I am a bit of an art buff. That is, I know the names of a few, important artists and can connect them to their most famous works. My favorites were those guys who painted around the turn of the previous century. Van Gogh, the one who cut off his ear. Lots of those guys had tortured souls, mental afflictions, generally low self-esteem, and a tendency to live...
Early morning on March 31 and Clare was not the only person in the magnificent resort swimming area. While running miles in the morning, she had seen the interlocking pools from Olympic length to wading pools, hot tubs to diving pools, all separated by rectangular marble columns about eight feet high and concrete aprons holding the chairs, lounges, tables an...
Dear Readers, for those of you who have sent me emails and comments, thank you so much for your patience! Only one more chapter left after this, so I hope you all enjoy reading as much as I have enjoyed writing! Leave your comments and don't forget to vote! Upon arrival in Munich, Heidi informed them that it would be best to catch a train ride to Memmin...
I Get Laid Ch.1 I am standing at the corner of Broadway and Tremont. There are buildings on all sides. The sky is scattered with clouds. I grab onto the girl next to me. She is blonde. The blonde hair bundles down around her face as she turns in shock at my forwardness. I have grabbed her by the arm. It is then I notice her beauty. I say, "you look beauti...
I was 43 when I married for the first time. Stella was 32 and two years free of a bad marriage. I was a well traveled and experience bachelor, she was a neglected wife looking to make up for lost time and opportunities. Once free of her marriage vow she turned totally promiscuous. I suppose the fact that her ex left her for a 21-year old tart with a reputati...
"I think I may need a favour," said Ed Friar to his son. "What can I do for you?" Nick Friar said, taking a drink from the beer his father had handed him. "You seem to have turned me into a girl magnet." Nick laughed. "I have?" "Well, something has. Used to be I was invisible to anyone female under the age of fifty, but this last month or two, something'...
She pulled the dress on over her head and looked in the mirror. It was form fitting, just short enough to be inappropriate for work and just long enough to be appropriate in a small town. She pulled on a jean jacket and slipped her feet into a pair of simple heels. It was far from her normal attire, but tonight she had to blend in. Her heels echoed on the...
Iimja slowly became aware of his surroundings. He was laying on his back on the ground. It was warm, which was good because he was naked, but not as hot as home. The sound of waves breaking came from not far away. As he slowly opened his eyes he saw palm trees against a blue sky with puffy white clouds. "So far, so good," he thought. "Seems right." This bo...
Sarah the trailer park girl was good to her word; she blew me all the way home. Well, she blew me to the third red light when I let go with all of the pent up desires created from watching two beauties go at each other for hours. After that I figured she just sort of played with my soft little tool to keep from getting bored. I haven't seen her in two weeks...
Chapter One Oregon Trial Wyoming Territory -- 1860 The trail had been long and hard in the three months since leaving Independence, Missouri. For weeks, no rain came, baking the ground into rutted cracks. The lack of rain had brought once flourishing streams to slow muddy trickles. Late June had turned hot and muggy with the forecast for July bearing no...