Sometimes a dream needs time to cook. It stews on the mind's back burner, bubbling in the juices that form thoughts, lodged in the wrinkly grey meat of one's brain. It was Chicago's fault. In the early nineties I was the new kid, fresh off the farm and too dumb to stay away from Cicero. One evening in the parking lot behind my apartment building, I saw chil...
Sam was unique among my friends. I don't think I ever heard anyone call her Samantha: even when her parents came to campus to see her play in a soccer match or act in a minor role in a Shakespeare production: they called her Sam. She was about 5'4", with a short helmet of red curly hair, and her galaxy of freckles was usually lost in the tans she got from he...
The morning had started off typically enough. Darcy and I had driven over to her mother's place for a quick early breakfast. Maxine had called us earlier asking if she could drive Darcy to the floral shop as Chris had stated the need to use her car to run some much needed errands. Once again, it wasn't unusual that we did that and had readily agreed. The on...
Fortunately his Mom had not got round to making Rodney pose at home with those little straps, the posing straps sewn by the coach's mom. Not even with that new, tiny swim brief. They seemed to have vanished into his Mom's deep bedroom cupboard, firmly off limits to her son. This was the good news: no posing for the females. But Rodney began hearing strange r...
My apologies for taking so long for this fourth installment. I'm deemed an "essential worker", so my time has been limited in getting in front of my laptop. It's been a busy week and a half. I hope you all are doing well and being safe. We will get through this. God Bless you all. This is my first attempt at writing a story for this site. It's seventy perce...
Some months ago, my darling hubby had a minor heart attack leaving him with several problems, one of them being he has to take tablets to control his blood pressure. Now all of you men out there will know one of the side effects of those nasty little pills is that you just can't get it up. Poor hubby still wants it so badly but his cock lets him down every t...
As I pulled into the driveway I saw Shirl's van gone, "Shit! Another Saturday afternoon alone", I was thinking to myself. I went into the house and started the laundry. Seems that I have taken that job over completely now. I turned on the TV and then went to clean the family room. I finished it in about an hour, and sat and watched the rest of an old John W...
Walt was home on leave after his two year tour of duty in Naples, Italy. He had joined the Marines after high school and reported to Parris Island for boot camp in the summer of 1959. After ITR training at Camp Lejeune he was shipped off via MSTS to his first duty station. On the route to Naples the ship made a few stops at Ports of Call, one of them being B...
With gratitude and apologies to Fredrick Brown, and those who preceded him. TW It was still Halloween. Barely. The Last Trick-or-Treater on Earth knocked on the door of the Evil Grown-up. Knock-knock! The Evil Grown-up sat in his living-room half-asleep, thinking deliciously evil thoughts. Visions of apples hiding razor-blades, gooey candy bars hiding se...
Alice had not always known that her husband was a drunkard and gambler but the realisation came about quite quickly after their wedding; in the long year that they had been married he had often come home late from the inn drunk and penniless. She could only be glad they had not yet had children as there was scarcely enough food to feed the two of them as he...