Archive | 18.02.2010
- Marla Sue
Old memories have a way of haunting you in your old age. Dreams lost and opportunities missed. Marla Sue is one of those. A dream lost that now haunts me from forty years ago. Young, beautiful, sexy, and so naïve in an outgoing way. I wasn't much better, a slow talking, shy country boy that found himself living in the city for the first time. I was totally lost, with to many people around and to much concrete and traffic. I missed the green fields and deep woods. The quiet and solitude. That was ... more
- My Irish Virgin
I staggered down the beach. I was wearing shorts, no shirt and was sweating profusely; for a moment it was touch and go whether I would see last night's dinner for the second time.
It was the first day of my summer exercise regime—three miles of early morning running in the sand and then two miles of walking it out. I had my starting point that morning and ran one and a half miles up the beach, and then completed the round trip. I was just starting my one mile walk the other way, and then would ... more