~And that, friends, is how to make a quick sausage and potato feast. Don’t burn your fingers!~
I sighed and logged out of the blog. “Mew’s Meows” was my pathetic attempt at opening up to people. My therapist had suggested it, telling me that the anonymity of the ‘net might make me spill my guts since obviously his sessions weren’t helping. I’d grudgingly agreed to make a go of a blog, in return for a promise of a waiting prescription every month.
It was probably one of the worst days of my life.
To start with, I woke up a half an hour late for work. No time for coffee. My clothes had fallen off the hanger during the night, so when I put them on I looked as though I had actually slept in them. My cat had barfed up a hairball, inside my purse, which I found when I was digging for my car keys.
(I’m now considering having that animal made into a hat.) And it got soooo much better when I left the house. Snow. And lots of it. After
Author’s note: The writer in this story is 26, Lessia is 24. All actions described herein took place between consenting adults and the relationship was established the year Lessia turned 19.
-Silver
DEAR DIARY,
I think of roses every time I think of her. The glowingly soft, perfectly petalled rose so aptly described her as though it might have been her name, rather than the more exotic Lessia. My beautiful woman, the girl I knew and ignored for so many years.
Oh, how I long for you,
While washing dishes in the sink, I didn’t hear him come in over the rush of water. Suddenly there was a press of a warm body against my back with strong hands encircling my waist, reaching up to catch my breasts.
“Miss me?” He breathed into my ear, tickling.
I groaned as he began to unbutton my shirt. Once unbuttoned, he pushed up my bra and began to tug and twist on my nipples.
Pinned with my arms underneath his, the only thing I was able to do was to wiggle and push my ass
I’d always known I might be arrested some day, so it wasn’t entirely unexpected. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a criminal. I was doing something patriotic. But the people in charge of things disagreed.
That can be a problem.
In those days I was running the newspaper from a little dressmaking shop in Tull.
I worked the shop in the mornings, cutting and draping and stitching gowns for Tull’s most fashionable ladies, and in return I got three squares and a bed in the
All of the shit that Sean had ever been through was worth it just to be able to experience this moment of his life. Lisa Harrison had been a teacher in his school during his final year. He was head over heels in lust with her from the second he first saw her, but they didn’t get on. She had only been a little older than his eighteen years, but acted as if she had the right to tell him how to live his life.
She hadn’t approved of his extracurricular activities; dealing and getting
I had to leave home to get to the south coast for some business meetings. I was not in a hurry and it was a great day. I hate all the crush at the stations, so I decided to get on the final carriage of the train, before first class. I was delighted it turned out the way it did.
The carriage was not full and there were no frontward facing seats until near the back.
I thought I would take a good window seat and then I saw her. Striking, Asian, demure, fine boned, slender and sitting opposite an
We both slept soundly after your taking of me, wrapped in each other’s arms… your head curled into my chest. I could barely move after erupting as I did for you, so you had just climbed up next to me, pleased by the effect you had on me.
The following morning, I woke to you looking up at me. I smiled wearily, and you stroked my side soothingly. We talked nothings for a bit. At some point, I looked down at you and your eyes locked with mine.
“What is it?” I murmured.
You
Moral: “You don’t always have to look far from home; sometimes what you are looking for is right in front of you.”
(This is the final chapter of Phillips’s adventure; Chapter 1 is “Valley of Mom” and chapter 2 is “Tab to Pay”)
“Oh god, big brother I want you to get that fucking cock into my ass now, please,” Beth was urging her brother, Phillip onward.
She was ecstatic that he had kept his word and come over to her place after work.
“Can I give you head?”
My consciousness snapped back to the here and now immediately.
It was about 2 in the morning. I was sitting watching late night television, and my friend Keith, just discharged from the Army after 4 years, was sitting on the couch, looking at some extremely raunchy hard core pictures. All women, sucking dick, their faces, tits, hair, all splattered with cum, some licking it off the cock of the lucky guys they had just sucked off.
My response was just a brief