A retired musician (you'll guess the instrument). Orchestral life is like regimented teamwork attempted by unbridled primadonnas. Discipline and passion, not always well integrated. My inner life is just as uncontrolled as are my stories. In late schooldays I learnt to love boys. College taught me to love women, both spiritually and physically, leading eventually to happy marriage. I shall probably offer a wide range of stories that could come from any of these eras, each of which has its own wonders. I seem to come most alive when I'm writing stories that involve classical music, and/or, of someone for the first time discovering how beautiful it is to be naked in the fresh air in spectacular natural surroundings. I love stories that respect the wonder of the human body, and its relationships, both same-sex and 'straight (whatever that means--love is love, sex is sex, they're all part of that wonderful rainbow.)I love writing, but constantly practise, and all constructive criticism is more than welcome. Very impressed with the wide range of thought and feeling I'm meeting in the stories. Hope to make some virtual friends--I'm already sensing like-minded people. Looking forward to learning more about you all.
Favorite Books Trollope's Palliser novels, (could be written today--wish he was reporting on the Downing Street Briefings.) DH Lawrence (of course, especially the Rainbow, the poems--not to mention the nostalgia of the twelve-year-old discovering Lady Chats.) A more recent book I enjoyed was The Goldfinch. Enjoy philosophy and history too as well as good, rippling English, like Wodehouse, Dorothy Sayers, or the Father Brown stories. And, did I mention Lush Stories?
Favorite Music Mostly classical, from the purity of Mozart to the hormone music of Wagner and Mahler. Only one piece for my desert island? Mozart's Marriage of Figaro--the Countess is the most poignant character ever created--equals anyone in Shakespeare. I like a few pop offerings, but it would show my age too much. (I'll never forget Whiter Shade of Pale'--that was the sixties, music and the crazy words. Then of course Dylan and Boaz, though I don't really think of them as pop.) Some jazz too, but again, half of you will probably say 'who are Ella Fitzgerald and Art Tatum?'
I’d grown to love the cock I was sitting on. I rocked slowly back and forth on its succulent strength, squeezing it with my pussy. Striding his thighs, sitting upright on his glorious dick, my back to Arturo's moans, I was as exhilarated by our foreplay as by the glorious ocean sunset view from the bed. The breaking waves matched the exultation surfing through my still, upright body. I knew he had eyes only for my back, w...
Two newly-weds discover themselves and each other.
Maylin didn't know which gave her more pride. Graduating to her Master's (Craig exasperated her by continually calling it her 'Mistress's') or, three months later, her wedding to Craig. Craig, ten months older than Maylin, so already twenty-three, earned good money in a plush job that still promised him time 'for family'. He was what Aunt Emily, in her typical way, had called "a catch…you must court him." ("Thoroughly Aun...
Young Lacie learns to display herself before a sea captain but can she conquer the Sultan?
Sunshine sparkled over a fairytale sea. Sails of red, blue and yellow glided in serene dance, measured by the same gentle breeze that played over Lacie's dress as she reclined on her favourite grassy down. From its slope high over the water, she saw in the distance a large four-master on its way to fairyland. Or perhaps to return laden with perfumes from Siam, India and Persia. Might it bring a Persian girlfriend to be he...
