~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Thirty-Three – Hunger Hunger is a desire born of need: whether it is of the body or the spirit depends on the want it feeds. A Fool's Book of Wisdom ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ From the depths of a Montmartre alley, hungry yellow eyes reflected the weak lamplight that timidly made its way from the well-ordered stree...
I was anxious to see Betty as I arrived at my office. There was something that I hoped she could clear up. Fortunately she was, as usual, in early. "Good morning, John. What's wrong? You look all out of sorts." "I am. I don't understand what is going on. It has been two months since that last company party and not one of the females that I had sex with has...
Well, so here was another fine Saturday to be spent all by myself alone. Waking up today, I know there are things I have to do, so I slip out of bed and head to the kitchen, scratching my balls and I search for my duty list left on the counter by Della, my wife of 28 years. If I don't get these things done, I will pay for it later. Della and her mother are o...
Cassie stood on the balcony, watching the rain fall from the darkened sky. It made a soft cascading noise that felt vaguely comforting. She inhaled another puff from her cigarette and exhaled it just as easily. Cassie took another moment to think back on some of her past experiences. Sure, there were men that had stirred some feelings within her. There were...
************** The Harrier was dying. Shrapnel from a rocket propelled grenade had entered the inlet of the Rolls Royce Pegasus engine and broken a turbine blade, starting a chain reaction breaking further blades, the jet engine was tearing it self to pieces. Warning lights and audible sirens were filling the cockpit. A moment off panic had passed throug...
After leaving the hairdresser I jumped in my lipstick red jag and took off down the toll-way. I was meeting Jumping jack for lunch and he'd promised me a pasta with white wine followed by a roll in the hay so I'd taken special care with my make-up and wore a mini and high heels that would make a judge wink. I hadn't been gliding along for more than five min...
Hi folks, this story is based on the Concrete Blonde song of the same title. Listening to the song might help you enjoy the story more, but it isn't necessary. From now on when I do s story about a song, I'll try to give you a warning on my twitter page so you can listen to the song beforehand. I'm grateful to Mikothebaby for her usual incredible editing job...
Do the other girls out there really shave their pussies clean? I couldn't understand how all of my girlfriends could take a razor to their beards every morning. OMG it makes absolutely no friggin' sense to me! Some of the baldies I know have gone permanent like Amilia, who is lasered; others, like Taryn, prefer the cue bald look without the commitment and w...
Whenever I read, I keep a pencil handy and I underline words that I don’t know and dog ear the page so that I can go back and look them up in the dictionary. I have always been interested in etymology and even took Latin for three years. I hope that these words can help all of us in our writings. Be sure to check out your dictionary for additional usages of...
Ronald could not remember a hotter day. Though he was accustomed to the hot summers that inevitably found their way to the Deep South, Ronald had never withstood one while standing guard over some hot tar. Ronald wiped the sweat from his brow and began pacing up and down the side of the unfinished road. Such was life on the chain gang. Ronald was grateful t...