Driving to my first day of college I pull out my Diamond picturesque Bic lighter and spark my blunt filled with Mr. Nice Guy Kush. I'm anxiously nervous for my arrival to the University of Houston. Will I like my classes? What will the workload be like? Will I meet my future husband here? So many thoughts drive my mind as I drive this car toward my next jour...
Copyright (c) 2007 by Corcyra Some old relationships, long after they end, continue to resonate. One such relationship was the one I had with Rita. I have recently written a free computer program to aid blind persons like myself in accessing information on (Linux) computers, and have inserted the following dedication in the package: ---------- Who Is Rita...
Update May 2008 All the people that I write about are 18 or over 18. Okay, I'm really sorry for not updating my web site for quite a while now. The only reason that I can offer is that Kelly has been taking up a hell of a lot of my time. I'm sure that I didn't take up as much of my mother's time when I was 15, but there again, my mother never spoilt me....
I've been working for the Engineering department of my university for some time as a teaching assistant, and since I've kept high grades as a graduate student and have a very good grasp of English pronunciation, the department has allowed me to be the instructor for some of the courses they offer. This past semester, I've been assigned to handle a required c...
Some of you may be wondering why I haven't been with Eric or maybe you don't give a fuck – haha, but Eric was out of town with his family until very late Christmas Eve; actually very early Christmas morning. That's another mess, but that's for a couple of chapters from now. Considering it was actually a holiday being Christmas Eve, we didn't get to sleep ve...
Grace Brazil & Keaster46 Christopher stepped out of the shower toweled off then peered into the semi darkness of the bedroom. The female figure was out lined by the street light as she lay sleeping. Chris wanted to go to her and gather her up in his arms and kiss her again and again. He may not have loved her but what ever it was that he was feeling at this...
I was a regular at a small club that was known to be a "meat market." Women of a certain age, divorced and horny were there often. I was there every Friday night and the occasional scattered evenings throughout the week but mostly on Fridays. I knew who the regulars were and their preferences. I also knew who the witches, the desperate, the players, and the...
by BrettJ (c) 2015 As her sporty little MG sped along its destination to the Ritz, Candy struggled with the pangs of guilt over her imminent – and ongoing – betrayal. Her lovely Princess had a huge piece of her heart. She adored Clint, her boyfriend; he was everything she had ever wanted in a man. Almost. Yes, he was strong and athletic and funny and go...
It is the uncharacteristic silence of the room that wakes Bob suddenly. He misses the steady ticking of the antique clock which usually sits on the bedroom dresser. Then there is the darkness. Bob wonders what has happened to the night-light which usually shines from the hallway. A momentary light through the window from a passing car reveals the ceiling and...
"That was her?" "Yes." "Not much to look at." "No woman ever is before her first upgrade. The gods see to that. It's how the first one takes that matters." "So you say." "You'll see. She'll be everything her breeding says she should be." "You won't interfere?" "She doesn't know who her mother was. Neither will anyone else." "As long as there's no bia...