It was a beautiful spring day in Atlanta, Georgia. The sun was out, a few puffy clouds were drifting by in the heavens, the temperature was warm, and a light breeze was blowing. It was too perfect a day to think of the disaster looming in the near future. That impending disaster was the reason Amy had the job she was supposed to be doing. The teen was supp...
Everyday affects you in some way. Some days more than others. Then there are days that change everything forever. I remember a day like that - a day that changed our lives - like it was yesterday. It was April 30, 1979. God, what a day! *** "Oh, God, yes! Yes! Stick your finger up my ass!" Marie screeched. She groaned deliciously and her body trembled as m...
The following story is a collaborative effort between my internet chat mate and myself. It started when I sent here the first e-mail after we met on-line (we found each other through an on-line dating service.) I dared her to continue the story, which she did very nicely. After four or five interchanges we got together and found we had something in common. W...
Preface: My wife and I were driving south on one of the highways that connect our home with one of our married children when we passed by one of the community funeral homes. Now it's not normally a busy thoroughfare, and it wasn't that day either, but the parking lot at the home was burgeoning with freshly washed cars and that was not normal. I asked my...
Although I had a fair amount of sexual partners during my first year of college, I had to admit that I had never imagined this would happen. Along with my fraternity brothers, Phil, Joey, I was in an older woman's apartment. She was naked and straddling Joey as he lay on her sofa. His hard-on was in her cunt. Phil stood to the side, had a fist of her hair in...
My apologizes to George Bernard Shaw's "Pygmalion." ****************** Unless you've lived it, you have no idea what poverty is like. In that regard I believe that it has things in common with combat – at least that's what one of the few people from my youth that I respect told me. His name is Joe, he is a Vietnam combat vet having fought in the jungle fo...
PREFACE Please note: There will be no voting—this is for information only; as well, comments are welcome, as are PMs and email with any questions about this essay. However, any comment which is simply "testimony" otherwise known as witnessing by churchy people, argumentative, or preachy, will be deleted immediately. This is not a forum for debating—most of...
Jealousy can make people do terrible things and the cost can be very high. This is one such case. Edited with comments by LadyCibelle I looked at myself in the mirror, rubbed a little blush into my cheeks and took a brush to my hair for one last touch. I sighed, backed away and put on the short black dress I bought this week. It was perfect, not too shor...
People are like fine porcelain. You can pick them up, touch them, toss them around if you want to take a big chance of hurting them, or simply drop them and watch them break. I guess you could say I'm a prime example of china that got chipped somewhere along the way. It happened back in high school, I'm quite sure. I just can't remember when. I mean there is...
This is the fourth part in a continuing series that started with "Show and Tell Dinner", "Job Interview with a Twist", and "Shoppin at the Mall". If you like this story, please read the others, and feedback is always welcome. * * * She cursed the morning weather under her breath as she maneuvered around other drivers in the torrential down pour. She had wo...