Preface: Please read Parts I to III to understand our tale fully. It takes place in 1970 and the emotional backdrop is the Vietnam War. Our protagonists in this naughty and yet sad tale are a boy and a girl. A simple tale to tell the truth: boy meets girl, boy secretly desires girl, girl leads boy on, and love soon grows—a simple part of the eternal circle of life—nothing more and nothing less, right? Yet our story has co...

Vietnam June 1970: The War There were now over 475,000 USA personnel in South Vietnam supporting a massive war effort. The number had peaked at almost 550,000 in April of 1969. But then President Nixon had started a slow un-declared withdrawal. The public mood had turned sharply against the war. In spite this change in public sentiment towards the war, it had expanded and then expanded some more. But now a change was happ...

It’s the summer of 1970 and our story continues. The war in Vietnam is enflamed and spreading into Cambodia. Young men across America are being drafted, including our Rob. June 1970 SoCal Suburbia America We last left the sexually and emotionally unfulfilled suburban housewife Veronica Robinson, or “Ronnie” if you will, in a rather compromising position. The love-starved twenty-nine year old and her rather hunky eighteen-...

Present Day April 2014 Veronica approached the endless black marble wall slowly. It was her first visit. She felt the glycerine tears welling in her eyes. Why hadn’t she come before? At seventy-three you would think the pain would be gone? But it was nowhere near gone; the pain was searing. He was “only a boy” she kept repeating to her self. If anything it all felt like only yesterday. In recesses of Veronica’s distraught...

Curious? Well this competition is NOT on ice and involves no puck.  John walked into Red’s office. Penny Anderson was a bombshell thirty-five year old investment banker. The HBS graduate had just been appointed head of all the firm’s M & A action globally. She was single and totally focused on one day heading the entire firm. To all the senior partners in the firm Ms Anderson was known simply by her nickname—“Red”. This w...

What I feel is no frivolous fourteenth day cliché. No way honey, no way! I won’t speak those too-common words you expect.That approach I vigorously reject. No drugstore-card red-inked words that begin with “L”.You giggle and grin. “What else?” You say. Well…..? No bouquet of thorn-stalked flowers red, or peach, or pink.“What then?” You muse. You’re confused I think. Wondrous gazing at the diamond-sprinkled black night sky...

Camila thrust her hips furiously grinding down onto John’s jutting hard cock. Her tight young pussy began to throb and burn with raging unbridled desires. She was so close to release. John sensed his wife’s impending orgasm and did what she liked best; he pressed her nipples. The pressure on Camila’s rubbery erect nipple acted like a “start button”. The young woman felt a flush of intense heat sweep across her athletic bo...

The sun rises teasing with its gentle early light I gaze as you lay, chest rising falling softly. Your mouth smiles warmly and bright  As my lips soft kisses coax you from a lover’s slumber. My nostrils suck in the subtle sweet lilac scent Of perfume lingering from last night’s loving embrace. You turn, whimper and push away my hands so bent  On your Venus body—I lean forward to kiss your face. You moan, whimper and sprea...

“I’m going to cut it all off!” My girlfriend said wearing her spicy saucy grin. As she headed for the top beauty salon My nerve-wracking hair anxiety did begin. I love my baby’s long thick brown amorous hair I nuzzle and I stroke her cute abundant curls I grab luxuriant fistfuls when we make hot love As a fevered passion for my alluring girl unfurls. I love my darling’s special brunette coif I cherish her ponytail and wav...

“Hey tall dark and handsome,” I see her hazel eyes flare wide. My rugged visage seems to inspire, Carnal needs she cannot hide. The trim young brunette beauty, Flicks ands twists her hair - a flirt. But her eyes tell another story, She wants to rip open my shirt. The lass pretends non-interest, looks away, Fluffs her frock, acts all coy and tres-demure. But in her sensual voice is pure warmth, She’s a feline in heat and s...

My darling sent me a collage It made grin and tingle is all that I can say It made me rather giddy, sort’a jumpy,Okay admit it now: it made my day. My darling sent me a collage Of her ponytail, her beauty bright I tried not to look, I really did, 400 times later I had lost the fight. My darling sent me a collageA picture of soft brown eyes, heavenly lips,But out of all the sexy imagesI fixated on but one: the image of her...

Camila sat knees primly together on the setteePerfectly poised, perfectly gorgeousPerfectly fragile, perfectly sereneHer bust swelling perfect as could be. Having their own playful funTwo brunette strands had escapedThe twisted pinned disciplineOf the young beauty’s tightly woven bun.Camila’s slender neck, a tacit line flattersThe intended romance a faux ployDill-scented salmon and caviar sit ignoredJohn’s heart is in tot...

I fetch the hidden red ropeCarry you to the bed to tie you downWatch a playful sexy grinReplace your “missed you” frown. You whine about waiting and frustrated,Being extra extra horny all dayWith a pout “Make it all up to me!”You rather demandingly say. My eyes twinkle, my lips suck your skinI blindfold and begin to apply my hungry kissNot a single square naked inchDo you want my lips to miss. Today’s ignored nipples fina...

Grace’s charms I try to resist, I really, really do, it’s true. But Grace’s slender fingers touch Graceful and gentle on my wrist. My adulterous eyes gaze on Grace from afar Trying weakly not to stare Trying weakly not to want I fail miserably: she’s my guiding star. Grace’s carnal attraction is intenseShe’s passion: I fear being closer She’s passion: I fear a second touch Her orbital pull is so immense. Grace’s green eye...

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while you could miss it.” Ferris Bueller Have you ever thought of hosting a party in the middle of the desert and inviting 70,000 people? Well Larry did and John finally went. ___________________________________________ The Present- “Smelling the Roses” It was the morning after the Sunrise Dance. John’s head was pounding with the dull throbbing pain of a...