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(A Beginning)
Back in the Kennedy era, it wasn’t easy for a 17-year-old male, going
to a good school in an upper-middle-class suburb, to lose his virginity.
Not without having to pay. Kids these days,… God, listen to the old
geezer! Kids in the ’90s who haven’t fucked on the second date probably
figure they’ve screwed up (so to speak). And that may have been the
case in L.A. or Greenwich Village when I was a teenager — but certainly
not on the north side of San Antonio.
That decade held world-changing surprises for all of us, but at [read more...]
Germany is a beautiful country. I loved being there just as much as
every other time I’d been there. This time I was at Kaiserslautern,
teaching a few classes at Ramstein Air Force Base. The first business day I
was there, I reported to the Education Officer to find out where my class
was going to be and how many students I’d have. He wasn’t there, but his
aide had the answers to my questions.
Betsy and I hit it off immediately. She was a perky little
redheaded sergeant, cute and bubbly.
“You’ve got a gorgeous Brit in your class,” she sighed. “Don’t you
just love those Brits? [read more...]
I first met Georgia about a year ago, when I was moving in my new
condo in West Palm Beach. She was tan, trim, big busted for a petite
lady and the divorced mother of two children. She was very out going,
with a steady stream of questions, local information, and the latest
gossip going around the complex.
Over the next few months, I became a regular visitor, dropping by
Georgia’s apartment after work and on Saturday mornings. She never
seemed to mind, and occasionally she would drop by my place if she
hadn’t seen me for a day or two. I never thought much about her,
sexually that is, [read more...]
[This minor but memorable incident really happened, May '93, in Baltimore.
Well,... the nouns and the verbs are true; the adjectives and the adverbs
may or may not be. And the motivations are largely speculative. The
names have not been changed because these are my friends and none of them
needs protecting.]
NOTE: I don’t usually write in present tense, but when I replay this in my
memory, it’s *always* in present tense….
Until Next [read more...]
The stars twinkled down from a crystal sky. The moon was just a
sliver, illuminating nothing but making the shadows seem deeper.
Four cars sat silent in the driveway. The windows of the house were
dark. A hush had fallen over the scene.
It was not long before the silence was broken by the whish-whish
of footsteps moving through the tall grass. Two shadows broke apart
from the others and moved to the side door of the garage. The
taller of the two fumbled in his pockets for something. There was
the jingle of keys and the door obediently swung open. The shadows
dissappeared within.
[read more...]
Ken was nervous as he stood at the back of the chapel. He’d been
to other funerals, but this one would be different. The chapel
wasn’t full, but it was well filled as the soothing music ended
and Bob Fuller walked up to the casket.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Bob began, using the lid of the closed
coffin as a lectern of sorts. The low murmur of conversation
ceased. “Rick McCleary asked me to say a few words here, and so
I’m speaking to you now. I knew Rick and Anne well, but not so
well as I would have liked. As most [read more...]
There you are leaning over your art desk working on your projects,
you have been hard at work all day and are looking forward to when
your boyfriend arrives. You are concentrating on a layout, when you
notice a familiar smell waft past your nose.
You feel him gently press himself against your back, not allowing
you to straighten up. He gently slips a hand up your sweater and down
under your undershirt. He begins gently rubbing your stomach with his
warm comforting hand. He is rubbing you so gently that all you can feel
is the movement of the little [read more...]
Walking along the trail I reminisce about all that has
passed between us. Your body striding next to mine a
constant reminder of the delights that we have shared –
and will share again. Time
has been kind to us both. We are comfortable with each
other — each knowing and trusting that the other will
never betray us nor make demands that we cannot meet.
And, as that trust grew, so did the rapture, until now
… we can be together so completely that even the quiet
time is stimulating.
The forest offers so many varieties of sights and
sounds. [read more...]
I met Jan through a mutual friend. I was living in Springfield,
Illinois, and Jan was living in St. Paul, Minnesota. My friend was
married to Jan’s sister and kept on my case that I should date more and
find the right girl.
I was 28 at the time and had spent most of my life doing two things–
attending school and working to pay off student loans. At the time I was
one of those graduates who couldn’t find a job in my area of study (high
school math teacher) so I was working as an assistant manager at a small
men’s clothing store. [read more...]
My head rest on his shoulder. As I look into the fireplace, the room
seems to take on a magical glow. Laying naked on a blanket, his arm around me,
the heat of the fire caresses our bodies. I can still feel the warmth of my
own cream and his semen leaking out, covering my pussy with wetness,
moistening the side of my legs and down below my vagina. I slip my hand
between my legs and begin to massage the moisture into the skin of my labia
and mons. My fingers seek more from my vagina and I place it on my abdomen,
and breast, [read more...]
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