I don't currently have a partner, but my ex-wives know I write and post on here. They often help me by critiqueing my stories and suggesting editorial changes.

(Puts down his coffe cup and the evening paper he was reading, and takes off his glasses) HEY! WAIT A MINUTE!!!
(shor pause, while he scratches his head)
Is this some sort of April Fool's joke or something? I mean, really. Com'on now.
(Scratches his head again, and gathers his brow in a perplexed frown)
I don't understand. Why on God's earth would I want to ban someone I LIKED?

This makes me want to go look at used Aston Martins.



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She's searching for her purloined pink panties.

Angel Eyes

(Scott Hamilton on tenor sax)

For facial hair I use either an electric razor (Norelco triple head) or Crabtree and Evelyn sandlewood shaving soap and a Bic Soliel razor. (I used to use a Gillette adjustable razor, until one day I was out of blades, and borrowed my wife's - I haven't gone back to Wilkenson double-edged blades since)

Other parts get a trim with scissors and CAREFUL shaving with the Soliel.

When I dress in drag, particularly if I'm slutty, like for playing Cabaret, I just use the Soliel all over. But toes, ankles, knees and hands are really hard to do, so I sometimes use cream depilatories on them.

"Its alleged purpose (and I've read several others) isn't written in the Constitution."

I disagree. The purpose is stated in the first two phrases:

"A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed."

That this can be read as to mean that each individual is expected to be a part of that militia or that the militia can only be regulated if the people have the means whereby to defend themselves against said militia (to regulate it) makes no difference, though many arguing on either side of the question would have us believe it does, for the sake of strengthening their argument.

Me too! I'd love to have an Abrams tank, but damn the gas would cost a fortune. I have shot legal fully automatic machine guns at gun ranges before. Quite a rush. (Gun ranges often have a license to own them and charge patrons to shoot them.) I'd love to shoot a cannon if the opportunity ever avails itself.

I qualified on the .30 cal machine gun when I was in the Navy. Does that count? As to cannon - meh. Now a Whitworth breech-loading rifled field piece, that would be something to mess about with. (I understand the ballistics aren't quite as good as a 3"-50 caliber gun, but still ...)

this car. '87 Mercedes 300 SDL with 350,000 miles showing on the odometer.
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Ever since I was in the third grade, and decided to be an agnostic because it takes just as much faith to deny God's existence as to afirm it, I have held the opinion that "freedom to" implies and carries with it freedom not to. But what do I know? Obviously I am mistaken in the case of Freedom of Religion. It still says "In God We Trust" on the money, and "under God" was added to the pledge of allegiance, Madeline Murray notwithstanding. If the same logic is extended to firearms, I suppose it could be said that freedom to own guns means a requirement to own them. George Orwell was right: War is peace.

I love a sexy lady With handcuffed hands and feet. I love to lick and nibble Her place that tastes so sweet. Or tie her wrists and ankles With a strong Hentai bow. Then spread her lovely knees wide And make her juices flow. I’d inflict some loving pain; Clothes pins upon a tit. Maybe use a riding crop To spank her pulsing clit. And when she’s really begging ...

Added 04 Apr 2013 | Category Love Poems | Votes 15 | Avg Score 4.8 | Views 688 | 11 Comments

“Lada dedadeda de, la de da, la de da,” Carla hummed a snippet of Mozart’s Minuet in G to herself as she dialed the phone. “Hi, Carla! What are you up to, girlfriend?” Alice asked into the phone. “How did you know… oh, duh. Caller ID. Silly me. I just finished an experiment, and thought I’d bring it over to share, and get yours and Gerald’s opinion on it,” Carla replied. ...

Added 14 Feb 2013 | Category Lesbian | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 3,081 | 5 Comments

Most of the time I’m happy living alone. But sometimes I think It’d be nice to come home To someone who cared. Someone to cuddle To love and to hold To nurse when she’s sick And to warm when she’s cold. To stroke till she ‘d purr Like a nice kitty cat Or we’d sit at the table And just have a long chat. We’d stand at the sink And wash dishes together ...

Added 24 Nov 2012 | Category Love Poems | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 537 | 6 Comments

She isn’t petite and bouncy Like a Bugeye Sprite Or a cheerleader Darting around corners   But bouncing with every bump in the road. And she isn’t long and lean Like an XK 120 Or a marathon runner Eating up curves and distance As if they were made just for her. And she isn’t high maintenance Like a Masaerati Or a starlet wannabe Needing attention even if...

Added 17 Oct 2012 | Category Love Poems | Votes 4 | Avg Score 4.75 | Views 277 | 5 Comments

After she stopped reading, Alice had a sudden idea. She decided to put the things back in the room, and surprise Gerald with it, after she had cleaned everything up. She decided that if things were not in good working order, she could always admit trying to prepare a surprise for him. But if they were in good shape, and she could clean them, THAT surprise would be really stunning. Several...

Added 07 Jul 2012 | Category Novels | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 736 | 4 Comments

While Gerald was at work, Alice decided to use the time available to get online and shop for shelving and such to turn the basement into their wine-tasting room. They had been discussing it over breakfast, and Alice had said, “Wouldn’t it be fun if we could create a vaulted ceiling, and kind of a faux rough plaster finish?” “We could do that by using chicken wire as a form, and laying...

Added 06 Jul 2012 | Category Novels | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 857 | 5 Comments

Alice stopped reading and said, “He really was a control freak, wasn’t he? I think I don’t like him very much.” “I don’t either. There is something really creepy about the way he likes to keep people off balance, so that he can order them around,“ Gerald replied. “I’m so glad he wasn’t part of the family. Well, not blood, anyway.” “Oh,” Alice said, laughing, ”you have a little of that...

Added 02 Jul 2012 | Category Novels | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 686 | 5 Comments

As he descended the stairs, Gerald heard what sounded to him like a little snippet from The Well-Tempered Clavichord. It stopped abruptly, followed by a few chords struck seemingly at random, and then he heard what he recognized as the middle section of Chopin’s Polonaise in Ab Major. “Keep that up, and Horowitz will have to find a new occupation,” he called out cheerily. “He’s dead....

Added 01 Jul 2012 | Category Novels | Votes 8 | Avg Score 4.38 | Views 660 | 4 Comments

The following morning, Alice announced she wanted to tune the piano. Gerald agreed to take the day off from work, so they called his brother, to see if they could borrow his pickup truck. They loaded the truck full of necessities from their apartment, and took them over to the house. After putting those things away, Alice started in on the piano, but soon discovered she needed to remove...

Added 24 Jun 2012 | Category BDSM | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,511 | 4 Comments

Alice emerged from the bathroom in time to hear her mother in law say, “So when your grandfather married my mother, Sarah was absolutely livid. I always thought that a little strange, until the day of my eighteenth birthday. Sarah and her “partner” (mother always referred to him as her “non-spouse” and thought it ghastly that they openly lived together, without, as she used to say, ‘benefit...

Added 17 Jun 2012 | Category Novels | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 909 | 2 Comments