I think The Kingston Trio said it first. But then Frank Sinatra said it more eloquently. It was Frank who moved it from the major key to the minor key. Brilliant. 'When I was twenty one, it was a very good year. A very good year for city girls who lived up the stairs.' And, yes, not only did the city girls live up the stairs, but - as Frank observed - the...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * A loving husband buys his beautiful wife yellow roses every year for Valentine's Day. I gave my wife, Helen, flowers lots of times but I only gave her roses on Valentine's Day, a tradition we started from our first Valentine's Day together. Our wedding anniversary, roses signified that Valentine's Da...
"Are you ready, yet?", Samantha hollered from their bedroom. "Just a little while longer, Baby!", Rick yelled back. "I'll come get you! You just keep watching that video I bought you!" It was Christmas Eve, and Rick had spent hours upon hours planning this night to give Sam her "special" Christmas present, and here it was, Christmas Eve, and all his effort...
An erotic story with no mention of cock or pussy. Hey, they don't call Noo Yawk the Big Apple for nuthin', ya know what I mean? Everybody lives here and everything goes on here. Nuthin' will surprise me. Let me tell you how it is. One fine day, I'm walking down the street. Now I ain't had no chance to bump nasties with any fur burger for a while. Let me te...
Tee: You knock on my door, and I let you in my place. I am dressed in lingerie -- stockings, garter, and a lace thong -- and wearing heels. You smile when you see me, which makes me feel sexy. Once inside my house, I lead you to the bed. You sit on the bed and pull me to you. You grab my exposed smooth butt cheek and squeeze it, while you pull me close and...
It was hot that late-August evening, the kind of hot that makes you wonder if you really could fry an egg on the sidewalk in the afternoon, and disappointed that the air was too still to cool you down when the sun began to set. I decided to check on my motorcycle, the one thing it seemed she could count on lately, and maybe go for a ride. I walked into the g...
At the control desk I hand my passport to the handsome young security guard, along with my most dazzling smile. He is dark-haired, broody-eyed, and can't be older than nineteen: in other words, he is perfect. He looks at me, he looks at my passport photo, he looks back at me. He smiles. 'Grazie,' he says softly. 'You're welcome, baby,' I reply in all since...
Daisy was lying on her stomach on top of the bed with an open textbook and notebook in front of her doing her best to try and concentrate on her studies. As if the noise of the showerhead that had been running full blast in the dorm room's adjacent bathroom for the past fifteen minutes wasn't enough to provide for the occasional eyebrow raising distraction s...
It started as any other day. I left the house at 11:30 am I had to be at work by noon. It had been a long weekend already. Nothing ever goes right in my life it seems. Let me tell you a little about myself. I am 20 years old and am quite shy and bashful. Never been on very many dates because I am a plain looking young man. I never did anything spectacular in...
Michael hurried to the airport. His plane was leaving in a mere hour and a half. Damn 9/11! What used to be a twenty minute ordeal was now a torturous hour saga. He finally cleared security and made the gate as they were completing general boarding. Naturally, the overhead bins were full. Michael looked forlornly as the pinch-faced flight attendant absconded...