I saw Mr. and Mrs. French stopped at the light where Southgate crosses Euclid Avenue and becomes Hill Street. Before they put up a stoplight, there was only a stop sign. Euclid Avenue was called Nicolas. Back then, Mr. French's old Plymouth, with its huge fins in the back, would have still attracted attention. I was probably the only one who noticed it today...
"Um, I think I'll just have another soda water please", she said, ignoring the glares of the manager as she ordered another free drink, whilst remaining on the much coveted bar stool. The bar tender grinned at her, conspiratorially, as he added ice cubes and a slice of lemon and slid it towards her over the beer mat. "Waiting for someone?" he asked, "You...
Copyright 2009 by madengineer3 No similarity should be drawn between these fictitious characters and any real life people. This is simply a story. * The presidential election had been very one sided. The Muldavian press had picked a favorite, early on, and had done their part to make sure their man won. Their favorite was Kar Amabed. His eloquence was in...
This past weekend my neighbors Steve and Dawn came over to watch the NCAA Championship game between Florida and Ohio State. As fate would have it, Steve and I were born and raised locally here in north-central Florida. Dawn is from Columbus, Ohio and my wife (Valerie) is from Springfield, Ohio. So naturally Steve and I were cheering on the 'Gators' and Dawn...
I recently took a break from my new business to visit relatives at the coast. Usually you can guarantee that I get 7 days of drizzle and force 9 gales but for once this time, I got a few days of Caribbean-like heat...and although I didn't have time for a hot and steamy romance by the sea, it did remind me of a time when I was younger and willing to hop on to...
It's pouring cats and dogs as I duck inside the building. "Whoo," I say to no one but the ill lit hallway of my girlfriend's apartment complex. I put down the bag of groceries and look for my house key. My fingers are wrinkled from the rain and I feel some tension as I try to flex my fingers. Finally I grab a hold of the silver key and I fumble with apartm...
"Last call! Everybody pay your tabs and get out!" the bartender yells good-naturedly. The waiter comes over and drops the check and I hurriedly hand him my credit card. He thanks me and takes it, but not before taking one final look at your body. Not that I blame him. You're wearing that outfit I love: a white blouse that shows off your tight body and a shor...
As time passed and I grow older I sometimes find myself wondering what would have happened if my path with Meagan had taken a different route. Where would she and I be if we had met at some other time or same place? I truly believe each of us has a 'sole mate', was Meagan was mine? She was the one I compared each potential lover with. I knew it wasn't fair...
After our last encounter when I had fitted Tara with a remote controlled battery operated vibrating dildo, Tara was looking for something better. She often complained that while the world was bursting apart with all kinds of devices for women, there was nothing terribly nice for men. I told her over the phone "There is no substitute for pussy. YOUR Pussy. So...
Cherylann, I call her CA, is a neighbor of mine for about a year now. My name is Stan and we cross each other's path occasionally; getting our mail, the newspaper, or coming/going to work. We had exchanged names and pleasantries but never spoke more than a few words at a time, since she was very shy and reserved. Her attire was demure also; much like you'd e...