"There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root." ― Henry David Thoreau Squirt fountained from the nude BBW beneath me and onto the semen-stained, concrete wall behind her boyfriend's head. "I need to start carrying some sort of to-go cup to these events," I thought to myself, "perhaps a Tupperware container." In o...
A knock. "Can I come in?" she asks. Wet and tired. "Do you want to? You're the one who left." She stares at me intently. Hesitation and drama. "I was... disturbed. Can I come in?" I step aside just enough to let her past. She smells of bourbon and fear. I watch as she removes her overcoat: a painted-on pair of jeans and a second skin of a tee-shirt. If s...
You've come home from work dressed in a dark executive business suit, a soft cream silk blouse and a white silk scarf around your neck. You walk up the flight of stairs, with me in toe. you're holding my hand and I follow, smelling and sniffing your clean black suit, kissing your bottom suggestively. We slowly seductively escalate the stairs. I tug at seem...
While I have a few stories based loosely on the same theme. This time, going to continue the Stephanie story where the first one left off at. This will be at the same slow pace, building and building up. It's been few weeks since our first encounter. Nothing of note has happened, in truth we have both been busy with life stuff. Just a few texts here and th...
“How To…” What a simple, yet all encompassing, concept. It carries instant meaning to anyone who sees it in modern society. When one sees “How To…” they know they are going to get an understandable set of instructions about something they may know little about. Every now and then even a self-proclaimed expert in a given field will open a “How To…” book to s...
This story is a continuation of the Blind Man Sees Ch 01. It picks up on the events that followed Ronnie's first visit to my house. Just like in Chapter One, the story is 98% true. Enjoy. When I woke up the next morning, I was as mellow as I had been in many years. I ran the previous night's events through my mind again. A total stranger had come to my hous...
We had been online correspondents, deep friends and sometime cyber lovers for a number of years. In that time we had seen each other through many ups and downs, but always been there with a friendly word , comforting (cyber) shoulder and occasionally a smart wake up call. Yes, we did that too. We were honest with each other and called a spade a spade when it...
Before shutting down my computer for the day, I open the email and read it one last time. A thrill races through me as I think of the evening ahead. “Jaimee,” I whisper, his name lingering on my lips. I am to meet him, finally, after months of chatting and trading emails; some are nothing more than delightful conversations of likes and dislikes, hobbies, etc...
She came by for breakfast around 9 this morning – coffee, French toast with vanilla extract in the batter, and bacon. She enjoyed the contrast between the sweetness of the maple syrup soaked French toast and the saltiness of the bacon, as this was the first time she had tasted the two together. One very attractive thing about her, in a never fixed top 3 – he...
"French Vanilla" Yuki, Rosa and I decided to sleep over at the Eta cabin. Despite the excitement, we slept like infants with dry diapers. I woke up with messy hair and soreness in the usual places. Other than that, I felt great! I could not wait for this new day to begin. It was after breakfast when the excitement started. I had my sunny side up eggs with...