I was asleep before we taxied to the runway and didn't rouse from my slumber until many hours later when the pilot started our descent into Boston Logan airport. While I realize that this may not sound like a particularly interesting piece of information, just know that sleeping on airplanes is an extraordinarily unusual activity for me. While I always carry...
For reasons I do not understand, I feel driven to journal this day live when possible. Following that same instinct, on this appropriately overcast day, I'm rushing through a damp and uneven, grassy cemetery to a burial. My black umbrella hooked on my wrist lurches as I avoid running. I'm just in time to see the casket drop into the ground and watch the mode...
YOU GOTTA PAY FOR PUSSY "You Gotta Pay For Pussy," Says my cousin Joe If you wan'na get fucked Or you wan'na get blowed Gals think of pussy Like a piggy bank Put in the coin Then fill the tank Joe has a girly who really ain't a whore But before he fucks her He takes her to a store Buys her a dress Or a wash'in machine Gets her into bed She s...
Chapter 4 - Big Bad & Little Red I slipped into the alley beyond the back hedge, and quickly discovered that it isn't easy to cut a low profile wearing a wrinkly oversized coat, rolled up trousers and a scarf up above your nose - at least not on a warm late-spring day. Not to mention the red high-heeled shoes. I leaned out into the alley and plotted a route...
This is but the introductory background to the story of my erotic liberation. If you want to appreciate love being the basis for erotica, read Part 1 first. Dr. Jen. *** Sunday morning found me at my desk in my bedroom already immersed in preparing a review of my class notes for the midterms that would follow in November, and of course, doing the require...
Meat loaf. No, not the singer, but it all started one afternoon when I was kneading Ritz cracker crumbs and chopped onions into hamburger and shaping the palm-sized loaves to put into the oven for supper with a pan of scalloped potatoes. I was looking at the TV in the kitchen and suddenly, this beautiful thick chiseled bare-chested man stood in glorious hig...
Part 1 – The Party I work as a checkout supervisor in a large chain grocery store. I had had a long career in manufacturing management, spending twenty years at a business owned by my in-laws. Due to some bad business decisions by my wife's alcoholic mother and brother, we had to close the business. Soon after that, our marriage collapsed. To make a very lo...
The Yorkshire village of Hornsthwaitedale straddles the lazy curve of the river around the old stone bridge where the oak tree bends low beneath the lush weight of its own greenery, and willows ripple shadows up from the shingle riverbank across the cemetery towards the tall spire of the Norman church. Several narrow ginnels and snickets radiate between clus...
Dominating the Princess Chapter one. After a very busy morning, Dr. Jon headed to his office for a much needed break. As he opened the door he saw her sitting on the corner of his desk. Jon took a moment to look her over, she wasn't what most people considered "Hollywood sexy" but she had the kind of curves and looks that would even grab a blind man's atte...
Another couple of days passed. Thomas spent them alone, and he discovered to his dismay that in addition to being horny—more and more frustratingly blue-balled with each passing day, in fact—he was also terribly lonely. He missed having Clio around. He tried to rationalize it away, to tell himself that what he missed was human contact in general. But there w...