A short story about a horny old man. *** "There are places for guys like you," I said to the reflection in the rear view mirror of my car and I checked to make sure I was looking as good as possible given my 58 years. What those places were is open to debate I suppose. Mental institute? Possibly. Why else would a man be waiting in his car with the motor...
© Copyright 2006, 2007 It was almost five in the morning. Albert stirred. A shaft of sunlight pierced the curtain and consciousness crept into his brain once again. He dismissed it, searching for the nothingness of sleep. There was a hissing monotone sound in the background that made the search easier. He found what he was looking for, at least for a few mi...
(NOTE: My good friend Refugio Ruben Cardenas (also known as Cisco) is currently on death row in San Quentin State Prison for a murder he did not commit. Upon his request, I am posting the story he has written. Enjoy!....) * Covina was on her way to her mother's after a long day of work at the hospital where she worked as an R.N. She became worried as she t...
Chapter I She sat; butt tucked in the corner of the armrest and the back of the sofa, eyes wide and prepared for our discussion. Being it was almost bedtime she was attired as usual in a crotch length T-shirt little wispy panties and no bra. Amanda was just 20 days short of being eighteen but still somewhat mentally adolescent for a girl that age. Just abo...
You look at yourself in the mirror making sure everything looks perfect. "Tonight is going to be special" is what he had told you. This made you slightly apprehensive. You weren't quite sure what to expect but you had been told to wear an elegant dress and to be waiting in the wine bar for him. You had been out together a few times and each time it had been...
This one, happily is a true story. "Oh, sure," you reply, but it is. It really is. Just ask me. Enjoy. He met Peggy for lunch and afterwards he took her back to her place where they had some wine and she began to get tipsy. He had noticed, when they met at Cantors, that her breasts were bigger and firmer than he remembered and wondered if she had gotten a b...
Hi there! Just a few words before we go any further to say that I hope that you enjoy reading my stories and that I welcome all feedback – positive and negative – to my e-mail address. I may not be able to reply to you all, buy I do value your comments! With regard to the content of my stories, although there are certain aspects of truth woven throughout wh...
Regina was my first, and yes, the most memorable; but she was by no means my last reward for being an athlete. It is one of nature's mysteries how high school and college girls would cream their pants over a jock and dismiss a straight A student as a nerd. I believe the poor dears are hard-wired somewhere in their gonads for this and cannot help themselves....
Even without the combined heat of battle and sex, their bodies were saturated. Luis had his shirt open to catch any slight breeze that might happen along. Beads of sweat glistened on his chest before trickling away across his stomach. Maria was in similar condition. She picked up one of their water canteens, removed her blouse and poured cool water over her...
(A special thanks to Duchess Naoko Smith for editing and flogging when needed. Any errors, omissions, unsafe sex, or my incorrigible run-on sentences are mine alone.) * "Fuck... me," I manage to get out. And not in a good hot and bothered way either. Loose rock and pebbles continue to fall around me, a few unlucky ones making contact as I lie in an unorg...