The Saint Mark, 115 East 9th Street at 3rd Avenue, East Village Evelyn Green bit into the juicy red apple, the sound echoing off the tiles in the kitchen. She chewed thoughtfully as she stared at the words on the laptop screen, occasionally pausing to make additions to the text as needed. She reviewed a newly written passage. Near the border between the...
This is the true account of a magic few months in my early adult years, memories of which have remained with me throughout my life. To prevent her present family identifying the girl in the story I have called her Jenn, which is not her real name, and I have also tweaked the setting a little bit. But apart from that everything that I am relating actually hap...
The author waives all liability for any technique described herein even more so than usual. Weak stomachs please bail out here. **************** Things had been going amazingly with Michelle. The one problem was we just seemed to keep bumping into my former neighbor and her former cocaine dealer Joe. Every time we ran into him on campus, which our class s...
This is another of my true stories from my life. This one is a little different than the others I've written to date in that it does not really deal with interracial sex, my favorite thing in life per se, but is more about my early life with my lovely and beautiful wife. Yeah, there's some sex stuff here. But again its true sex stuff and not something I made...
It had been raining incessantly for months. Large dangerous puddles hid out of sight like fiendish hooded phantoms, eager to soak the unwary up to their knees. The persistent precipitation relented occasionally, but it always thundered back in sheets of big oily drops. The rueful inhabitants of Lawrence Cove mumbled and tried to look pleasant, but this wea...
Preface This is a story about a trip I took in March 2020. For many reasons, I consider it the most exciting vacation I have ever been on. Every day was busy from early morning to late at night. I got to visit places such as the Grand Canyon and Zion National Park that I had wanted to see my entire life. It was a joy to finally experience these natural wond...
At first, the drive home wasn't awkward, but about midway through, I felt like I had to say something. I told Matt, "You know, for all the fucking and sucking we've done, that trip to the museum was the closest thing I've had to a date since we started. How 'bout you?" "Once, about a month in, but getting together once a week was so easy that I stopped tryi...
The hour was finally at hand and despite (or maybe because of) having exchanged dozens of emails, asking and answering 100's of questions, I felt that familiar mix of excitement, nervousness, arousal, anticipation and eagerness. GG (a nickname, given early on in a playful moment, that unexpectedly had stuck enough to get used interchangeably with your given...
This is the third part of "Pet Needs a Good Home" but I thought it needed a different name. * The same Saturday afternoon, now about 4:00pm I return from shopping juggling a damned eighteen pound bag of Purina Adult Dog Chow and two dumb pet bowls for food and water. It's not easy to punch the code in my smart phone to unlock my fucking stupid overly comp...
©Copyright 2018 Old Brigantine This is my forth story ever written I'm trying the new 'flash' format. I'm an Engineer, x-Navy Tech, and Nerd so I tend to get techno detailed, hope it does not distract from the story, too much. Some of the items in my stories are real, some embellished, and some pure fantasy. If you seek lurid sex then I'm not a writer to r...