It was a normal Friday afternoon or so I thought when I left work. The weather was sunny and the sky blue. I was in a good mood as I was going to spend the weekend en-femme and also indulging in my other favourite pastime of riding my Bike. I sat astride my weekday machine, put my open face crash helmet on, adjusted my flying goggles and kicked the aged but very beautiful Bonnieville into life. The ride home was done almost in a flash such that my mind was really elsewhere. Thank god for built-in "autopilots". Once home, I parked the Bonnie next to my other special machine and hurried into my house. The package was there as I had left it that very morning.

It was a beautiful day. The sun shone down on the girl in the green dress as she looked out over the fields from where they sat and dreamed. She dreamed that this would last forever but she knew it wouldnt. Sometimes life was so cruel and difficult to everyone but she often thought that it was especially cruel to her. She could feel the wind blow gently across the bare, hairless skin of her legs and the

Greg turned his attentions to my girlfriend again, and they headed back through to the lounge I followed with the coffee. Katie stood by the glazed balcony door, which overlooked the Thames it was pretty private, only anyone with a boat and a telescope could see in. Her arms were holding onto the wall either side of the sliding door and she was facing out. Greg knelt down behind her and slowly began to work her jeans down, they were tight and he had to virtually peel them from her hips.

The next day dawned bright and clear. They were at the door at ten sharp. We put the chiller bags in the Rover and headed off, deciding to go north to the Hunter Valley and visit some wineries. I was just happy to be with them both and I was completely head over heels in love with Laura. It was tempting to declare my love to her, but fear of rejection kept me in my place. We had a great day, lunching under a shady tree, tasting wine at some wineries.

A single tear traced a ragged path down my cheek ruining my once perfect make-up. My shoulders slumped as if they were bearing the weight of the world as the full impact of my situation hit home. Angela came over to see if the dryer was too hot. I smiled and told her everything was ok and that I was fine. Angela checked my hair wrapped tight on the rollers. She said, "Looks like youre done, lets go back to my chair and Ill finishing making you

Prologue This story is truth, the balance is poetic license, now at the age of yrs I can see what it was all about although, at the time it was just us being us. No names or places have been changed as it would, I feel be unfair to the one who I owe the most too and he deserves better than that. The story is set in the early fifties so there was no television, videos or computers as will become evident as the story progresses. I have made observations during this story for the sake of clarity and continuity although it is only know

My story begins in the summer of . My mother was killed in a car accident and since I had no father my aunt was rewarded custody of me. Beening years old and never had any other family members I though this would be great. Boy was I wrong. I was booked on the flight Friday morning from LA and going in a very small town in the country in Ontario Canada. i was a little nervous since I had never met my aunt.I had no idea what she looked like and I think she never knew what I looked like. I was very small for a teenage boy. Only . pounds.

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The first contact that I had with David was on the Gay Universe chat line. It was really kind of a fluke. It was a slow day a work and I logged on just to see what was on the message boards, saw the "chat" button and said, "What the heck?" It was a pretty active day and I was having trouble keeping up with what the other guys were posting and typing replies when I got a private message from

Erika and Lesley headed out of the beauty salon in their sun dresses and sandals to show off the painted nails. Sitting down at the cafe sidewalk table they crossed their legs and both ordered a coffee; which they slowly sipped. Before hitting the salon they had hit almost every mini mall in the area and needed to decided where to hit next. They didnt have anything in their car that would spoil.