Fucking cop. Fucking husband. That's it I am tired of this shit. I get myself dressed. Someone is going to pay for this. Only a few moments ago the phone rang. Once again my husband had managed to get himself pulled over in my car. To top it off he couldn't find the insurance. Well that was partly my fault; it was sitting here by the computer. I am wearing...
Everybody has their first times. For most of my peers, it was with a girlfriend, or just some chick at a party. But for boys like me -- awkward, gawky, cute and complete buffoons -- first times are perhaps even better than a fumble in the back seat of a beat-up car past 11 on a school night. I was a late bloomer. But by the summer of 1990, I had come into m...
As far as crème brûlée goes, it was quite nice. A petite serving, it was probably intended for a single diner, but it was the ideal choice for sharing. The top was perfectly done, thin and wafery, sitting atop a thin custard that was smooth and delicious. Very smooth. Very delicious. As we finish the crème brûlée, I become, again, acutely aware of our prox...
In a small western college town in the desert; in a small white clapboard house three blocks from campus; in a sparsely furnished living room sit three roommates talking. They are about to make a fateful decision that will change the direction of all their lives forever. Cosmo and Teen People litter what passes for a coffee table. "Kari, Suzy and I were thin...
It was a slow Wednesday night – Thursday morning at the generic little 24 hour roadside coffee shop just outside of Winslow, AZ. I was sitting in a back corner booth, my preferred spot when I'm on the road and working on another writing assignment while in a public place. With a deadline looming, I took advantage of any opportunity to jot some more words whe...
The Pig's Ass porter's taste is bitter. Violent convulsions drive through my tongue and down my throat with the warm creamy brown flood. The Porter, causes reflection of a meal at a Tarbert's guest house years before . We were there eating the local offering of steak pie. It cried for a drink that matched it. The only brew offered came from the local pub. Th...
The following account is actual fact and not fiction. I resolve to tell truthfully of my first real lover, and not allow too much time on the other two men before him, who were sexual partners. We are to go back to another era in time, my college years. The year is 1984 with the night in question happening in late August. I was two months shy of my 22nd birt...
Gosh, Mr. Ward, you answered the door in your underwear!" exclaimed Judy, my daughter's friend. A number of things went through my head, but I blurted out, "I was just about to get into the shower, would you rather I answer the door naked?" At that Judy smiled broadly, but did not answer. Finally after a few seconds of dead silence, I remembered my manners...
So, as you might have figured from Prequel: I, Titman, I had a little fight with my gal. She was on fire in bed as I nailed her the best I ever had, telling me "I'll give you anything you want" when in fact she was sticking her ass up and wanting me to ream it good. Well, at this time I was only 21 and I was getting laid all I want... Why go dry in the ass?...
Since the day her family moved in next door, Melissa and Jeff had been nearly inseparable. They grew up best friends, from kindergarten right through high school. It was a very rare occurrence being able to remain friends for so long. The two shared a unique connection, a bond they were not even aware of it most times. Things just seemed right. Their parents...