Sometimes there are things that happen in your life that you almost take for granted. For me, it’s one particular private area on the banks of the Lachlan river in country New South Wales, and a situation I found myself drawn into for over 2 years. Most of the mainstream boating, swimming and fishing occurs in the area of town in which the river cuts throu...
Every summer up at the lake there's a huge BBQ that includes the cabins on the South Side of the lake. The usual familiar faces are there and each year, there's a fresh crop of new people. Over the course of the day yard games are played, we go water skiing, there's lots of eating and beer drinking, and some serious volleyball in the sandpit down by the lak...
There is an emotion I don't know the name for. I would describe the symptoms of this emotion as: anxiety, galvanization to adventure, nervous tension, jealousy and perhaps guilt. Of course these ingredients being only a portion of the mixture, no tasty description can be had. You know it; you have felt this way but can you find the word for it? It is a pa...
So driving down I-10 in the middle on the west side of Texas is not the place you want the AC in your car to stop working but there I was sweating my balls off in the front seat of a 1965 Ford Galaxy 500. Well it could have been worse I could have been traveling by myself but instead I had picked up one of the most beautiful hitchhikers a man could hope for....
I was dating this girl, pretty and fun. She was great, and dynamite in the sack. Her roommate was this hottie who needed men, and as a result made really bad decisions in that department. I figured she'd be knocked up and in a trailer park in a few years. Her guy was a total ass, but she put up with it. I mean, I'm no saint, but at least I act like I like my...
If you're from anywhere around here, you've seen those ball caps that say, "American by birth, Southern by the Grace of God." That's me. I'm Southern through and through. One of the things I love best about Southerners is the way we speak. For example, as winter starts to approach, the weather isn't "cool" but "airish." I have some fraternity brothers from...
I'd heard about Tiffany's massage parlour from one or two other bachelors in my little rural neighbourhood. None of us was particularly shy about our needs. We all worked very hard and didn't have time or in some cases such as mine the inclination to get involved with women on a full time basis. Tiffany's was upstairs in a small industrial block on the main...
Thanks to RNebular for his editing skills. It makes an easier read when someone else proofreads my work. His skills are of a tremendous help. This is a short story of the life of a Bastard. That would be me. Not much dialogue in the story but a humorous rendition of a guy that could not keep it in his pants. Learning the hard way that maybe he really was a...
It was perfect: I had unexpectedly skipped work and cleared off all of the dregs of daily worry - the bills, the half-read copies of Vice, the fliers, forms, and applications for things we'd never do - that normally crowded what little table space we had in our tiny apartment above the ubiquitous bars of avenue A. I had cleaned every square inch of that damn...
In days of old, as nighttime grew cold,    approaching October’s ending Back when a carriage was drawn with a horse And nary a marriage knew respite, divorce– So a bad choice at twenty meant lifelong remorse–       A woman named Sarah lay dying... When she was a bride, tall and wide-eyed,    her beauty and innocence blendin...