Back in the 80s with my Indian girlfriend
- 4 years ago
- 20
- 0
After all several more minutes of bliss for both of them, reality then started to hit him. Luckily, it was dark and still very early. He looked at his alarm clock on the ledge above her head. It was only 5:50 AM. He had not even been in there an hour. It seemed like hours. He wanted to lay there for hours more. Unfortunately, the day would soon start, and Sherry would soon leave. He would most likely not see her for another year. Would they have to continue the charade and never even write? He made the right call at that moment and decided not to even ponder questions like that. Instead, he just laid there enjoying the moment. His balls still ached from the lack of attention but he would remedy that shortly. For now, he wanted to appreciate her beauty again. That couldn't happen.
He heard movement upstairs. He knew was time to leave and get back to the real world. Then to his horror he heard someone coming down the stairs. He would never make it to the bathroom in time much less the sofa. It took Sherry a moment to comprehend the situation until his eyes obviously gave it away. She now fully understood the dilemma at hand. They both were wise enough to remain completely quiet. And Brent knew how he was going to manage this.
Since he always went running most mornings, this would be his salvation. His shoes were on the floor by the closet. He opened his dresser drawer and grabbed a T-shirt. The drawer above that was quickly opened and he grabbed a pair of socks. Now came the tricky part. The bottom of his bedroom window was at about chest level. His low boy dresser was in front of it, as well as his record player that was on top of it. But, he was experienced on sneaking in and out of that window. Normally, he was in a hurry to get back in and prevent from being caught outside. This was the first time he was ever trying to rush out so he wasn't caught INSIDE his room!
With his shirt and socks thrown on the dresser he reached down and grabbed his shoes. He quietly raised the window and knew how to remove the screen within seconds. Before he climbed up on the dresser he stopped for a second and turned to look at Sherry.
Her eyes met his. And they each said the perfect thing to each other – by simply saying nothing. He's not sure who smiled first, but they both did smile. She then nodded her head slightly as if to say, "hurry up". This was not how he wanted to end this time together. But as he heard his mother holler his name from the family room he jumped up on the dresser and was out the window within seconds. He moved to the side to make sure he was out of view and he stopped behind the bushes to at least put on his shirt. While doing so, he heard Sherry shutting the window ever so quietly.
“She’s my friend,” Freddy reacted when Joe told her about Rachel. “I thought she was more Sam’s friend,” Joe responded. “Too much alike.” “Her conscience, too?” he asked, referring to what she did for her twin sister. “Hardly,” she replied not quite amused, but lighter. “She’d definitely tell me to mind my business.” “You know I didn’t actually...” “I don’t know if it makes a difference. And you wanted to.” He could only shrug. “Harriet,” she muttered to herself. “I thought she was a...
During Christmas break, Freddy proved to be Joe’s muse. That break seemed to open the floodgates of creativity, and Joe completed Dreamscape, his series of dreamlike sketches. They would read his dialogues fresh off the typewriter. And she would sketch what would become backgrounds for the scenes. And the collaboration helped excuse them being in his bedroom together, for her parents and his father. His mother knew what would go on, either at the beginning or the end, and often both, during...
The show went well. Better than Joe probably saw it, cringing at every mistake. Nothing anyone in the audience would see, it seemed. Their reaction gave him the view he needed to realize his success. A standing ovation. A couple people he knew who tended to react unfiltered to things. His sister. “Wow,” she said. Joe got a lot of that. He did get a view after. Joanne used connections to get competent videographers to record it, and even a local director of commercials to edit it. It wasn’t...
That summer became the beginning of both Eddie’s and Joe’s careers. It could have said to have been their senior year, when their talent lured Joanne to them. But the summer was like the start of consciousness of a child, where memory begins, while before that they had been infants and babies. Forming, but not quite whole yet. Joe actually moved in with Joanne. Became surrogate father to her precocious, angelic kids. He would watch them while he typed. On a fancy IBM Selectric she bought for...
Joe hardly remembered passing out in his bed. Somehow he managed to at least set his alarm clock. His head throbbed slightly from the wine and pot. Putting his pants on over his boxers, his t shirt on, he made his way down to the dining area. Melissa, the pretty student workshop assistant met him with a chuckle. “Bedhead,” she explained. He shrugged and got coffee and juice and a small bowl of oatmeal, sweetening it with honey. Nodding at the few fellow workshoppers there, he sat beside...
