April's Fool

It was about 6:30 when Paul, a colored man of 172 cm, was standing at Paarl station waiting for the train. The platform he stands on is packed with people. When the train pulled in at the platform it was chaos, people were pushing each other. The train was so full that people had to stand. People had to stand on top of each other. Paul stood with his back against the carriage's wall, he was right behind everyone, and in front of him stood a chubby girl with a tight short dress. She stood with her back to him. Paul stood uncomfortably because the girl's bum is huge. The train started to ride, when the train stopped a few stations after Paarl, at Kraaifontein station, Paul became worried because he could see that the platform was crowded. He knew that if the crowd got in, they would push the girl in front of him, against him. The crowd climbed in, and the poor girl was pressed very tightly against his crotch. He tried to stand on his toes, he tried to turn obliquely, but there

We might as well get right to it right away. I was that irritating brother everyone knew growing up. The thing in my town was for the girls in the family to have friends over, and it usually ended up with them in their brothers bed. The friends did that is. Although all three of my sister's ended up there too at one point or another. Those sleepovers were things I looked forward to back then of course. They always occurred after graduation, so the girls were 18 and horny as hell. That's where I came in. Those summers I'd spend at the old family home. I'd worked my way over the years through Susan's friends, and Susan herself. Susan was a closet slut, and when the opportunity arose, she willing took it. We did it everywhere. Susan was adventurous, so it wasn't just in the dark and under the covers for her. She wanted to try me everywhere her little heart desired, and I was more than up for that. Of course she'd come to my room at night and strip down in the

For what seemed like eternity her foot smashed again and again into my tender balls. I lost it after the third kick, and began babbling incoherent for her to stop, telling her again and again I learned my lesson and I'd do absolutely anything if she's just stop kicking my injured testicles. Luckily I didn't think that all of her kicks were full force. She seemed to accept some of my apologies, and only kicked as hard as she could when the mistake was particularly egregious in her mind or if she didn't think I begged and cried hard enough. Miraculously, I kept my death grip on the edges of her dining table and didn't fall over, even though I couldn't stop my legs from buckling after almost all of her blows. "Phew. That's actually a pretty good workout" she huffed, laying a hand on the small of my back to steady herself. "You can move now, bank. I'm impressed - you didn't fall and act all melodramatic like you usually do when I pop you

My name is Anthony, I am 41 years old living a pretty normal life with a wife and two grown up children, 18 and 19. Let me tell you about my experience with my dad and grandfather as a young man. *** My memories of my early life in what most would consider to be a poor neighbourhood are fond memories. Idyllic isn't a word normally associated with the part of town I grew up in but thinking back it had everything I needed. All my best friends lived on my street, my school was within close walking distance, as were the shops, there were two huge parks close by and there was even a library: it was a great little eco system. perhaps I have my rose tinted glasses on but my childhood through to my late teens was perfect to me. January 1998 came and I turned 18, this was when things began to change. Even though I was still living at home with my mum and dad, my carefree days felt like they were well and truly over, suddenly there was an expectation to "grow up," get a job and d

It took only a few minutes for me to get settled on the recliner after working a full shift at the office. I stretch out my arm with the remote and start to flip through the channels. Then I heard the all too familiar, "James is that you? Can you take out the garbage under the sink it's overflowing? I think there has to be something rotting in there because it smells really bad." With a sigh of annoyance, I get up from the soft embrace of the cushioned heaven. I walk out of the glow of the Television as one of my favorite shows starts to play. The nagging never stops. She always wants me to do something. Sometimes I just want her to shut up. First, she'll ask me to do one simple thing and before I know it she's asking me to do a million other things. I'm really starting to get tired of it all. We've only been married for 5 years. It feels like a lifetime. All I wanted to do was come home after a long day at work to relax. I don't want to have to deal