I'm Eddie and I died of a heart attack aged thirty-nine. Thirty-nine for God's sake! But I'm not sorry, 'cos that's when I started to enjoy myself. I'll explain. In life I suffered from a debilitating illness, I could hardly walk, had difficulty speaking, and needed help with my bodily functions - I don't need to expand on that, do I? The result was that I h...
This is a flight of fancy. A work of fiction. I may continue it further, I may not, haven't decided. I hope you like it, I really do but if you don't please don't hesitate to hurl insults at me. It's not meant to be taken too seriously. ***** Why does she always 'really need to talk' just when he's drifting off. He hated when she did this. Stone cold sile...
My name is Carlotta Crusoe and when I was just eighteen years old I went to Italy on a High School trip. If I hoped this trip to be romantic and exciting I was quickly disappointed. Our two-week excursion was for educational purposes only and for the first week our teachers kept us on our toes going from museum to stately house, to boring lecture after lectu...
The night was warm and unusually quiet, as she laid in her bed. She had her pink silk covers pulled up around her as she listened to the noises coming from her parents room. Her father sounded so mad, this frightened her. She slipped out of her bed and walked over to another bed and peeked at the slumbering child that laid within its soft sheets. Seeing the...
The wee hours' darkness gave way to a glorious dawn of pastels and soft light filtered through the hamog, the morning dew that did not care if it touched cityscape or rugged countryside. Jinx stretched the kinks out of her back. Sleeping in a chair, no matter that the planter's chair she'd slept on was designed for napping, was still a bit harder on one's...
I went back downstairs. Louise was enjoying her Armagnac. She looked up at me and asked, "How is she?" "Oh, very nice and ready for you." "So come and tell me what you have done to her." I took my balloon glass and sipped. "Oh nothing untoward other than a finger and maybe a kiss." "That's ok; what does she look like?" So, sotto voce, I gave a long de...
"What's wrong? You're so very quiet tonight" "Nothing. Everything is fine." I say. And it is. It's all so perfect. The streetlights we pass leave their momentary imprint on you, gently illuminating the curve of your body from thigh to face before leaving and trusting to the next one to come in and fill the black void. I've been watching you quietly for so...
Tony: 'It's a nice restaurant so I think I'll wear a dark suit, blue dress shirt, and tie, what kind of underwear should I wear? Boxer briefs? Bikini? Thong? Panties?' Alicia: 'Nothing. I want to be able to get to you. I think you should pick my cloths' Tony: 'What are my options? Well, black boots, just below the knee, of course' Alicia: 'Of course'...
More than Just a Passing Acquaintance HE WAS THINKING…. His eyes scanned the bar as he talked to his new “bar-buddies.” They were watching the Monday Night Football pre-game, and critiquing both the teams playing that night and the various women scattered around the bar. After about five minutes he spotted her, and knew that she was the one. Certainly n...
Author's note: This willing-wimp tale is probably fictional. Nobody under 30 has sex. Views expressed are not necessarily the author's. Enjoy ***** Double Your Pleasure, Double Your Fun ***** -- Late 1995 -- I'm Randy. That is both my name and my condition. Pretty funny, hey? My consulting business (details of which do not matter here) lets me control my...