Need A Hand? I was mowing Sue’s back yard for her, sweat running freely down my tanned naked body. Nude except for sneakers of course, it would be stupid to operate a lawn mower barefoot. Sue, my sexy next door neighbor, and Andy, her boyfriend, watched intently from their lounge chairs. My stiff bald shaft throbbed and bounced with each step I took; my exh...
The light metallic scraping and clinking of the tip of my sword against the ground was the only noise audible in the chamber as I strode toward the robed figure. The chamber was oval shaped, about 75' long and maybe 60' wide, built of stone. In fact, it really resembled more of a dungeon. On either side of the chamber was a wide doorway large enough to fit...
I've come to the conclusion that kids are like cream cakes. Everyone loves them, they can bring supreme pleasure to your life. The best of times are to be had when it's just the two of you alone, sharing some quality time together. All too soon, you know they'll be gone, so you try to make the most of every second you have together. Of course, too many of t...
Harrow On The Hill station on a December night in 2010 was almost deserted. I was the only one in the waiting room. The last train to London's' Marylebone Station, a non stop journey of some 30 minutes, was late. The cold outside was bitter, the ice and snow that had been clogging London for days still held its wintry grip. I knew my other half would be wai...
It was summer and we seemed to be going through a heat wave. All day the temperatures had ranged from hot, to very hot, to too hot. Not that we had to worry about excessive humidity – there's wasn't any. The air was so dry that it sucked the moisture out of you as soon as you stepped outside. We lived a couple of miles out of town, our house being on the ma...
As a child, my favorite season was summer. I remember being young, perhaps six or seven, and my grandmother, my brother, my sisters and I would go to an orchard several miles away to pick peaches. We could have bought them at the supermarket, but store bought peaches were never as good as fresh ones. Picking peaches was yearly ritual until I was in my earl...
My mother has a friend whose name is Nora. Nora is a hairdresser. She has been my mother's hairdresser for about three years now. My mom would always comment about how unhappy Nora was in her marriage. I never really paid much attention to what my mom was saying, because I usually heard these stories over and over again. The husband does not understand her,...
The average adult male thinks about sex thirty-two times in the space of a minute. Thirty-two separate engagements of separate thoughts, thirty-two distinct declarations of "I wish . . .", "I'd like to . . ." and the very frequent stream-of-consciousness interruption of a simple "Damn!" Long, low mental whistles and cerebral catcalls that never make it past...
Ixchel woke up every morning to the honey, honey smell of flowers in every damn corner of the house. She used to like it. She used to like that brought flowers so often and that called her so often. She used to like the way that looked at her. There was joy behind every single glance that Margot and she exchanged. Ixchel shined and sparkled for Margot. All s...
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...