Biography Stories

This actually happened in the Spring of 1963. My wife and I had gotten married two days before Christmas in ’62 and then early the following Spring had moved from what had been my apartment in the city into her mother’s small two bedroom Finger Lake cottage, in order to save money. The cottage was where my wife had lived and grown up but, until she and I moved in, it had sat empty.

Omar, that was the Black student's name, asked my sister to dance. He took her by the waist and pulled her towards him. The first thing that caught her attention was how good he smelled, and the second thing she noticed was a bulge in his leg, which he tried to guide to his pubic area. Once he had it in place, he moved his hips with such skill that he brought her to climax with just the touches. Then they went into a room. He pulled down his pants, and before her eyes appeared an enormous penis

How my life has spiraled out of control as of late. My first attempt at writing and I am not sure how to catagorize it.