I got good grades in Classical High School, Providence, Rhode Island not because I was endowed with great brains, but because I studied hard. Basically all I did was study and play a little High School football, but to say I was the best back-up running back for Classical wasn't saying much. I wanted to date but that didn't go far since I was tagged "Mikey the Geek boy".
Kate lay on the bed, naked and asleep on her stomach with her left leg bent off to the side. Slowly her body nagged her into waking. She reached her arm out and felt only an empty pillow where her boyfriend, David, normally would be lying next to her. Suddenly something tickled the back of her right knee -- a feather-light touch of a pair of lips. The fog of sleepiness began to evaporate as David trailed light kisses up her leg.
My parents leased an old farm house belonging to a small estate as a summer house. I had spent all my summers there since being a kid. It was very nice although sometimes a bit lonely for a young boy.
But the summer when I had turned 18 Thomas had moved to the estate with his parents. Although he was a year older we quickly made friends. We talked for hours of girls and sex and getting laid. He also had some porn magazines that we studied until they tore apart.
France, April 1918
Wars have always existed. From the simple foot soldier on the battlefields to the generals, hundreds of miles away, safe, I have watched. The stench of blood, the rot of fear, the roar of rifles and cannon fire is well known to me. Before the battle, after the skirmish, during the fighting, I watch and I wait. Then I walk through the carnage and set free the suffering, the anguished and the dying. I set their souls, if they even have them or believe in them, free.
I am sharing my history with you for fun not trying to get a good grade for English class. I did a spell check that's good enough. Enjoy my story and comment on the story, not the grammar.
Last night was fresh in my memory, I had seen Ben's sleeping erection and then later I awoke to him having a wet dream and shooting his load on my bare back.
The last few months had been a nightmare. I was working more and more overtime at work, and getting very little rest. I finally reached the breaking point, and decided to take a week off. My boss wasn't too happy, but let me go anyway. The way I see it, he didn't have much of a choice. I either took some time off, or I would find a new place to work.
It wasn't easy being a young professor at a southern university in the US. When I say young, I mean young. I was always an overachiever, and got my Ph.D at 22 and began teaching immediately. This meant that I was barely older than my students at best.
This had the potential for becoming an outright, unmitigated disaster, and everyone knew it. The Director of my program never came out and said anything to me directly, but it was clear he was keeping a close eye on me.
Okay, so I was really really stoned the other night. You know, not just that "I just smoked a bowl and everything's cool now" stoned, but that "holy shit, I am so happy! Where did the leprechaun come from??" stoned that you get after smoking some good, fresh Montreal weed. Great weed, that stuff just sticks to your fingers, got these nice little buds and the smell is just... it's like pussy with that little tang of chlorophyll. Yeah, I was pretty stoned and at this point, in the kitchen, I was trying desparately to remember what I was supposed to be doing.
About a year and a half so ago my wife Debra decided that I needed to get into better shape.
Why wives do things like that beats me, hell it can't be to keep me able to work longer.
I don't work at all.
I guess it's just because she does love me, it can't be for my money.
I don't have any of that, either.
I did have money and stuff once, but things I had planned on having in my old age just never panned out.
James Smith was lounging on the couch in his favorite beat up pair of pajamas, slowly perusing the Sunday paper sprawled on the floor beside him. He was flipping from page to page in the Entertainment section when something caught his eye. His sound of disgust caught his wife Sarah's attention as she sat at the dining room table looking through circulars and clipping coupons.