After dropping Dolores and Moe off at the Des Moines airport, gaining a lingering kiss from both of them, and sighs, he drove east to Chicago. He had tapes to drop off. His to the performance and film curator at the Chicago Art Institute and to a woman who had a space used by itinerant and traveling avant-garde groups. The latter, a very pretty dark haired Jewess probably about the same age as Joanne, and in fact they had met in college at Northwestern, invited him to dinner after he handed...
By the time Joe arrived at Joanne’s house, it was late. After setting his bags in his room, he checked on Joanne. His best friend slept with her. A tangled sheet covered her waist and only one leg of Eddie. Joe couldn’t help glancing at Eddie’s penis, looking a little crusty and tired, the way he felt. Joe sighed. It seemed to awaken Joanne, even though he’d kept it quiet. She smiled at him. He watched her beautiful mature body carefully rise off the bed. She put on a white terry cloth robe...
They headed to New York City on Wednesday, Joe, Eddie and Cheryl, a couple boxes of singles carefully packed with them. Though relatively old songs, they remained the best of Eddie so far. And they had the better sounding tape from the Longhorn. Several copies. First stop the overpriced Holiday Inn in Midtown. Two queen sized beds. Joe still hadn’t told Joanne about Moe. As far as Cheryl went, she told Joanne she had a friend she would stay with. Just not that it would be Joe’s friend. Moe...
“Morning,” Moe smiled when Joe awoke. Whispered. Nigella remained asleep. “You got more of that?” he responded gruffly, his throat not quite ready to talk. “Here,” she smiled, handing him her mug. She liked it black. He didn’t but nevertheless sipped. One more sip cleared his palate enough to pull her into a kiss. Hands slid beneath her light cotton robe, around her nakedness. He pressed his hardness against her stomach. She pulled away and took his hand, leading him to the bathroom. She...
Joe awoke to a door knock. The guy must have been gay not reacting to Moe looking sexy in a familiar robe. He placed the covered dishes on a table. He thanked her for signing what must have been a substantial tip added to the bill. When he left, Joe asked, “Where’s Nigella?” “Shower.” He heard it. “Of course. Sorry about last night.” She shrugged. “Did you have fun?” “I’m not sure how to answer that to the woman I love.” “The truth?” “It was fun. And educational for Eddie....
The valet fetched the Cadillac, and left it where the taxis lined up despite the business of a Friday evening. Joe tipped him well for the generous inconvenience. It took a good fifteen minutes before the rest of the group joined them. Manhattan Joe thought would be one place he would never mind waiting. The city never stopped thrilling him. People bustling. Even at night. World famous and breathtaking towers of concrete and steel looming nearby. Wrapping his arms around Moe from behind, he...
The pounding on the door startled Joe awake. The setting sun confused him. He bounced out of bed, wearing boxers and a t shirt, and opened the door. Joanne bowed in front of him. He pulled her in. Kissed her. Morning breath be damned. She didn’t mind. “Get naked,” he told her. “Here?” “Now!” “But Eddie...” “Fuck Eddie.” “I’d rather fuck you,” she said, unbuttoning her blouse. “I know.” He knelt. Pulled down her pants. Tasted her. “You’re dripping, you slut,” he smiled up at her...
“Want me to go?” Moira asked, stepping in front of Nigella. Afraid of Joe’s answer. As she stood in the hotel room unexpectedly. With Cheryl sitting behind him at their impromptu desk. Cheryl, whom he fucked to soreness, in both holes, not long before. And Joanna, his other woman lounging in bed. “Why would I want that?” he asked sincerely. “I’m sorry for being a complete dickhead.” “Apology accepted,” she smiled. And relaxed. A little. “And in case it makes any difference, I still love...
Joe awoke surrounded by beautiful women. One happened to be sucking him. Cheryl’s eyes glinted mischievously. His dream had reflected reality. And it became a wet dream in reality. “Cheryl!” had been her only warning. The first shot surprised her. Her mouth separated from his cock in order to swallow so that his cock resembled a geyser. She gamely finished the several spurts left. He pulled her atop him. Sperm breathe meeting morning breath. Neither of them cared, though they kept tongues...
“So Eddie and Rachel,” Joe sighed, discussing the complication of the surprise visit to New York from his least favorite hometown girl. The morning after her invasion. In Joanne’s hotel room. “And Cheryl and Mary,” Nigella added. “Eddie with three girls? I don’t know if he could handle that.” “You just handled four,” Moe pointed out. “Oh yeah,” he smirked. “Dickhead,” both Moe and Nigella said. Joanna wouldn’t dare, but she laughed. And nodded. “But,” Nigella hesitated. “What?” he...
