So much for my plans to spend a relatively quiet New Year's Eve with some close friends. When my slutty cousin Kristen called to ask me if I was interested in having some "fun", I should have known better but then, when have I ever been able to resist her offers? What a way to bring in the new year!
Flirt, lush, tramp, slut, cockteaser, bitch, even whore... I've been called them all. I guess it comes with the territory when you love sex and live by a "if you got it, flaunt it" attitude. I'm not afraid to admit I LOVE to tease. It's fun to see what a man will do using nothing more than the offer of your body for incentive. People ask me if I've ever NOT gotten what I wanted from a guy, at least sexually speaking. Well, my best friend's brother was one of my greatest challenges.
It all started between Brenda and me not long after I met her as my new freshman roomie. She took some photos of me for my boyfriend back home and before it was over I had my first experience with a girl outside my family. While we kept it between the two of us at first, things heated up when her married brother, father of two, got in the middle of us - literally. Although it had been quite a while since we were last together, like riding a bike some things just come back naturally.
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.
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.
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.
This is a growing up in oklahoma during the Great Depression and the Dust Bowl of the 1930s. David, the protagonist never gets laid, until his wedding night. This is a story about the values some people lived by. Not many, but a few actually lived good lives.