Always Time for Pizza and Pussy. Condo #12 Game 26 Wednesday, vacation was going fast. We chased Jerry home, telling him we were going to grab some junk food from the fridge and go to bed. Dollie took a long pussy cleaning shower. Good thing she spent so much time taking a bath. A knock at the door. "Pizza man". "What? We didn't order any pizza." Piz...
Harry sat in his van thinking of the two stories he had read online before coming to work that day. It was odd because both stories he read were about pizza delivery boys, persons, or whatever was politically correct at the time... men in his case he guessed. Of course what made it odd was that Harry was a pizza delivery man so in all likelihood he w...
Now it's PIZZA AND PUSSY, maybe-- Later that Daytona Bike Week 1995, we parked across the street from the pizza place again. With luck no one usually parked at the end spot along the narrow road. Maybe the guy wire and telephone pole scared them off. This was back when street parking for non residents was still legal. Now it's all about money and parking l...
This game began mid August 1981. We kept in touch with Dave and Sandy, the young couple in their thirties, by phone and by mail. I'd written them telling about how much fun the two older couples had been at the pizza bar. Dave was disappointed that he and Sandy missed that pizza party. We'd try a group pizza tit flash again. We decided it would be fun to h...
In high school I worked for a small pizza shop as a delivery boy. There was one hot female customer that always answered her door naked. She was probably in her forties with big natural breasts and a big bush. It was the sixties. All the delivery boys would fight to deliver her order until we started drawing cards. Before ringing her bell I'd have to adjust...
Melvin collapsed on his couch with a heavy sigh blowing through his lips, the days events running ragged circles in his head and throbbing behind his eyes like the bass from a particularly hectic rap song. He pulled his glasses off and placed them on the end table next to the couch. He needed some aspirin, but the walk from his couch to the kitchen cabinet s...
OUR FIRST BIKE WEEK PIZZA AND PUSSY. Sounds like a meal fit for a king. But the pizza was for eating and the pussy for showing. I'd recently sold my Harley and some of my old cars, replaced with a used standard roof line Chevy van to pull a flatbed trailer from Illinois to Florida. Seven trips, each one just over a thousand miles each way, to haul cars and...
Life is Short, Then Perverts Die ---2001 or 2002------ I'm thinking it was Daytona Bike Week of the next year, or a little later in the spring. We stopped at the pizza place and were told by the owners that old Ben, the 80 year old, had died. They told us how old Ben came in several times a week for most of the year, sometimes with a few other old men, t...
So what do you do when your lover's husband walks in and finds the two of you sleeping naked on the marital bed, your arms and legs wrapped about each other, the whole room reeking of sex, and a much abused cucumber lying next to you? Yes, that's quite a question, and it's not one most of us have occasion to think through in advance or to experience so ofte...
It was Saturday, alone. There was nothing going on but the sickening sight of Big Brother torturing 8 house mates over a glass of water or so it seemed. This intellectual exercise was going way over my head and I was in desperate need of something a little more down to earth. But what is more down to earth than a pizza and a porno flick? Ah, yes! But what......