After the WBAI performance, Moira finally talked to Joe when he came to help her with her drum kit. “When you’re done dropping off everyone, return my dad’s car to his garage. You’ll help me get my drums out and stored. Then we’re done.” “You sure?” he asked. “Snorting coke this morning? Shooting dope? Yeah, we’re done.” “You really don’t love me.” “Fuck you.” “I’m not a junkie. I’m not a coke head. I am experimenting.” “I hate your experiments.” “And I hate your demands. Doesn’t love...
By the time Joe flew out of New York, he still didn’t understand his relationship with Moe. She had broken up with him twice, and yet they bounced back together as if strung by rubber bands, their impacts that much stronger, at least in the bedroom. The ecstatic afternoon in her borrowed apartment after the first break. The night of pleasure he brought her after the second. A night he thought he’d shared a literal and figurative climax for them as lovers, following relentless fucking, in...
Joe awoke from a dream where he fucked Moe rather intensely, to a giggle and his cock filling Constance’s mouth. Cheryl winked at him, her face close to Constance’s, before sucking in one of his balls. “Fuck,” he moaned. “Cumming!” “Mph,” Constance reacted, swallowing gamely before Cheryl took over and drank what remained of his cum. He pulled Constance up, but remembered his morning breath. “Orange juice on the table,” said Cheryl. He saw it and drank it and brought Constance’s spermy...
“I love your little room,” said Nigella from Joe’s bedroom. He was in his parent’s room, in their big closet, getting a couple of syringes. He knew they’d be at work. He worried Patty would be home. It was pretty early. But evidently she had gotten up early and gone out. Or had stayed with a friend overnight. He actually had a plan if she were there and up. Making breakfast for her and Nigella, and sneaking up while Nigella engaged her in conversation. The subterfuge, even if only imagined,...
Joe awoke early in the large bed in the large rural mansion. He immediately felt the rawness of his penis. In fact he felt more than he liked. A sort of heroin hangover. Feeling. The opposite of being stoned. Restless. Putting on boxers and yesterday’s shirt, with a last glance at his two naked lovers who had both turned on their sides away from him, and only the disturbance of the sheet that covered them might get noticed when he slipped out of bed, and it wasn’t, he padded out of the...
Cheryl and Joe got out of the little day bed in Constance’s office, got dressed in what they had worn the night before, her back to being sexy in his shirt, though more buttoned, and headed to the kitchen, probably reeking of sex, but they didn’t care. Most everyone lounged in the big room. Unlike the morning before, they ended up being the last up. In the kitchen they encountered Joanne and Nigella both looking as comfortably well fucked as they did. “Waffles?” Martha offered. “Great,” Joe...
Sunday, after an early rehearsal for both play and band, most everyone took acid. The rural mansion ended up the perfect place to trip. The tranquil lake. The careful beauty of the garden and lawn. Chaotic nature at its borders. Those that had things to do on Monday morning left, including Belle; her girlfriend Claire; Simon and his girlfriend Marsha and thankfully, for Joe, Simone, though Simon and Marsha probably just weren’t interested in tripping; and Joanne, for both reasons. That left...
Like heroin where you become over sensitized in its aftermath, Cheryl and Joe awoke a bit brain dead. Partial zombies. Even so, Cheryl went to her typewriter. Joe went down for a late breakfast. Martha reheated some frittata. That and the coffee and fresh squeezed orange juice helped to revive him. He brought up a platter for Cheryl, left it for her, and made his ablutions in the bathroom adjoining the big guest room. Nigella, who had been sleeping in the large bed, joined him in the...
Joe woke up briefly a couple times when each of his ladies left the couch/bed in Jonathon’s/his study. Constance first, and then Cheryl. But only woke up entirely when Nigella came in with a platter of bagels and lox, coffee and orange juice. Not fresh squeezed. “On the desk,” he told her since she seemed to offer breakfast in bed. “Joanne make it out on time?” “Tired but sated,” Nigella grinned. “Good,” he chuckled. “The others?” he asked, getting up and sitting at his desk. “Hanging and...
