In the Navy Maybe nothing more than a cock-and-bull story (c) 05/2013 Coyote/Kojote/Mike Stone It took me some time - clearly a huge understatement - to get this finished. Even though I already had most of it written, I was hesitating, correcting, going over it again and again. Reading what I got from others to help me get better and so on. Apparently I...
This story is a fantasy I just had and like to share with you. I would love to hear your comments, advice and additions to the story. Please contact me at the address in my profile. If you've enjoyed this story, please write me too - then I might write more! * [19/08/1940 ( Saturday ) - times of conciliation] This day was the second day of my involuntary...
I was on my way to Pereric's house in Malibu. He'd been banging my wife for three months and I was finally going to meet him. In fact, we were going to be staying the night at his house. They'd met at a business function, he owned a tech firm that was a vendor to her company. A Norwegian, which she likes naturally, he'd mentioned he drove an Aston Martin a...
Author's note: I've been overwhelmed by the welcoming posts this story has received so far. Just glad I've been able to write something that has been good for some of you. I hope this will meet your approval too. Sorry for the delay in getting Ch 3 up. I've been very busy getting started on a new University course, so I've been a bit distracted. There is ho...
On the ride from the Bois de Vincennes back into Central Paris, Runa and we detour through an old residential neighborhood that somehow eluded Haussmann's 19th-century wrecking ball. We stop at a cafe with a Belle-Epoch facade and Art Nouveau lettering. "Can you imagine?" I ask as we sip cafe expresso. "Cezanne could have sat here? Or Gauguin? or even van...
This story occurred many years ago. I wanted to leave a record behind of what happened before I pass away. I am now 97 years of age. I am telling this story to my Care Worker at the Home where I now live, she is very kindly typing this up for me. I am in a retirement home in Oslo, Norway. The story begins, sadly with me making a bad decision. When the Germ...
A woman in a kimono with a painted white face stepped out of Zerzinski's place just as I arrived. She smiled briefly in greeting, and opened a parasol above her head, before descending the stairs. Zerzinski seemed happy. I don't know why that even seemed notable, but he smiled without any provocation as I entered the house. Soon enough we were sitting ac...
I nodded with an "uhn-hnn," and then I was humming as I did everything else I could to let her enjoy it, and she was: sighing and purring, and then moaning as her pelvis moved, and then her thighs jerked and started to quiver as she gasped out: "Oh, oh," gasping and moaning as her thighs quivered, and then she started to come - all her sweet love juice! Bett...
The first time I traveled in Europe I had many encounters with women. I rode second class on the trains with a Eurail Pass, although I could have ridden in more comfort. But second class was where younger people traveled, and I sought them out on long journeys between what seemed exotic destinations. One such trip was made in a compartment filled with youn...
It was nine days after the neighborhood house party I recently described. My wife, Barb, got a telephone call from Margie, our Scottish neighbor down the street. Margie called to invite us to join them in celebrating a Norwegian holiday. Ivan, Margie's husband, was Norwegian and approached all of life with gusto. Our other neighbors had been rather quiet si...