I was 19 years old when I returned home from college in the summer of 1976. A lot about me had changed in the nine months I had been away, both physically and emotionally.
Leaving home the previous August a pudgy kid who had spent his teenage years unsuccessfully chasing girls, I was now a fairly well built young man who had discovered a new world when seduced by an older man, and had enjoyed several other relationships with men during that freshman year at college.
Now I was back home, where
It was Christmas Eve and the Grinch was on the prowl.
He lurked and he crept, and he leapt with a scowl.
He landed atop the house of a Who,
Little Christmas Loo Who, who would soon turn twenty-two.
Chrissie Loo was born on the day of the Who’s favorite season,
But she despised Christmas for that very same reason.
No one remembered her birthday because,
They were all too busy waiting for dear Santa Claus.
A quiet evening at home is what Chrissie most craved,
With a bucket of sex toys, and
“Lay down on the bed,” she said, standing before me wearing just this little diaphanous garment so thin and short I could see the twin dark circles of her jutting nipples, as well as the gentle flare of her slim hips. Just a hair’s breadth below the gauzy hem was the trimmed pubis and sweet pink flesh I wanted to badly to plunder. But not right now. She was in control tonight, and I was doing whatever she said.
Still in my clothes from work, I did as I was told, stretching out
I am often in Prague on business and often stay over the weekend so I have seen most of the sex shows in town and tried several of the cosy massage parlours. On this particular day I was not looking for any whore but just strolling through town after a lunch with a former colleague. In Prague you are often approached by girls asking “Sexy” or “Want to fuck” directly in your face but when these two business looking girls approached I thought they would ask directions or
Chapter 1
Alone, I sat, waiting for her arrival. Six o’clock she had said, but it was already ten past that. “Maybe she’s just running late,” I told myself. “Maybe she’s having trouble finding the place. What is she doesn’t come? Oh, Christ! What if she does!” I drained the vodka in my left hand, considering a third.
It had been three nights since the last telephone call, the second in total. Dianne had sounded better than I had dared hope, that
My name is Frank and I am about to share one of the most exciting, incredible experience that I have ever had in my life. Considering I am a middle age, overweight, slightly balding and gray haired man.
This is my story, believe it or not. One weekend, I was at home mowing the yard and daydreaming of how lonely this particular weekend will be with my wife out of town.
When I was almost finished with my front yard, I noticed that the eldest daughter of my neighbor across the street was washing
It is still dark outside when your alarm goes off to wake you to get ready for work. As usual, you hit the snooze button and roll over to enjoy a few more minutes of sleep. Little do you know I woke up feeling a little frisky this morning and you won’t need that snooze button!
Quietly, I sneak out of the bed and run into the bathroom for a quick visit before turning off your alarm and hopping back into bed. You are peacefully unaware of how I am going to rock your world this morning.
Gently, I
LeRoy was sitting on the porch, rocking and rubbing the head of that old hound dog of his, as Dinah walked up the stone path from the mailbox at the edge of the muddy road. She had walked slow up from the bus stop in the nearest town, at the mouth of a fold back into the Blue Ridge. The suitcase she was lugging, balanced on the other side by her guitar case, was heavy, but she wasn’t walking slow because of that weight. She was weighed down by something more serious than that.
She worried
Technology is a wonderful thing. It has created an entire virtual world of passionate sexual activity. I have indulged this new and thrilling virtual existence in many ways. I just never dreamed it might include my mother.
I married and was quickly left by a girl I met straight out of college. She was cute but a bit flighty.
My mother first loved her when I met and married and hated her when she up and left, a scant 2 years later. My mother has always considered me “her baby”, as
David and I were spending the weekend with Tim and Angela at a cabin owned by Tim’s dad. That morning, Angela and I went for a walk and she told me that Tom and Kristen would be here this afternoon and that Tom was bringing his video equipment.
David and I had participated in some soft swings with Tom and Kristen so when Angela mentioned the video, I knew something was in the works.
That’s when Angela put her arm around me and said she was glad we had had an opportunity to share
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