Freedom of the PressWhen I was twenty years old I decided to use a newspaper to improve my romantic life. To be more precise, I wanted to create a romantic life where none had existed before. I had gone to the City College of New York expecting to meet girls - or even just one girl, perhaps - as well as get a degree to improve my chances for some as yet unspecified career.By the summer of 1975 between my sophomore and jun...
It was deep in summer now and the katydids sang every night, it seemed. The air was thick and humid on the night. The coolness only came to the earth in the late hours of early morn. Often, a faint, gentle fog would settle along the ground of the drive-In. They were in Rick's turquoise and white '56 Chevy. Even in the dark, it was radiant. The pride of his life, it was. She was fairly certain that he loved it more t...
The living room light was on when Alyssa got home. Alice was still up, paintbrush in one hand, wine glass in the other. She didn’t notice her daughter appear. The canvas she’d been working on was a swirl of white colours, far too delicate to be so arresting. Alyssa stood in the doorway a while, watching the unsteady progress. Alice always painted better drunk, which was good since she was drunk pretty much every night....
Mr. Tracey blots away the beads of sweat that accumulate on his brow with a polka dot hanky. He folds it into a neat square and slides it back into the breast pocket of his faded denim blazer. He looks particularly disheveled as he sips from a white ceramic mug that reads ‘HOT FOR TEACHER’ in bold black Helvetica font. It’s probably filled with Jim Beam, I decide. His thinning hair is heavy with oil and is combed careless...
That summer Love was brand new He showed her things She only read about in booksHe opened her eyes To so many new things She taught him How to love again He guided her She trusted him He is her only desire She is his is precious treasure Their love was unconditional and Grew that summer so long ago.
Sweat is fascinating. Its smell might appear unpleasant, yet carries so much information about potential mating partners. Pheromones. Nature relies heavily on them. Just think of the birds and the bees – literally. As far as I am concerned, I crave the stench of sweat; hell, I get off to it! What really makes me cream my little knickers, is the infamous summer musk. A girl's used panties drenched with her mixture of crotc...
I dreamt of a path that no longer exists Holding out hope for a future A way in which time can create Moments in the everlasting You were there with me Holding me against your chest Protecting me from the now reality That our time is now but history I miss your kisses that leave me breathless Hiding in the secret corners of time Taking me on a journey no one sees For we hold on to our unexpected lie My heart is bre...
Another beautiful day as the morning has broken to a new family home. A baby was crying in the crib. That suddenly awakened the mother who panicked and rolled over towards the edge of the bed only to fall on the floor with her butt first. “Owwww!” Julia Bar, a mother of two, or rather three, had an eight-month-old baby girl, a seven-year-old son and a twenty-year-old step-son. She got up and rubbed her rear while she atte...
He touched the hem of her skirt first. She was wearing a white summer dress that fell just above her knees. Her dark hair was swept up into a ponytail. The window was wide open, summer heat and traffic noise breezing into the small living room. The switchboard operator from the insurance company had put her on hold and she held the phone intermittently to her ear, waiting for the blurry music to give way to a human voice....
I’m warm, safe. She’s next to me, hugging one of my arms around her shoulder like a blanket. I draw in a breath of her scent and… “Sal?” I ask, allowing the smallest possible amount of light through my eyelids, reality comes back. “Mmm.” Now don’t get excited, Sal is most certainly not someone I expected to ever find in my bed. Me and Sal don’t have compatible sexualities. Well, not anymore anyway. Sofa? I remember where...
Amber light filtered through my bedroom window, illuminating lazy dust motes as they wandered around above my head. I had just awoken from a midday nap, and the warmth of my bed was suddenly stifling as I realized I had slept longer than intended. Eyes half-open with sleep, I looked over to my bedside table to check the time. It was half past four; I had slept for over three hours. With a sudden surge of excitement, every...
Sunlight slanted through the high windows of the library. The building was old and grand, the ceilings arched with ornate plasterwork. Heavy wooden bookcases lined the walls and spilled further out into neatly organised mazes around the cavernous room. Tables occupied the central space, students sweating over textbooks as noise from the street outside drifted up through the open windows. He was following her through the b...
Summer had come a bit too early in Afer's city, a large world-class city with a beach nearby. At the age of twenty-six, Afer had grown apart from his old friends and was now spending most of the days by himself. Given the amount of vacation time he was taking, Afer realized that he had time to burn. Despite his age, Afer was doing well for himself financially and was on his way to making even more. Looking out on one sum...
A drop of sweat dripped over my temple and landed on my pillow while I swatted hopelessly at the darkness in front on my face. It felt like I was being robbed of my sanity by the persistent high-pitched hum of the mosquitos floating around my head. In my fitful state, I fantasised what Emily’s shapely legs would feel like wrapped around me with my cock deep inside her. ‘This is hopeless; I can’t sleep.’ I thought. I was o...
John was my boyfriend for nearly five years. In that time we only both went to stay with my family once. We were both twenty-two; my old childhood room still only had a single bed. When I was about sixteen I broke the door in a fit of teenage anger. It didn't close and we had no real privacy. To make things worse, the house wasn't huge, the walls were thin and my parents were always at home. There was never a moment alone...
