Masturbating drunk can create a mess. I was in such a mess one night, but woke up to find no mess. How could that be? Did somebody clean me up? Why would they do such a thing?
This is an erotic love story. It's loosely based on real events that happened to me in the seventies. It is a story covers the first few days of our relationship. It's a short, sharp vignette about meeting a magical woman. It's a one-off, and I'm not going to drag it out with a sequel.
Sheryl feeling unloved by her parents finds romance and a wonderful introduction to the joys of sex with him. He is her sole mate, and is devastated when he is killed in an industrial accident. With his death she turns to quantity rather than quality. She is used and abused until she finds the strength to break away from her downward spiral. She meets a man twice her age who is married to a girl her own age. In him she finds the sole of her departed lover.
Can an aging gringo come back to life buried in young a Mexican girl's pussy? Sam says hell yes? Sam was in a dead end marriage. He floated through a dead end life. Then he met Maria Elena and his erections returned.
Hearing his much-younger brother rhapsodize about a blind date prompts a man in his thirties to share long-submerged memories about time spent with an incredible girl he will never forget.
A Driftwood on Memory's River...Story (7) Revisit the distant past! The decade of the 1930's. The desolate lean years of the Great Depression. Men worked ten hour days for $1.00 a day. Come now'"walk with a most unusual mysterious Stranger as he charms his way into the hearts of a poor family; brightening their days, and making life a bit more enjoyable while creating his own special brand of good luck.
In response to Alan Jackson's song "Where were you?"
Lyrics from the song are blue, and printed here without permission. If asked by Mr. Jackson, I will remove this publication. Hopefully he will not ask.
Laura enjoys a 'break' in her erotic vacation in Italy to go to a Castle where she writes a very 'raunchy' script that she acts out on a stage and becomes the star turn. Not all the actors keep to her script but she doesn't complain too much, especially when six of them have four legs.
This narrative was hidden in my files and not submitted on other sites. I thought it might have been on my Harry Lime account on SOL but not there either. It is a slightly different account of combat years 1968 - 1969. Hope some readers will find it interesting. I had a nice letter from a reader commenting how much had changed in this region and any change for the better is certainly welcome. Not really unusual when you consider Russia was our Ally in WWII and Germany and Japan were the enemy.