Spying On My Neighbor II I now know I am the luckiest person on the earth. Some would say that a gift like mine should be used for good and not abused, etc... Blah blah blah... We are only human and are on this earth for a shot time so why not enjoy it. It has been a month now since I realized that I have this new gift of being able to become invisible wi...
I love Friday nights. I never used to; it used to be sit-in-the-house-with-a-bottle-of-chardonnay-trying-to-ignore-Keith-enthusing-over-Gardeners'-World night. It used to be Friday night before the children went to their friends' houses for the weekend and I could sit and mull over my Chardonnay and think of all the terrible, dreadful things that could happe...
Chapter 2: Arrival Plus 3 Weeks (My Best Friend Nicola) "Ouch, OUCH!" Tom screamed, "Be careful!" "Sorry baby," replied Natasha, patting him gently on his bare ass. She looked up at her friend Nicola who was sat on the couch, watching intently at the display before her... -- That Morning.-- Nicola had been visiting the UR for 3 days and still couldn't b...
When I last left you here is where we were in the story: "When we went home that afternoon we made love in the ... well you guessed it ... in bathtub with me on the bottom as usual!" Well that turned out to be a very long evening. Mike is a great breath holder as I mentioned before and I am better than average – so we decided to have a bathtub breath-holdi...
Her name was Mona. Sure it was an old name, so its juxtaposition against such a sweet young lady was colossally striking. We flew to Kennebunk Maine on business one cool October weekend. We had a client there that needed some work on their computer network. She was to be the trainer and help to organize the workflow so that I could design the systems around...
Note: This story is pure fiction. It is also a prelude to Back Stage Bliss by Tabby JJ Kitty. It was a very wacky play written by a good friend of the director. Everybody was a good friend of the director. He was just one of those guys. His name was Fred. My then boyfriend, Steve, would come to rehearsals sometimes when Fred needed an extra pair of eyes for...
Priyanka (Priya) was a completely changed person than who she was just 6 hours ago. The long haired dame, draped in a traditional saree who had attended the New Year Party on the top of her colony's community building's terrace was long gone. Her fate got twisted when she came across the 5 men (who had been suspended from school because of her) by the end of...
Although embellished slightly these tales are essentially true and happened starting back in the early 90s. * I had been temporarily station in my little hometown in eastern Washington State when I met Tish. After a rocky start we started dating and six months later we were married. Shortly afterwards I was cut orders for a transfer to San Diego. Now I'd b...
"Be careful!" She said above him straining in this contorted shape, hanging on to two different ropes that he was pretty sure were connected, but he wasn't sure. She had it coiled around her, it went through her hand, across her shoulders, torso, butt, across her feet, to the other hand and away up a chute that extended some twenty feet. Dust in the light re...
Is it possible for a Black man to fetishize his own race? That's what I want to know. My name is Dillon Blackmore, but you can call me D.B. I was born in the City of Halifax, Nova Scotia, to a Jamaican immigrant father and a white Canadian mother. That's a story in and of itself, how my parents met and stayed together. I'll tell you about it some other time....