This story involves a retired man and a young woman whose paths cross one afternoon... ......... Chapter One: She looked familiar. She looked familiar, but for the life of him he just couldn't remember who she was. That's what starts to happen when you turn 60, he figured, but it doesn't make it any better to have an excuse for a failing memory. He had s...
"Shit," Ally cursed, considering her predicament. Outside the small side room where she stood, the typical Friday night party at Pat's was by now in full swing. A private gathering of assorted friends and friends of friends, the music at Pat's wasn't as loud or the crowd as large and raucous as at a typical frat party, but it was big enough that Ally couldn...
I both love and hate my early morning jog. On the one hand it keeps me in shape, but on the other I have to get up at 4:30 in the morning to get the run in before work. Of course, there are often perks other than my fitness...my route is often seeded with comely young women, most of whom are invariably clad in tight, skimpy running shorts and even tighter t-...
Dear Jeb, This will be my last letter for a while. That tantrum you had in the visiting room scared the heck out of me. Maybe you'll eventually grow up, and get over being dumped! In the meantime, I sure don't need to deal with that kind of scene again. I want to explain what happened, from my side at least. I called Helen when I got home from the doctor'...
"Flash of mauve, splash of puce, fool and king, ghoul and goose. Green and black, queen and priest, trace of rouge, face of beast. (Faces!) Take your turn, take your ride on the merry-go-round of an inhuman race." -Andrew Lloyd Webber, "Masquerade" The limo arrived to collect Troy and Julie Equals at 7 PM precisely. Julie had half-expected Helen to send...
I was in my adjoining hotel room bathroom staring into the mirror while applying my eyeliner when my grandfather peeked his head into the door and said, "I was just checking to see if you were about ready. It's 6:45. You know you don't have to go to this boring ole dance if you don't want to. I won't be upset." I turned and looked at him before replying, "...
He had heard the story from a few different sources. That there was a woman now residing in Chinatown who gave the most incredible massages in the world. She went by the name of Madame Tay, but that was all he knew. As the legend was told, more than one man had succumbed to heart failure while "under her hand" and quite a few more were driven insane. So this...
[[names changed to protect the naughty]] "Okay, Shasta--what's the deal with that chick?" It was late January. Shasta and I were sharing a cigarette under the eaves of Rod's, one of the more notorious gay hangouts in the city. This one featured drag shows four nights a week, which tended to cause many of the bolder TG girls to visit at least for part of t...
In the weeks ahead nothing seemed possible to fulfil my fantasy of having three cocks in my three holes at the same time. My twentieth birthday was only a few days away on the coming Saturday when daddy said, “Well my sweet little cunt I have arranged for us to go away for this coming weekend.” “Where are we going daddy I asked excitedly.” “Just to stay...
Ah... sorry if this is a little garbled... sorry. Words are really not my thing, I'm more comfortable with numbers...have always liked numbers. They're solid, predictable...if you do it properly, the answer is always right. Wait... let me start again, from the beginning. My name, yes, my name. My name is David Martin. Not an uncommon name, probably a bunch...