Recently I wrote about how I was forced to have sex with my boss to keep my job. Admittedly, I ultimately enjoyed it and if it hadn't been for the circumstances surrounding everything, I might have done it again. That said, something had to be done about the situation before it got out of hand. Those who follow my diary may be curious as to what happened after my last entry. There is no sex in this one and for those with imaginations, I doubt what happened is what you hoped for.
So what's the big deal about having a steady boyfriend? During my first three years of college I didn't have one so why should my senior year be any different? Well, as it turned out, Michael was the difference.
I figured what the heck, why not go to one more? This time, in addition to the eight guys that fucked me, I had my first lesbian party sex featuring my best friend Beth and two other girls.
My best friend had taken me to a number of parties before but this was the first time my slut of a cousin would be coming with us... or should I say "cumming" with us?
Michelle Moira Moran is buried in the Veterans Cemetery in Canton Georgia. It is a beautiful place. On the day of her burial we passed several wild turkeys on the sides of the roads. She is buried next to her mother Dorothea. She is missed greatly by her proud father Robert and her twin brother John Boylan Moran. This little story is in her memory. It is written with love in my heart for her brave little heart.
One of the best things to happen lately was when my cousin quit her job as a professional escort, A.K.A. hooker, whore, or whatever else you call it. I know she loved her "work" and was making a fortune but even with the few experiences I had with her I knew sooner or later it would end in tragedy. Being a Realtor may not be as glamorous (she's in school now), but after having worked with her mom (also a realtor) before, I was sure she would still find ample opportunity to use her "talents".
Every 4th of July, I post a tribute to those who’ve served. The main character evolves from childhood to adulthood, which happens when you take the oath. I try to highlight lesser-known contributors to ensure that they are also memorialized, and this year’s story certainly fits that bill. Before researching this, my only knowledge of the 442nd RCT came courtesy of Mr. Miyagi in The Karate Kid, which is unfortunate, since those were real-life heroes and this is their true story. Please enjoy...
I post a story every July to honor folks who've served, and I try to focus on obscure people in each. I'm from a generation where guys returning from honorable service weren't given the credit they deserved. That was also the case with the Women Air Service Pilots—the WASPs. So, I wanted to tell the story of those brave women. The plot is a coming-of-age tale… sort of a latter-day Pilgrim's Progress—and most of the characters are real. Please enjoy…
On 15 September 1942 the USS WASP (CV 7) was struck my multiple torpedoes that caused massive fires and tremendous explosions. After a forty minute effort to fight the fires, abandon ship was ordered. 193 crewmen lost their lives. One of those crewmen had written a letter to his five year-old son, which I offer you on Veteran's Day 2024 as a reminder of why these days of national rememberance and honor are so important.