Eddie,his friend's mom & Betty

Time crawls by. Miles drag on and on. My stomach churns nervously and I am racked by involuntary shakes. These are the effects of pure excitement. I simply cannot wait to get there. I finally pull into the laneway. I park and as I emerge from the car I see her. Her big beautiful smile lights up. I run over to her and wrap my arms around her waist. I pick her up and squeeze. It feels so good to hold her in my arms. I have been waiting and wanting this moment ever since I left her side. I kiss...

Randy has always been admired by the ladies, with a 6'4" frame carrying the bulk of muscles that being a farm hand will give you would have been enough by itself. He also has a gorgeous mass of natural blond hair and baby blue eyes to boot. About 14 years into his marriage he began showing off this amazing body to anyone that would look, driving great distances to nudist camps and nude beaches and constantly suggesting our get-togethers became skinny dipping parties. Rumors that he "has become gay" were circulating, the women seemed less turned on by him and the...

LIFE AIN’T A BOWL OF CHERRIES, UNLESS . . . By aliveinpr My stories do not necessarily reflect my personal proclivities, desires, wants or fantasies. Please read and enjoy this fictional writing. I had a great job and better than most salaries. I also learned too late, I had the most wonderful husband in the world. I fucked up, I was reduced to tending bar and watching women sitting at the tables with fingers of strangers in their pussies, or they are masturbating a strangers cock under the table. A woman in my early thirties and better looking than many of...

1 - Mi fa male, stasera – sussurrò la sorella nel buio ma quello scemo di Renè non si decideva ad andarsene in camera sua. - Ieri pomeriggio hai spinto troppo, idiota! - Renè sbuffò ma non mollò. Era inginocchiato per terra affianco al suo letto e con la mano sotto le lenzuola continuava a cercare di intrufolarsi sotto la sua vestaglietta. - Devi andartene, non deve succedere più, lo capisci? - - Solo un’ultima volta – sussurrò il fratello nel buio – è troppo bello! - Giorgia ripensò a quel mese incredibile... tutto era cambiato e lei non riusciva a...

We pulled out of Union Station at about 8PM. In the song, the train pulls out in the morning and arrives in the evening. Guess things had changed since Steve Goodman rode the train and wrote the song. I could live with that. Ever since I’d first heard Arlo Guthrie singing about “The City of New Orleans”, I’d wanted to take this trip. Oftentimes, at work or in the shower, I’d find myself humming the tune. Now, I was actually on the legendary train, riding from Chicago to New Orleans. We’d be “changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee” at about 6:30 in...

BELLE by JackassTales There’s an old saying about those of us who would rather fish than work. It goes something like this; ‘the worst day fishing is better than the best day working’! I was having one of those days. Work had gone well. I was having a good day. But, I was getting ‘antsy’. Being as it was Friday; I skipped lunch and headed home. Perhaps it was a bit of the kid in me that made me feel like I was playing ‘hooky’. I suppose in many ways I just refused to grow up. As soon as I got...

The year was a little into the future and there was a man in the Oval Office who had to shag just about any person with a vagina. And, his taste in pussy was awful and injudicious. So it was no surprise to any red-blooded American when he or she heard about the story of the President and the Page. I know you are dying to hear to hear it, so here it is. She was a cute (but not really pretty) 21 year old page who reminded him of his wife (before she hit the wall and grew her own...

Embrace   I knew the A.I. was planning the final assault on my colony. I knew it was going to move against with the latest design of assassin robots targeting me. I sat waiting, thinking of the disturbing turn of events that had occurred in the last battle. Why did this robot seem familiar to me? How come the A.I. started sending female body shaped attack robots after my person? Was it assuming I would not fight and destroy a female form? Gnawing at me was this unsettling feeling that I knew whom this was that kept attacking me with such...

Chapter 1 That winter morning when i woke up, i couldnt comprehend for a minute why i woke up. It did not seem that long back since i had slept. Next instant i understood the reason  when something hard struck woodwork of my window. Somebody was throwing stones at it! Muttering profanities i left the bed, put a shawl round me and came out in the balcony. Instantly i shivered. It was biting chilly and there was a thick fog that had wrapped everything in vicinity.  " who is that asshole?" i shouted. Nobody admitted they were so I uttered some...

This is a sad, sweet, tale which echoes a time that many would like to forget ever happened in this country. But it did, and the ghosts of that time live on in many families in many different ways. There isn’t a lot of explicit sex in this. It is more of a tone poem (writing which sets a mood), but it came to me almost complete in a single brilliant flash. I tried to write down what I saw and what I heard and what I felt. I hope that you can see and hear and feel some of that...