… Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet--and here's no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my...
It was on my desk when I came back from lunch on Wednesday, the usual Fedex 9 X 12 cardboard envelope, except that it was marked 'Private and Personal'. Private and personal? Then why was it delivered to my office? It had been sent from Chicago and I could not think of who would have any reason to send such a message to me. My wife left for there on Sunday...
The years of raising our two kids had generally been good ones, but now that they were both out of the house, something seemed to be missing. Sydney felt our sex lives needed to be rejuvenated, leading us to experiment with porn films, weekends at 'adult' motels, and trying out different positions. Eventually we stumbled into swinging, though without any suc...
Chapter 01 The story of an immigrant from India By Dan57 and Ari Her name was Nikki ; she was 49. She was born and brought up in India, but had been living in the USA for almost 25 yrs at that moment. She had been raised on the typical old school east world teachings where women are always extremely conservative. She was married to Prakash who was sevent...
The readers of Good Morning India Ch2 may remember that Kira had met the French Ambassador in New Delhi on her first official outing with Kyrhan to attend the opening of the Franco-Indian week. She was presented to him as Kira Chowdhury, Kyrhan's Indian personal assistant. Her perfect knowledge of the French language (obvious as she was really French) had ma...
My name is Tony Marsh I am, or was a star Premier League footballer and I had played and captained my country regularly for the past three years. On this very different day I left the ground of Lingford United that morning with my agent Eddie Starr not believing that I had been sacked, or rather the club had torn up my contract. The only reason being as far...
This is dedicated to "Angelo". Our growing friendship, mutual appreciation for "our dance", and for the joy of each insightful, playful and passionate discussion we have remains a high point in each day. I hope that I have done justice to your imaginative creation and the passion that fills your heart. * * * * * Diana…. It is amazing how much junk mail a...
The four of us were just sitting around shooting the breeze on a Saturday night. We'd been drinking wine coolers all day and Margueritas since about six o'clock. As the time swept on toward nine, the talk turned definitely sexual. Steve and his wife Angela had been our friends for about three years. Steve, a solid, good looking blond guy was a jet mechanic...
Our Last Day of School. I can't believe it. This is my last day of school, I thought, not sure how I felt now that the long awaited day was here. Stepping out into the beautiful sunny afternoon, heading toward the group of waiting yellow school buses I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad school was finished. Throughout High School like a ship at sea,...
Regular readers know this. You who are new to me don't. But these stories are mostly true. The story and what happened and how I felt is true. The dialog is how I remember it, but you and I both know that memory is faulty when it comes to dialog. My name really IS Charlotte and Paul's name really is Paul and yes, we really live in the Richmond, Virginia area...