“© Bucksman 2002″
Frank stood twiddling his glass of cheap white wine. Why had be accepted the invitation and why had he bothered to turn up? He was only a part-time lecturer at the Business School and only gave about five lectures a year on project management. He looked around the room again; a large crowd of students were milling around the full-time lecturers and professors and all bar the senior people were at least 10 years his junior, the students at least 20 years younger. He had nothing in common with most of them and doubted if any knew who he was or, perhaps, even cared. Read the rest of this entry »
I was tall and skinny in high school. A dork, although I didn’t know it. I was interested in making good grades and succeeded at that. I had a few dates. Guys that were dorks also and had no girl friend would ask me to a dance or a party when they needed a date. Socially I was a misfit. And I don’t think I ever thought about sex. If any boy ever did try anything sexual with me I don’t remember it and I definitely would have rejected him. Sex was something bad and dirty. Good girls didn’t do it. Read the rest of this entry »
“Based on my life: Names and places have been changed to protect privacy. Yes this stuff is all true, I cant imagine trying to make up crap like this!”
My first boyfriend had very fair skin. Where I could stay in the sun for hours and turn a dark brown, poor Ken despite the sunscreen would turn into Lobster Boy before my eyes. Twenty four hours into what was supposed to be our Wild Senior year of high school spring break instead of playing beach volley ball in one of the tiny bikinis Id brought, I was in a dirty Key West hospital, rubbing cream over my boyfriends burnt and blistered skin. Read the rest of this entry »
“Unlike my other stories which may or not be wild figments of my fertile imagination, this one is true. It involves male/female sex, explicitly. If you don’t have permission to read this kind of stuff, move on.”
I’m in my late fifties. Pretty good-looking, I’m told and still in pretty good shape, thank you very much. I live in Bridgehampton, New York, right in the center of the ‘Fabulous Hamptons’ resort area. I live here year ’round and unlike the eclectic billionaires that comprise my neighborhood, I don’t go to the fancy parties and fundraisers, horse shows or designer shops. Don’t get me wrong, I love the style and artistic nature of the place, bumping into the super-famous on the street and dining on the best food. Still, I try to stay out of the villages on hot and sunny summer weekends. Who needs the hassle of searching for a parking spot? Not I. I love the place itself more…boating and fishing, deer and wild turkeys…ospreys…the ocean beaches, the bays; the creeks…the sunsets on Crescent Beach…the clean windswept smell…I love it all. In fact, I love it even more in the off-season when it becomes desolate, peaceful and utterly mellow. Read the rest of this entry »
