The sun was warm as Ester walked naked from the secluded hot spring. She had been coming here every day since she discovered the little oasis two years ago when her father, Lord Sinclair had announced that she was to be married. She had been very angry with him and she sought to punish her him. So she ran away and in the process she stumbled across this little piece of heaven by mistake. You see Ester was used to getting what she wanted and she did not want a husband. But her father had looked far and wide for just the right man. Her betrothed was a knight of good standing, a Crusader from the House of Kent, who was away fighting heathens in the Click to read more
It was 1976. Jimmy Carter was president. Rocky ruled at the box office. Disco was in its heyday. We all watched Happy Days, Charley’s Angels, and (my favorite) One Day At A Time. Dream Weaver played on every radio and I can’t even count the number of nights that I cried myself to sleep with Eric Carmen’s All By Myself going through my head.
It was also a time when nearly all of the girls in our high school were virgins. In this day and age that almost sounds unbelievable, I know. However, this was in a time before nudity was all over cable television and the world wide web was a fantasy better left for an episode of The Jetsons. Click to read more
Okay, So I spent Friday afternoon at Angelica Sanchez’ house. She is my new girlfriend and she is beautiful. The weird thing is that we are both eighteen and neither of us has been laid. Not even once.
She knows all about oral sex, because she sucked me off this afternoon until I thought I would faint. And I got to see her stripped except for her panties and touched her pussy and licked her breasts and man, what an afternoon.
But she said that she promised her old boyfriend who taught her all about sex that she would not get laid until she was eighteen. Okay, so a month ago was her eighteenth birthday and January was mine. So?
Well, she Click to read more
Over the past few weeks I’ve noticed the development of spring. It’s evoked strong memories in me; decade old memories have begun to creep up on me. Time goes by like a snap of your fingers. As I look across the room, to my wife and our little infant son, I feel blessed. We had just moved into our first house that actually felt like a home. After all, I was back in Rayburn.
My name is Josh Walden. At the time I was a lanky six foot one. I had little to no fat but really no muscle, either. This all sat below my shaggy black hair.
I began thinking about the incidents of eleven years ago. It was the start of April Click to read more
Sandy watched as Jerry worked the ball back and forth expertly rolling it between his two feet just before flicking it lightly with a twist of his ankle. The ball seemed to freeze in midair as the defender kicked wildly and stumbled to the ground. Jerry then sprinted toward the goal, the muscles in his legs flexing with each step until he made one last half-step and then crushed the ball with his right foot driving it just beneath the crossbar, deep into the net.
Jerry spun and leaped, thrusting a fist into the air while his legs seemed to run an invisible arc. He hung in the air for several of Sandy’s heartbeats before landing gracefully Click to read more
A ’B’ or not a ’B’
She is the least appealing girl I know, not that she’s ugly or anything, she’s just … sour-looking, that’s the only word for her, sour — she appears sour about everything, not that I know her very well, even though she’s been around for most of my life. She has this small round mouth that she always puckers and purses like you do when you’re tut-tutting or when you bite into a lemon. I’ve always thought the pinched lips make her look one part angry, one part anal but, like I say, I don’t know her very well.
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57 Chevy Moves Ch. 01
I walked toward the school parking lot when I heard a familiar voice call out.
”Mike can you take me home?” asked Doreen one of my math classmates.
”Got to go to the auto parts store first,” I replied, ”hop in and I’ll have you home in a little while.”
”I didn’t know this Chevy belonged to you. This is really cool.”
”Thanks,” I replied.
My 57 was a two tone aquamarine and white, 2 door sedan, with chrome rims stovepipe dual exhausts, a bored out 283 with a GTO four barrel. The front seat had been replaced with some Mercedes bucket seats that Click to read more
40 Year Memories
The box had sat there for years. I knew what was in it, lots of negatives and a few old transparencies. I always meant to do something about them, but of course I never had. I still had the old enlarger, but I doubted it I still had the skill after over 40 years to print up pictures. Then technology took a hand. My new scanner could handle negatives. I hadn’t bothered to label the strips of negative, looking at them was pot luck. What luck it was. There was nothing much on the strip until I came to the picture of the Girl, well woman actually. How I remembered her. I remembered the small moles on her face, her long Click to read more