Man, some guys are hardcore. While on the way home with my drunk sister in the passenger seat talking incessantly about nothing as it often seems drunk people do! she told me she had had the best time in her life with me that night. "You know, I have a theory after tonight." she says, as she rolls down the window for another smoke. "I think that if men had breasts they would never leave the house." I pause to consider this while changing lanes, and as she exhales in deep though, she tells me, "But, if they did have boobs, who would play with ours?" She seemed serious about the question, and as I tried to formulate a nd grade answer for her current state, she moved on

Keith and I rode the bus to school together. We were both more than a little apprehensive about starting Junior High. We sat near the back, on the passengers side, with me closest to the window. Keith pressed his right leg into mine for comfort and I pretended not to notice as we rode along. It had taken almost a week before I could sit comfortably after my paddling.

All night he had imagined fucking a woman, a slutty woman and he still had a hard on. He wanted a real slut, not like some of the girls at school he knew who were so prissy and got pissed off if you even tried to touch their breasts. No, he wanted a slut who didnt mind getting fucked or showing off her pussy, a slut like his mother. He smacked Carolines face, just like hed seen his father do and to his immense pleasure it had the same effect - the

The table is set for a nice romantic dinner for , complete with wine-glasses.... a nice vase of roses at the tables center...a very sensual scene. You walk in the door from work and look around, not expecting someone to be waiting for you..... but, instead.. you find me! Dressed in a teddy of red lace that reveals more than it could possibly conceal, I sit in a chair at one side of the table, a glass of white wine raised to my soft lips.

No one in our village locked their doors. Nobody owned anything of value. The notion of a thief entering a home and taking something was totally alien to the few members of our community. We all knew each other anyway. This made it easy for us to search for the map of the treasure. Mr. Pulaski went to the chapel every day, trotting fastidiously, supporting himself on his cane.

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.

"Well, I mean its your choice, Im just giving you a chance of getting your money back." He was so cool about it, it made me mad. On the other hand I couldnt forget my thirty bucks. After all it was all I had. I thought a bit. He was all in joy with the money he had won. He knew it was more than he needed so he wanted to do something really miserable. I couldnt do anything about it, I agreed.

Chapter Rustling sheets broke the otherwise perfect silence. The white moonlight made her form glow in slats beneath the heavy comforter, the pale smoothness of an arm the only piece of her in sight aside from the peek of wild auburn curls that marred her pillow. Restless dreams seemed to leave her tired and hostile every morning and tonight would be no different. In six hours she would be grateful to be awake, although grumpy.

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

Brian lay quietly in his bed dreaming of better days and wishing he still loved his wife. It seemed impossible to have lost what they had once had but they had and he was determined to end it completely as soon as possible. He did not want to prolong the pain any longer. There seemed no point now that he had evidence. Brian got up from the bed and walked to his study. At he still had the track star body he had when he was in college.