Harvest time in our town was everything. The hay was ready and so was the silage corn. The cows were coming off the mountain and the town was ready for it winter nap. The end of the year was great and now it was party time, so to speak. Our town has what's called a corn fest and I got to meet or re-meet everyone in town. This is a small town event that basic...
He saw her online ad, and the hot pictures, and immediately responded. They emailed back and forth a few times, and then he asked if she would go to an office party with him -- that way they could meet in public and she could feel comfortable. She agreed, and met him there. It was crowded at first, and they had little time to talk without interruptions from...
Since my Yahoo group is geared strictly toward subjects of SEX, and sometimes life is not a one-track train ride of erotic and sensuous bliss, it was a tough task to tie my Christmas Message for them to sexual matters! lol But after my usual, long labor in my struggle and fighting with words, I think I managed to accomplish it to some degree! hehehe So, t...
Ok, here's a little tidbit from my past. Snuggle up to Daddy. I was about 25 and working as an executive for a department store in downtown Philly. When you're a single, relatively good-looking heterosexual man who wears a suit every day in a business where the co-workers are about 90% women, most of them young and hot, well, life is good! Except, I was ki...
The old Harley, the old Guy and the new ride Well it's was about time I took the old Harley out for a ride. It's been awhile and both she and I need this. Time has pasted since I rode her hard and put her away wet. I'm not a young man but I'm not a dead man either. So the ice burg I live with stays home. The person I have at home got older than I, in my...
Note - Unlike my other writing, this does contain an element of fiction. * The GEN light started blazing red, the classic VW bus warning for an overheating motor, as the same belt which spins the generator drives the fan to cool the motor. This was a bad stretch of road for this to happen, with absolutely nowhere to pull off from the hilly, curvy narrow pa...
Gone are the days when I could sit across from a guy on a subway train and not worry whether he was an undercover vice cop. My seating preference back then used to depend on whether there was an orange or mustard space directly ahead of an older gent -- one not elderly enough to bring out my Elektra complex, but not so young that he could be arrested for sip...
One life to live, ladies and gentlemen. That's basically all we've got. My name is Sagal Jawari and I'm a young black Muslim woman of Somali descent living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I study criminal justice at the University of Toronto, and these days, life is too hectic for words. It's not easy being a brown-skinned female and a Muslim in Canada. Eve...
This is a true story about one of my experiences. As usual I changed people's names for their own privacy. I know it starts out a big slow, but just wait and see. XXXOOO Alissa. It was the late 90's and I was living in the East Bay area of Northern California in a medium sized city called San Leandro. I was in probably the best shape of my life, which iro...
The sun sets down on the freeway-- the day has been rough, violent, and short. The cars speed past the hidden bloodshed, oblivious to the scenes of criminality and depravity; after all, it is not their life. The radio jingles with deep melodic tunes-- she has sunglasses on, dark brownish blonde hair, and shifty pale skin. She is slightly overweight-- she's...