(True Story) I am writing this in hopes that the couple in the Black BMW-X3 read this and know how much I appreciated they show they put on Saturday Feb 12, 2005. Now I will explain to anyone else that happens to read this. I am a truck driver, big 18-wheeler. I normally from Iowa, to Michigan two to three times a week. Saturday morning, I was heading back...
Jasmine reached new York when there were protests all over the city regarding equal rights for black skinned persons staying there. Jasmine belonged to a slightly reserved family. So her parents have already engaged her to one of their friends' son Fahad. He was also studying at the same college and reached the airport to collect jasmine. They didn't knew ea...
12 THE YARD OF REGRET The place was called the Yard of Regret, though it was a long time before Greg learned that. It was a very boring place. It was centuries of boredom. Or at least it felt like centuries. In Hell there was little sense of the passage of time, although time did pass. It passed and passed. He even got tired of staring at Sofia's naked bo...
Raion had spent the morning sitting near the Shinto Shrine at the edge of His village. He often spent time there alone, contemplating, enjoying the quiet breeze and in season the fragrance of cherry blossom from the beautiful orchard that formed a perfect background to the sanctuary. Today He felt particularly blessed. His spirit had been low, an emptiness h...
Once upon a time, there was a king and a queen who lived in a beautiful castle with a big court of aristocrats, and hundreds of loyal servants. The king and the queen were intelligent and beautiful, kind and fair, loved by their people, very, very rich, and had everything one could wish for. Except for one thing – they didn't have any children. And how they...
It had been a few months since I had written anything substantial for anything besides work. I wrote an article for the newsletter about death planning and such.but it had been a long time since I wrote anything for the places I usually write for. This was due to a few reasons.greatest of which was the loss of my father. Normally...you hear about how death i...
I drew my jacket tighter around me, shivering from the cold. I felt the few hundreds in one pocket, and my keys in the other. Whenever a car drove by, I'd grimace and open the jacket to reveal my too tight shirt and too short skirt. I knew I screamed prostitute, but that was kind of the point. Once the car passed, I'd cover myself back up. I shifted my weig...
THE FIRST DINNER Dinner was quite extraordinary. Our host could not stay away from our table. He had to return time after time to ogle the erotic sight of his first nude diner. There were four chairs, so we invited him to sit with us, and to drink some Champagne. We explained that it was National Nude Day. He joked that I should also be nude. I explained t...
I watched Chris and Joan lap at each other's cunt for several minutes before hearing the front door slam. "Up here Ed," I hollered. "Hello," Ed called back. "Should I come up?" Ed yelled, his voice filled with questions? "Trust me Ed, you want to be here," I hollered back. "Hurry buddy," I finished. In mere seconds, Ed bounded into the room, stopping in m...
Trisha grunted in irritation under Jimmie's weight as she helped him lurch drunkenly along the sidewalk. He wasn't leaning on her all that heavily, as his roommate, Russ, was supporting him from the other side. But it was still more than Trisha really wanted to do. Especially because of the giggling. Jimmie was drunk. Staggering drunk. Not a crime in itself...