Cheryl, Nigella and Joe spent a leisurely morning with Caroline. Hanging out in the hotel. Getting room service breakfast. The young man who brought the breakfast definitely enjoyed the view of beautiful women in little more than terry cloth robes in the case of Caroline and Nigella, and t-shirt and panties of Cheryl. Joe just wore his shirt and boxers, but the man didn’t care. Except maybe being envious. It was probably a tie between Constance’s shimmering facial beauty and Cheryl’s firm,...
Early rehearsal Wednesday, or as early as possible with people working. About 5. 7:30 Eddie and company had to leave for sound check at Sam’s, the soon to be renamed 7th Street Entry. A dress rehearsal with stutters, mostly between scenes with lighting set-up and cues. Sometimes, especially towards the end, they just barreled through. It was the kind of dress rehearsal that supposedly meant luck, maybe because things can only get better. However, in the tight schedule at the place of...
The show did better than Joe expected, with expectation tamping down hope so as not to be disappointed. No sell outs that first weekend, but the majority of the four hundred seats had butts in them. Each performance ended with different sets of congratulators after. Friday had the family contingent. Mom and Dad and sister. Eddie’s mom and dad and brother. Belle’s mother and cousins, of which there were several, most grease monkeys like her who would never have expected to spend a Friday in a...
Joe woke up relatively early, his inner clock awakening him, quickly realizing his location, the king sized bed in the rural mansion. Cheryl smiled at him. “You’ve been awake?” he asked her. “Just now,” she said. “Shower?” “Yes.” “I gotta use the toilet.” “Me too. I’ll use the hall bathroom.” “Join me after?” “Of course.” He pulled on his boxers and entered the hallway. Simone exited the bathroom, wearing what must have been Simon’s shirt, her hair and face showing she’d just woken up....
Shawna and Eddie bonded to say the least. She’d have sex with him and Sam, and Rachel when she joined them. But Eddie rarely fucked her. Instead she pleasured the women, sometimes when Eddie fucked them, but mostly not. And then she’d go. Told Eddie she liked sleeping with Nigella. Which was mostly a lie. She spent much of the night with Cheryl and Joe, though about half the time it would at least start out in Joanna’s bed. And it always ended there. Nigella had been wrong about Shawna being...
The showcase for the bands on the Monster’s label went great. Eddie definitely outclassed the rest of the roster. None of the bands sucked, and a couple had potential to make a broader impact than the local scene. But, like seeing some local bands with different degrees of ability play before a band with verve and polish and exceptionalism and power, the difference was obvious. None of the others could have possibly been the headliner. Joanne’s little group of documentarians recorded the...
Cheryl and Joe crashed as soon as they got home, stripped and lay down on the pull out bed in the study. Next thing Joe knew, Joanna woke him cautiously. “Hey,” he whispered. “Hi,” she smiled. “I should go. There’s a little bit of work if you can get to it.” “Wait,” he said. “Give me a minute. Meet me in the kitchen.” “Yes Joe.” He went into the half bath and rinsed his mouth. Donning a robe over his naked body, he went to Joanna and embraced her, smiling at the kids on the way. And...
Scrambled eggs, bacon and toast prepared in the kitchen greeted Joe and guests from the Marriot. Joanne had heard the cars arrive, and started things. After introductions, including the kids, to whom the ladies from New York and San Francisco found charming little angels as most people did, the kitchen filled with the sounds of eating, a couple on stools having their breakfast at the dividing wall between kitchen and living room, the shutters open to make things less claustrophobic. Joanne...
Slowly peering over the rock, the dull glow of the setting sun provided poor visibility for the hunter, he saw shadows all around him and heard more noises than just wet snapping of branches under heavy bear paws. Trying to focus on the bear's shadow and sounds, blocking out all else, he moved into a somewhat open space with a clear view of the shadow, he raised his rifle, and with the head of the grizzly shadow caught in its crosshairs he fired. But instead of a thud of bear corps hitting...
The first part of this story is 100% true with very little embellishment. The second part is what would have happened if the plan had gone thru as agreed and arranged I met her on 'Yahoo Personals'. She had put a few 'code words' on her profile to make it clear she differed from the usual frustrated and bitter widows and divorcees on that site. I didn't mean to be looking for a 'hook-up' on there as I was already in a fuck-buddy affair with Gail. And Gail was enough to handle for...
