When I was in high school, my best friend had a mom that every one of my friends drooled over. She was in her late 30s and was very attractive. She had blonde hair blue eyes and a huge set of tits. I had gone through her underwear drawer one time to find out that they were a D-cup. Most moms get heavy at this age but not her. She was never married and had no excuse to lie around and get fat. Being a doctor she kept very busy and ate very healthy. She raised Mike and his younger sister very successfully with the help of her parents.
The onset of puberty invariably brings with it the dawning awareness of sexuality, of a childs inherent masculinity or femininity, and the struggle to put that sexuality into proper perspective.
Tamera West slouched in an easy chair, watching an old Tarzan repeat on the television and eating an apple. Her thoughts werent on the screen, but on her date for that night, Eddie McDonald, a big, handsome boy, with craggy features like James Colburn — only younger, of course, Eddie was going to be a senior when school started again, (but sadly, he was going to be bussed to another district. Still, there was the rest of the summer to see him, and who could tell what would happen by September?) Shed only been out with him once, last Saturday night, on a blind date arranged by her best friend, Nancy Cannon, whose steady boyfriend Jason, had brought Eddie along. And wow!
Someone was watching me. It was my 18 year old step-brother Ethan. He was standing right outside my door, peeking in though the almost imperceptible gap where the door handle was too small for the hole it was in. It was a defect born of my dads determination to fix the old handle and buying too small a replacement.
Lisa Stiener was cleaning her sons room when she
When I turned 18 I had saved enough money to but my
Jean, his mothers younger sister, arrived at the house bright and early on Saturday morning.
I was meeting Anne for a drink to celebrate the end of the week. Like every Friday afternoon, we met in the bar across the street for margaritas and salted pretzels. I had already ordered cocktails for two and was waiting for my friend to arrive. I have known Anne practically my whole life, but we had kind of lost contact after we both got married. But, a couple of years ago, the company I worked for had outgrown the office building it was in and moved to a new location in one of the high-rises that had been erected as part of an urban renewal project. It turned out, Anne was working in the very same building.
I understand theres an apartment for rent over this store.
Like all young men, or most of them I would think, maybe even older men too, the first thing I do upon awakening is reach for my crotch for that reassurance that it’s still there, still working, or just to say good morning to a dear friend. There are times when you don’t need to reach there for any kind of reassurance, because you could feel the pressure down there; but you reach there anyway, even if just to show appreciation and acknowledgement of its presence.
It had been a long day and after a defeat professionally as Kid Flash as
The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
My wife Daytona & I met at a mutual friends singles New Years Eve party. I really didnt wanna go, but my friend (the host) wanted me to come. I arrived about 10pm. The host had valet parking, a Rose for all of the ladies & even a door man. He was skinny kinda nurdy looking with tape holding he eye glasses together.
It was ten-thirty on a beautiful April morning when Conchi Thorne, the woman in Apartment 6-B, looked at her nude self in the bathroom mirror. She was preparing herself for Keith Broys who would come to her at eleven.
A work bearing the title of The Five Bloods of Ireland would need no justification for its title other than that the contents of the work deal with the five principal septs or families of Ireland, i.e., the ONeils, the OConnors, the OBriens, the OLachlans, and the MMurroughs; a title of The Five Nations would likewise be as easily justified if the work dealt with the five confederated Indian tribes (the Mohawks, Oneidas, Onondagas, Cayugas, and Senecas), or, as was the case with Rudyard Kiplings volume of poems, if the five nations were the five component parts of the British Empire.
It had been a hot day, and I was very tired from working out in the backyard all day. I was 18, and my dad had busted me smoking weed in my car so he took the keys away. In order for you to get it back, he said, you have to get that backyard looking like they do on the goddamn TV. Just like most things my dad wanted, it was done. I had gotten up at 6 a.m. and got right to work, I started the day with black shorts and a tank top, by the end I was shirtless and sweaty.
I woke up with my head pounding, my own fault I might add, drinking was not something I was very good at and by the feeling that even the dim light of the room I was in was giving me, Id do my usual vow of never drinking again after about 10 aspirin and 2 gallons of water. I opened my eyes a little more and the confusion set in, I was not on the couch I was sleeping on for the week, I was in my sisters bed! I looked over and she was fast asleep with her back to me, I looked to see where my pants and shirt were and found them on the floor along with my boxers. I went to try and sit up and the room started spinning so I flopped back down on the bed again.
Helen woke up slowly with the sum streaming through her bedroom. She
Mike McBride was driven to adultery by his inability to satisfy his lustful appetite with his wife. Even though he loved her, he craved certain acts which she absolutely refused to participate in. But then, activating his desires on others only made him crave his wife more. It was she he wanted to do these things to. What Mike didnt know was that his wife had been involved in lascivious behavior before they met. Would he find out? Only if she didnt pay the blackmailer.
I whistled with cheerful excitement as I drove down the quiet, suburban road towards the home of my sister. Married with three kids, my sister Melanie had a nice, white-collar existence in a respectable home, though her and her husband were not quite as respectable as they seemed!
Another drink, Jimmy?
The Sisters Savoy they were known as, when they had their nightclub act. They sang and danced and told funny stories about growing up triplets. They were each as beautiful as the other, even though they were never that famous. I broke up the act you see, when mom became pregnant with me. That bulging belly broke the symmetry of the three and they never got back into show biz after that. Susan, my mother, married my dad, a local hardware store owner. Shortly after, Aunt Sylvia wed a rich man, who died when his private plane went down, a few years back. Aunt Sally hitched her wagon to a long distance truck driver, who was seldom in town.
The knowing, wise, old eyes of the school nurse regarded the lovely, auburn-tressed girl who sat across the desk from her. The complaint was a common one; the girl was suffering some faintness with her menstrual period. Ordinarily, Ernestine would have sent the afflicted girl home with instructions for bed rest for the remainder of the day, but she was stopped in mid-reach for the special form excuse she would have to fill out. The girl had just said that she didnt want to go home, asking instead, that she be allowed to stay in the Health Office until the close of school.
How did I get here I wondered to myself as I stood there in the aisle of the theater looking at my wife.