I checked my piece of paper for the last time, making sure I'd got the address correct. Yes, Flat 19b. I raised my hand to push the buzzer and hesitated. What if we had no longer had a connection? I hadn't seen Joe since I was ten and he twelve, and although we used to play together almost every day, each other's best friends, we had all but lost contact sin...
I can't say that I love winter, but it never scared me before. I'd grown up in Indiana, certainly not one of the real snow states but someplace where snow is no stranger. Every year the TV stations blared winter storm and even blizzard warnings. Every year the snow trickled down and caused no problems. The alarmists had lost their ability to instill fear in...
This story takes a long time to get to the actal sex part. If you're looking for a stroke-story, you'd better choose some other story. Avalanche. A-va-lanche. A r-syllable-word that rolled easily off the tongue. A beautiful, poetic word. But there was nothing poetic about the great mass of snow and ice that came falling down on them right now, with a deafe...
It was a calm Saturday night, a peaceful atmosphere in our small home as I added more wood to the fireplace. It was our first holiday season together as husband and wife, and our credit cards certainly bore the evidence of that... as did the bags of holiday decorations and gifts still piled near the sofa. I glanced up to gaze upon my beautiful young wife....
Poetry is the language of love and should be used time and again to spice up your private life. And during the lockdown period we need it more than ever. Let's face it we're not playing games here. This is a serious business. Apart from the role play and the humour and satire bit. So, to sum up... We're playing games here, and this is a bit of a joke. Rega...
The thick snow fell slowly on a vanished world, obliterating the joint between earth and sky, erasing the sharp edges of the apartment buildings bordering the park, and obscuring the leafless trees and dark pines in a blur of falling white. There seemed to be nothing left but the stone bridge over the slow gray river like a bridge in the clouds linking blank...
It had been quite a winter so far. Above average snowfall, below average temperatures and it was only January. But it was Michigan. Today was quite a different story. The sun was actually out, it was approaching 40 degrees and some of the winter mix was quickly melting. It was Friday, and everyone was looking forward to the weekend. Some accident right outsi...
Prologue Once upon a time in a fairytale land, there lived a girl of such uncommon beauty that she was regaled throughout the kingdom as the most beautiful woman in the world. In her honor, stories were written of hair as black as night that fell to a slim waist and eyes as blue as a summer sky. Ballads were sung of her skin, white as freshly fallen snow an...
The Queen stood naked, before her magic mirror and chanted the chant she did every morning... "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the hottest babe of all?" While she waited for the answer, the Queen stroked her body, admiring the smoothness of her skin and the firmness of her breasts. She pinched a nipple between her thrumb and finger, then rolled the hard...
Another version of the old fantasy, with a few new twists. A salute to the Brothers Grimm and Walt Disney for their inventive work. Let me know what you think about this by voting...please. Part 1 Snow White's mother, the queen, had died in childbirth. A year later her father, the king, took himself another wife much younger than he, a very attractive...