I've always enjoyed the written side of porn and about 10 years ago I found SOL. While trolling through the authors who were covering my particular kinks, I chanced upon OldBoy (his real name was Bob), a lover of young thingees, as was I. I wrote to him, he replied and we began communicating with one another on a regular basis and, over time, we became good friends, albeit cyber. Our discussions ranged far a field and we discovered we had common interests in politics, finance, religion, sports, business, the general human condition and of course, in porn. He encouraged me to write stories of my own and while they were never really very good, I did have a lot of fun writing White Panties stories. (He didn't think much of the name White Panties but that was one of our few disagreements.)
We used one another as sounding boards and while this may or may not have made for better stories, it was great having someone to bounce ideas off of. He was always positive and encouraging and found something nice to say about even my worst submissions.
As a contributor to these pages, Bob was especially prolific in 2007/08, posting roughly 80 stories, which have been downloaded half a million times by his ardent followers. His stories were generally well received, most of which earned scores in the mid 6's.
Unfortunately, Bob got really sick in 2014, with an especially virulent form of diabetes that sapped his strength and our daily chats became fewer and fewer until last summer, when I stopped hearing from him altogether. I kept trying to reach him and only recently found out that sadly, he passed away that July.
Bob had a good heart, he was easy to find humor and had something nice to say about everyone. He leaves behind an ex wife and her daughter, neither of whom he had very much to say about, although he did blame himself for their troubles. He may have only been a cyber friend but I do feel a sense of loss at his passing.
As an SOL sidelight, while OldBoy begat White Panties, White Panties begat a beguiling young woman named Chandra. She began communicating with me and like Bob did with me, I encouraged her to write and for several years she added a sexy chaos to SOL with her stories and her blogs. I lost track of her, too. And the beat goes on.
To the 2300 some-odd SOL members who took the trouble to read my little flash story, I say, "Thank you". It wasn't much of a story and while some readers thought it was terrific, a similar number thought it was garbage, which is about right, I guess. It had it's stroke moments but it wasn't all that well thought out.
I stopped submitting to SOL about 4 years ago and this was a little piece of fun. What I did get a kick out of is that a large number of readers discovered my older stuff, and were quite generous in their reviews.
So again, "Thank you". It's good to be back...if only for a few days.
Well, it's been a long time but I'm posting a story called, "Her New Underwear". First story in almost 4 years. I've been retired; preferring to devote my old lechery to Aqualung-like experiences, like "Watching the frilly panties run". The story is called, "Her New Underwear." It's about a 14 year old girl who models her new underwear for her daddy and his grandfatherly friend. It's seriously perverted but, what the fuck, right?
Actually, the writing and posting of this story is a lot more involved than I'm allowed to go into, but I can say this: About 3 years ago a very interesting young woman read several of my stories and wrote to me. We corresponded and although she'd never written anything like what we see on SOL, after a lot of seriously fun cyber sex, I saw she had a gift and I encouraged her and helped her through her early efforts and the rest (dramatic drum roll please) is SOL history.
Like Joe DiMaggio, she retired way too early for her fan's desire but, or so she told us, felt it was time to move on.
I apologize for being so mysterious but a promise is a promise. We hope you enjoy the story.
What's not to love? But first, some disclaimers:
Tea Party thinking is more like that of Taliban fanatics than level-headed Americans.
Liberals live somewhere in some pie in the sky and wouldn't recognize fiscal responsibility if it fell on them.
Democrats and Republicans' primary agenda is to get elected, so anything they say is self-serving and suspect.
However, when it's all said and done, if I had to label myself, I'd say I'm a Common Sense, Issues First, Centrist Democrat. OK, enough disclaimers.
I'm over 65 and I collect Medicare. And boy, do I love my Medicare. I have a Humana Medicare Advantage plan. There are no clinics. Every doctor I was using before, is in their network and I go to their offices, like before. I pay specialists a $10 copay. My RX drugs are free. I have hospital benefits. I have a gym membership. There's a visiting nurse service. There are eye exam and eye glasses benefits. There's no deductible and I pay $125/month. It's the best health care plan I've ever had.
Humana's regular health insurance plan, for a guy my age, would be about $1500/month + a large deductible and herein lies the point of this blog: The US taxpayers are picking up about $18,000/year for my premiums, PLUS the cost of the health care itself. And I'M JUST ONE PERSON. It's no wonder we're broke.
Am I going to voluntarily give this up? Are you nuts? Hey, I'm entitled. So thank you America. Thank you, thank you. Thank you.
We now return fiscal sanity to my accountant, who told me to shut up and take the money and run (before the Democrats and Liberals figure this out).
I just received this anonymous email and it cracked me up. I'm printing it in its' entirety, in the hope you don't think I composed it.
Re: A creepy email asking about Chandra - whitepanties@li
From: Anonymous (email@example.com)
Sent: Mon 7/19/10 11:13 AM
Reply Re: A creepy email asking about Chandra
Posted : 2010-07-18 - 1:00 pm
Is it true Chandra is just a creation of Rachael
Ross so she can feud with herself online? ;-)
Come on....if you don't think that's a funny line, then you have no sense of humor. Kudos to the anonymous emailer.
And where is Chandra, anyway? Anyone hear from our girl?