Author's note: Please vote and tell me what you think of my recipes. I may not reply to all the feedback, but I do enjoy reading most of it. Your comments are always welcome. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy! In the last two parts of this series, I have covered an entire carne guisada meal for a crowd and I have hopefully helped you make red bean...
So I started dating this girl recently...a cute little twenty year old. You know the type, little tinny girls with perky tits and fuck me lips. Punk rock spiky hair, stilettos, black mini skirts and the sort. Needless to say, when she invited me back to her house that first night that I met her at the bar, both of us three martinis to the wind, I was excited...
Even though I am happily married, our sex life is virtually non existent; it seems that we are both too tired at the end of the day or the urge just seems to be passing. We remain affectionate and companionable but I fear that is what I have to look forward to. I am 62 years of age and working part time in a non-profit organization in my smallish Midwestern...
This is part of the larger pain peace that I have. Could put that up in the future, but liked this bit, if I can remember what I had : Also want to write to follow-up to this, but not know what to call it? * The cool air broke as I came from the trees, the morning air was thick as I had underestimated what the time would be from the house, but I am in no r...
There are two red washcloths on the table. My eyes are drawn to them the moment I walk in the door. My red satin skirt swirls around my ankles, and my hands come to rest over my hips on the matching red satin tunic. My pulse quickens as I meet his baby-blue eyes and ask: “Tonight?” “Yes,” he blurts out, his eagerness almost child-like. My eyes rake over h...
How did I let myself get talked into this? That was the question I kept asking myself as the wind passed lightly over my naked body. I clutched the clear plastic bag I held and looked at it. It would do me little good if I should run into someone during this excursion. I glanced at my watch and then took a deep breath. I might as well get this started, I tho...
When George Christopher Casemont, leader of the Frostburg Avenue Longboarders, got to take Gabrielle Abruzzi to the prom, his boys were impressed. As long as Casey, Flynn, Rod and "The Squirrel" had been running together, they'd never gotten much play from any of the Abruzzi sisters, who were kind of stuck up. But, time went by, and Casey moved to Seattle,...
I was driving back to the city after visiting some friends. I was listing music and thinking at the football match I was going to watch that night. Suddenly, on the road, I saw a woman hitchhiking. It was late afternoon, but quite hot and she must have been all sweaty waiting for someone to stop. Suddenly, I slowed down, and eventually stopped the car just a...
Tom was waiting for Denise in the hotel lobby. He stood and smiled as the doors slid open and she came inside. He looked approvingly at her in her tight jeans and crushed silk top. He wasn't the only man paying close attention. She smiled warmly as their eyes met. "Hi." he said as he reached for the backpack she was carrying. "Hi." she replied with a gigg...
Assassin: Chapter 4 Just Desserts Both women glared at the man before them. The very man that had wronged them both and tried to kill them. The man who now found himself at the mercy of two very angry, and skilled, assassins. This hit wasn't going to require much skill, but they would enjoy it immensely. They were going to make him pay for what he'd done t...