haaaaaa ha haaa! OK, we're done. She'll never pull her, ummm SHIT, again. Haaaaa! Hope you guys all enjoyed it. Time to clean up and split. Roll her up in the sheet and then in the carpet. No need to mess up the van." We saw them roll her up and start cleaning themselves up. Nixon told me to check Sue's email for det...
I have a wonderful relationship growing up with mother and her younger sister. They took great care of me. As years passed, I developed an affection for them. It was something I kept to myself. As fate had it, opportunities inadvertently arose to move us to adult behavior relationship. For our case, it was going to nudist sites and partake in nudist activiti...
Marie was a lonely outcast. She was 18 and had just started university, studying literature and history. She enjoyed reading; this was her escape and solace. She had always felt a need to escape from a seemingly lonely, desolate reality. Nobody seemed to like her, she always felt invisible--or worse, often she had been the subject of the cruel taunts young p...