These are my reluctant New Year's Eve Resolutions. Can't you tell? I'm posting them late. Normally, I don't make them because I don't keep them and then I feel bad that I failed in my quest to better myself in the New Year. This year is different. This year, I'm motivated. This year, I'm going to do it. My New Year's resolution #1 is that I'm going to exer...
I leaned down to kiss her and we embraced on the bed. We were both exhausted, totally spent physically and emotionally. We cuddled together closer, I told her what an incredible lover she was as we fell asleep. I awoke to the feeling of her hands gently caressing my body; fingers running through my chest, teasing my nipples. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm..." I murmured, s...
Candice dropped Camilla off a few blocks away from Luvlee's. Camilla put her clothes on after she got out of the car: wanting to stay publicly nude for as long as possible, she first put on her socks and shoes, then her panties, and finally her dress; a few passersby appreciated what they saw, and clapped for her. Candice said good-bye and drove off--she wou...
The dictionary defines 'perverse' as 'being turned away from what is right and good.' I am a flag waving American vet, but in my country it has often been acceptable to be perverse. Carnage and sex come to mind. When I was nine, my mom and dad used to press a quarter into my hand and send me off to Saturday matinee. I saw wonderful westerns, mysteries, war...
This is a story about my first sexual experience. The girl's name was Sophia and she was the most incredible girl I had ever met. She had dark brown skin, a few tones darker than mocha, black eyes (thanks to her 100% Filipino heritage), smooth legs, and B-cup breasts. We were both 18 years old, and had known each other since preschool. She had always been a...
Pete Marks followed the path as it twisted its way up the hillside; the right side of the path was boarded by a steep, weathered scree covered slope, while the left dropped steeply into a deep tree strewn gorge. The overhead sun burning in a clear blue sky failed to reach the gorge bottom, instead it painted the hillside and trees in a patchwork of greens an...
Leah and I walked out of the pub toward the lot where our vehicles were parked. Open Poetry Night was over. Leah is an amazing poet, at least I think so. I'm not into the typical angry/hurt emo style, nor the Old English wanna be with it's flowery prose and words with pronunciations altered to rhyme. Leah's poetry is plain talk with cadence and some rhyming...
Part 4 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ She sat on the bed shivering violently, seemingly oblivious to her brother’s attempts at conversation. Her eyes remained fazed, fixated on the blurred images in front of her, but she saw nothing of the room she was in. The only images that were of any clarity were the horrifying memories of the Festival that flared to life behind her g...
The story of my life with computers and the internet goes back to Klamath Falls, Oregon, Pelican Elementary School and a number of primitive educational games such as "number munchers" and "the Oregon Trail." When playing, you could hear the insides of these early computers zooming and cranking to animate a small green-dotted buffalo running across the prair...
Chapter 8 - Michael In the time I've known Andrea, she never ceases to amaze me. However, I know I'm approaching some very dangerous territory with her. From the beginning, we had an understanding that there would never be a happily-ever-after. It just wasn't that I have a wife, who, aside from the pedestrian sex, was a pretty decent woman. Had I not met...