Hi this is not a story but i had an idea i am 21 an bisexuali love shemales and i play league of legends on eune server why dont we add each other and play and chat ;-)So you know if you like shemales or guys or you are a foot fetish lover and you play games lets add each other Please DO NOT send me friend request if you are u******e.Hi this is not a story but i had an idea i am 21 an bisexuali love shemales and i play league of legends on eune server why dont we add each other and play and...
my first threesome i was 18 at the time just moved back to my home town with my father, he interdosed me to the rest of my family that i had never met, well i did but when i was just a baby anyway, a cuple months after i started to chill with these 2 guys but i didnt no what to do cuz both of them were my bestfriends for a long time but at the same time were like my play mates. one night when i was just hanging around talking with scott he asked me if i would have sex with...
Chapter 1 110º. Thank god for air-conditioning, Anne thought. West Texas. Flat stretch of endless desert and burning blue sky. Rest Stop Cafe. Red neon sign to the right. She pulls in on the gravel lot. Sign in broad window says, ‘Enjoy a hearty meal in air-conditioned comfort.’ Not many customers. Anne takes a booth and orders a turkey sandwich with salad and a glass of iced tea with lemon slice. A Mexican, early twenties, is watching her. She’s used to men watching her. She’s good looking...
I sat in class Friday afternoon waiting for the bell to ring. It was sooo boring just sitting here in my last period. I just wanted to get out of there so I could meet up with my two best friends. My best friends names were Daniel and Rachel. Mine is Jason. I had known them since I was 8. I was now 17. Rachel and Daniel were 16. We always hung out with each other after school and I expected today to be just like any other day. Finally the bell rang! I immediately grabbed my books, dashed out...
We were planning to have a couples trip down to a lake for the weekend. Just 4 of us as me and my coworker ended up telling out gfs that we would go to check out the place. They told us to just call ahead but we had plans of our own and thought this would be the perfect time to go by ourselves. We got to the place after a nice little drive and rented it for the night for ourselves. It was right by the lake and was a good distance between the other cabins, offering some much needed privacy. We...
Story taken from SecretFriends.com forum!I'm relaxing in a luxurious motel room in Northern Florida, watching out the window every now and then and wondering what the hell I'm doing here. I realize what brought me south; a holiday trip to visit a relative in Georgia, but what made me stop here in this five-star motel on my way home? I recognize what I'm doing isn't right, but, this time, I’m just out of control. Or I must accept that I want to be out of control. And then again, my deviant mind...
"What a neat little doll, Ashley!", Corrina exclaimed."Where'd you pick it up?" Corrina turned the odd little dollaround into the light to get a better look at it.Ruffling a page in her magazine, Ashley snuffled. "Oh, **that**old thing? I picked it up in Rhodes, on vacation with myfolks. Its older than dinosaur shit, I've been told"."Lemme see it", requested Zenobia, reaching out her hand forthe little statuette. Corrina passed it to her. "It doeslook kinda old", she commented. Ashley's little...
Sex StoryMy boyfriend Ray J had kept in contact with several of his college buddies over the years and they would meet on weekends to do things together. Over the years they began to get pretty competitive with their activities and to add money to their quests. At first it did not concern me as he would loose $25.00 over a weekend or come home a winner with several hundred dollars that he always used to pamper me. However, as their competitiveness continued to increase the losses starting...
91 AVIS AND HER LADYFRIENDS My friend Carol called me up one morning and asked if I would like to meet for some shopping and lunch. Since Jon and I would have the day to ourselves, I agreed and we met at the local mall. Carol approached me and unexpectedly kissed me there in the entrance way to the mall. "Good morning" she said as I looked back in mild shock. "Did I shock you?" she asked. I said I was a bit surprised, but then let it go and off we went shopping. Around noon we stopped at...
This is a story of how CC and H got started. My company had an announcement to make to all the employees and wanted to do it with a picnic. H and I somehow got nominated to put this all together. A few had past and I was really busy again and H was kind of stuck doing most of it . So I decided to talk CC into helping. She is a great planner. H is our office manager and had all of that to deal with to plus she was going through a rough divorce . CC and I have both been down that...
Hello friends my self sanjubaba. I am 23 years old. This is my first story on Indian Sex Stories. For feedback and any girl or aunty wants to have fun mail me at secrecy is guaranteed. About my self I’m 23 year old single guy who enjoys and obsessed to sex.i can satisfy a girls and aunties with my 6.5 inch tool. I live in ahmedabad. Girls and aunties from ahmedabad as well as from other city can contact me for sexual fun. so coming to story during my college time i had many friends who were...
