This is a coming of age story of a young man in the 1960s.
My father and I never really got along. He was a hard man, few words and worked hard all of his life to provide for his family. He was tough though. When I turned 13 he came to me and told me that he would provide a roof over my head, food on the table and laundry, but if I wanted any thing else that I had to do it for my self.
“Get a job.”
That meant cloths, toys, entertainment, Etc. My father decided that my younger
Vacation! God how long has it been? This will be wonderful… going to a romantic place with the man you love and – for a whole week – you don’t have to cut up anyone else’s meat… no bedtime stories (unless you count the Penthouse Letters.) No hurt knees or feelings to soothe. Only you and Michael and your fantasies.
You got lucky; the plane isn’t crowded. You settle in – Michael by the window, you by the aisle and no one in between. The plane takes
The mud squished under Marcen’s toes as he waited for the best fuck of his life. The grass and shrubbery rustled as Cade appeared a few feet away and Marcen’s heart pounded. He had been waiting for this moment ever since he met the guy last weekend at Lavoi’s Pub. His rosy cheeks were what drew Marcen in at first, along with his brilliantly coiffed blonde hair and extravagant blue eyes, but no, it was the red cheeks that did it for him. This natural blush was so unlike his own
Jennifer looked impatiently at the clock. She was getting highly agitated with her breast pump wishing now she would of gotten a mechanical one. Her engorged breast was filled to a bursting point with the abundance of milk she had. The breast pump was only producing a trickle, which was not enough. She was about in tears. Damn she was pissed.
She hated everything that was happening in her life right now. It didn’t take much to agitate her since her husband left her for his secretary when she
Julie ran from the party as fast as her long legs would carry her. Her first college party had been a total disaster and now she was probably the laughing stock of the school.
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She had been sitting with some of her girlfriends from the dorm at the local coffee shop. It was supposed to be a study session, but all her friends wanted to talk about was their boyfriends or potential boyfriends. Since she didn’t have either one, she was feeling left out.
Her eyes roamed the cafe as she sat
My name is Corrina. I’ve got long, dark hair, a nice athletic body and I kind of get the impression that I’m fairly gorgeous. I hate saying that, but the fact is that I get told how hot I am by guys all the time.
This story is about something that happened to me a couple of years ago when I was living with a few friends in a house we were renting.
It was Saturday and I’d slept in a bit, but was still up early enough to go for a quick jog and be home before anyone else got up.
I was a regular at a small club that was known to be a “meat market.” Women of a certain age, divorced and horny were there often. I was there every Friday night and the occasional scattered evenings throughout the week but mostly on Fridays. I knew who the regulars were and their preferences. I also knew who the witches, the desperate, the players, and the losers were. There was a smattering of women that were there to dance and a smattering of people that did not seem to belong. I
You’ve been coming over to the house for three weeks to cut the grass, always when I have been out shopping or away on other adventures. I had the misfortune every tine to miss you by just a few minutes, until last week.
The Jeep my son had bought you was sitting in the drive way when I got home, grass had been freshly mowed, but I didn’t see you around anywhere.
Once in the house I checked the pool, you weren’t in there cooling off, but I did hear something coming from my
This story may read like a fantasy, but the basic facts are 100% true. I’ve just added some dialogue to give the full flavor of what happened. It happened many years ago, but I’ve never forgotten. And, I kept a journal at the time, so I wrote it down within days. I still get excited thinking about it, and it is arousing to be writing it down to share now.
My friend Jack and I were just 19, sophomores in college. We’d decided on the spur of the moment to hitch hike down to Florida from Boston
The next day, Sunday we got up like nothing happened, Annie never mentioned anything about the previous evening. Pulling ourselves out of bed we made our way down to breakfast and ate with only a few words shared between us. I was in my boxers and Annie wore nothing but a small, white, spaghetti strap cotton top. She had showered and while most girls would have put something on after cleaning up in the morning Annie clearly was not like most girls. I couldn’t take my eyes from her