Donnie watched Mary Ann from the study window. She frequently worked in her garden on spring afternoons while he sat and typed away on one of his stories. Today he stopped every so often to look out and watch her tooling away in the soil. He enjoyed the sight of her beautiful and peaceful form in the garden behind their house. Today was the first decently...
Claire simply couldn't believe it... Where did the time go? The September long weekend was past, the kids had been back at school for a few weeks and now Halloween was approaching. Was she getting old? she wondered. Did time actually speed up after you hit 40? She didn't like to think so, but... With just a few days to go until Halloween, Claire was rushing...
VII. Hester awoke the next morning with the sounds of the rain drumming loudly upon the roof of his small hut. He sighed and rolled in his covers. But the veil of sleep had already been lifted and, after some minutes spent lying and listening to the rain, he got up and stretched. The dogs had gone, but the door was closed; she had been back. As he glanced...
"Who but a bad, fearless, strungout, crazy motherfucker would come to Czechago? And we were motherfucking bad. We pissed and shit and fucked in public; we crossed streets on red lights; and we opened Coke bottles with our teeth. We were constantly stoned or tripping on every drug known to man. We were the outlaw forces of Amerika displaying ourselves flagran...
What an amazing woman Crystal was. I had just performed heroically in the bedroom yet this beautiful siren wasn't anywhere near finished with me. Once in the shower her soft and gentle hands were massaging my cock back to hardness whilst I kissed her long and hard igniting our flames of passion again. My lips pressed against her mouth, opening her lips apa...
Congratulations Mr. Farlow had set up living arrangements for me with a sweet widow in her eighties. Miss Georgia Ellis had a lovely antebellum home down on South Front St., and lived on her own, except for innumerable cats. There were living quarters on the second floor of the old detached kitchen where she put me up, and I, in return, did minor repairs, p...
The sound of the explosion ripped through the golden, drowsy peacefulness of the warm fall afternoon, suddenly pitching my heart into my throat. I'd been wiping down a table with a wet rag and gazing out one of the front windows of the Shamrock Grille, admiring the contrast of the flaming reds and oranges and yellows of the foliage burning against the cloudl...
This Friday, my lovely wife came home from work and announced, "I want to quit", but this time she added an extremely interesting twist, "I'll stay home, clean house every day, do the yard work, and ... be your sex slave." This stopped me in my tracks as Trixxxie had not made the sex slave offer in decades, since before we had our kids; when we were still t...
This story is a a continuation of a previous one: "Sleepless"; it follows the same individuals, settings and obsessions. The events take place in one of those unbearable continental summers * "It's too darn hot." sang the radio, and Alex hummed with it. It was really too damn hot, the late June weather was humid, sticky and nasty. Paris in the summer is u...
The next few days were great at home. Chris was transformed sexually. Whatever I wanted, I got without complaint. A blow job in the shower before she went to school in the morning? No problem. A quick ass fuck between my lessons at the studio? Absolutely. I'm sure Brenda heard Chris moan from that interlude. I got Chris and the boys off for Chicago the Frid...