VISIT on www.papahaxx.com to see more top rated stories like theseHI I am Mayank. I am great fan of human digest stories, for many a days I was thinking of sharing my real life experience but was bit hesitant. But today I just want to share my experience so that other readers can get the fun and enjoyment out of it which I got.The incident is about my wife Nyati, she is 24 age perfect figure and nice handful boobs,nice height and can drive any guy crazy by her looks. We are being married 2 yrs...
I sat in class Friday afternoon waiting for the bell to ring. It was sooo boring just sitting here in my last period. I just wanted to get out of there so I could meet up with my two best friends. My best friends names were Daniel and Rachel. Mine is Jason. I had known them since I was 8. I was now 17. Rachel and Daniel were 16. We always hung out with each other after school and I expected today to be just like any other day. Finally the bell rang! I immediately grabbed my books, dashed out...
First TimeReddit FunWithFriends, aka r/FunWithFriends! Is there any sex that’s better than with friends? I’m not talking about the weird sex that ends friendships because the bitch couldn’t compartmentalize and, ‘accept what this was.’ I’m referring to the kind of sex where friends want nothing more than to fuck one another’s brains out, clean up, then go out and grab a beer before going home, taking a giant whiskey dump, then going to sleep. The kind of friend sex where everyone fucks because they want...
Reddit NSFW ListHe called me at around 7:30 PM that night, nothing unusual we had sleep overs quite often. We have been going to high school together for our whole lives, robert and I were the best of friends. We referred to each other as brothers from another mother. We bonded on many levels, especially our crazed teenage hormones. We both were incredibly horny for the most part and jacked off to porn sites 2-3 times a day. We enjoyed talking about fucking the girls in our class or our teachers, anyone who...
IncestTying up some loose ends Bigdad298 I am not homophobic, nor am I offended by its implication! I am very situated in my sexuality. I have been married for over fifteen years to wonderfull women. At least I had assumed she was! It all started one evening when my wife and I were getting our groove on if you know what I mean. We have played all kinds of sex games and I am more than willing to play more if it means I'm getting laid! We have played within the realms of BDSM,...
Where It Ends. By Tanya H. "When did this start?" Sonia asks, affecting the expression of one who has just popped a sweet in her mouth and found it to be a chunk of raw onion. Donna wonders how to answer that? When did it start? Where does anything start, for every beginning must have something before it? How about twenty four hours ago? There's Donna walking home through the night, night into morning really - the witching hour has gone in a thud of music, bright cocktails and...
Chapter 4 - Loose Ends "What is the status" said the mildly eastern European voice on the other end of the encrypted satellite phone. The NSA was too good at intercepting all communications, so Kristina needed to be extra careful. "We were able to get the two subjects out of the lab. The...doctor," she paused not wanting to use names or pronouns just in case, "was becoming uncooperative. The medical team sedated, and we were able to extricate from building later that...
One of the reasons my engagement to Lars went smoothly was that he got along with both my brothers. This was no small feat. Sean liked having him as a business contact for Germany. Richards Enterprises deals more with personal property than industrial equipment, but both need to know the regulatory landscape. Lars relationship with George was pure geek to geek. Over time, Lars taught George to seek advice on presentation, meaning Sheila. It does not hurt my pride to say that Lars and George...
Hunter Rush woke up one morning in his bedroom to the sound of his mother yelling at him from downstairs to come down and eat breakfast. Hunter yawned, and then got out of bed to put his clothes on. As he was doing so, he admired himself in the mirror for a moment. He was the perfect stud, with muscles all over his body and the most handsome face imaginable. People always told him that he was like Brad Pitt if Brad Pitt was ten times more attractive and awesome. Today was Hunter’s 18th...
IncestThere is no better way to spend Halloween than sitting round a camp-fire deep in the woods, drinking home-made hooch and telling scary stories, legends of dark deeds and ghostly ghouls. It was something that started with his grandparents when George was a child, and while it was then soft-drinks and tame tales, that sense of awe and wonder grew strong in the young boy's mind.The tradition continued through adolescence growing from family trips, to grandfather/grandson excursions and on to...
SupernaturalSISSY ODDS AND ENDS by Throne "Sissy inspection," my wife Anna called from the living room. I was in the middle of dusting but I knew better than to delay. I set my oversized feather duster carefully aside, in a spot where I was permitted to leave it, and hurried to meet her. In my two inch heels I made good time, having had lots of practice. As always, I took small steps, placing one foot in front of the other, which made my narrow hips wiggle. That was how she had taught me to...