The food arrived. We both ate like we hadn't had a meal in weeks. Within ten minutes we had cleaned our plates. We stacked the dishes and pushed them aside. "We have to make some plans," Shug said. "Why?" I wanted to know. "What kind of plans?" "I've got to get to St. Louis, Caroline. You've got to go home to your son." "I don't want to make plans," I sa...
Satchiko was the wildest, craziest, person I had ever met. It took thirty years to find someone even close to her equal, but after my divorce, I became friends with Claire, of St Petersburg Beach, FL. Other than one, typically Asian, and another blonde, blue eyes, they were soul sisters. Both were Large Ladies, not fat, just built big. Tits, ass, all of it....
I deal with people all day in my job as an assistant bank manager. I love people. You have to, to do what I do every day. But when it comes time for my vacation, I usually just want to get away and have time by myself. I don't mean go live in a cabin in the Rockies for a week. I mean just have the freedom to either be around people if I choose to or be by my...
"He's miscounted again," Ada said. She took the thirteenth apple of the dozen she'd bought and held it up to the light from the window in Aunt Martha's kitchen. It was lustrous. Everything about Slater, Missouri, was lustrous when lifted up for comparison with the Natoma, Kansas, she had so recently escaped. "Who's miscounted what, Dear?" Martha asked as sh...
Three shadowy figures, two men and a woman, emerged from the trees. Count Clitovsky introduced them as Dimitri Bollokov, Sophia Testlikova and Peter Krapotkin. They were formerly students from St Petersburg, radicalised during the revolution of 1905, now in their twenties, thin and poorly fed, and dressed in black. They cast their eyes over the visitors with...
No sooner had I released the poppet from her bonds then it became needful to refasten her. Alarms called from above warned of sail hailing into view on the horizon: perhaps a simple rumrunner, perhaps a ship of the line. "Fair Bitch, I must interrupt our pleasures. My duties call. I leave you here, safe in my cabin, bound for your own protection. Be assure...
You know, I was never much of a 'spiritual' man. I always believed that once you were laid six feet under, that was it. No pearly gates, or wings to fly around with. So, it surprised me when I did see St. Peter on that rainy day in March when my parents put me to rest. And it shocked me when He told me I was going back to earth. I figured it was to get back...
Der traditionsreiche Turnerverein St. Pauli 09 hat im Laufe vieler Jahrzehnte schon eine ganze Reihe Höhen und Tiefen mitgemacht und überstanden. Doch noch niemals in der langjährigen Vereinsgeschichte ist die finanzielle Lage so bedrohlich ernst gewesen wie heute. Immer im Schatten der größeren und wesentlich mitgliederstärkeren Turnervereine haben sich sch...
Last Tuesday, I was feeling horny again, not having had any since the previous Thursday when Katy came over and I fucked her in front of the window so my neighbor across the street could see us. I wondered if she would be watching, even though it wasn't Thursday. Katy was busy, as were Georgina and Sabrina, both of whom did not even answer their phones. I...
PLATO'S CAVE Small towns and small parishes are full of odd connections, and concepts acquire new descriptions in old places. For example, spiritual direction can take on a whole new meaning. . . The pungent, ammonia-laced aroma of disinfectant invaded my sinuses. It didn't matter that it was private hospital that catered to those accustomed to the best,...