My lovely next door neighbor and her husband are leaving the neighborhood. This sweet, reserved lady has no idea what an affect she has had on me over the years. She doesn't know that I love well endowed women of, "a certain age". I must tell her before she leaves. Your e-mail responses are welcomed.
In the tradition of Curse of the Bambino, here's a little Super Bowl story. Tom's a Panthers fan. Travis, his buddy and next-door neighbor, is a Patriots fan. They make a bet. A very interesting bet!
When a visiting trainer loses to Brock in a gym match, she makes a personal off the scenes arrangement to get her badge. Brock being Brock, of course he accepts.
You know how sometimes it seems that something you dream of but deep down you know will never happen - happens? Well, that was the case in this situation. We met at church where he was a Deacon. I was young and single while he was married with children. I was offered a day of shopping and dinner in exchange for fulfillment of a fantasy. Sounded like a pretty good deal to me!
It had been quite a week. Once my cousin Tammy gave her virginity to my dad it was like a door opened for her, leading her to a whole new way of life. Her father had her the next day and then she finally did it with her brother a couple of days later. I guess it shouldn't come as a surprise that my slutty cousin Kristen would find a way to worm her way in on the action as well.
Psychologists tell us that memory can be triggered by sensory input. I like many, accepted that fact without much thought. We can all recall times when some sight, sound, smell or taste would remind us of something from our past. Over a month ago it happened to me but unlike previous occurrences, a whole series of memories were triggered leaving me stunned, shaking, aching in my heart for what had once been but would never be again.