A short story for the festive season – completely fiction…
It is my opinion that after Catch the Catcher this story – Careless Talk – is my best work. The plot, set during the second world war, is fiction but the historical content is correct. I researched it thoroughly. It is longer than my normal posts but I didn’t want to split it in two.
A good reader will finish in 15 minutes.Continue reading Careless Talk ~ World War Two Drama
At high school I realised I was missing out on something. During lunch break a large group of girls would gather at the end the field to talk about boys. When I first heard a description of what an orgasm felt like I was fifteen. Jan had just started seeing Phil from the year above and she was explaining what happened when he put his hand down the front of her jeans and started sliding a finger along her slit.
In hindsight I can’t really say anything special had ever happened to me until I met Monique. Or Nique. But I am jumping ahead as she only used to call herself that when we were, well, fucking. Damn. Now you know we were lovers and I have taken all the anticipation out of this tale. But, you’ll have to wait to learn how we loved. It was ten years ago and I still get off on the memories from that time. Particularly when I’m in the shower, stroking my dick. The spurting hot water from the head pummels my knob and I can never hold back as I recall that first time I laid eyes on her.
I adore my wife. She’s my lover and my best friend. I’m telling you straight, I got lucky when I met Debs.
I am not very romantic. In fact I am hopeless. But I do give a mean blow job. And one can’t be good at everything.