Pussy in the Water, Pussy up a Tree

by Cristiano Caffieri

Michael and Raif first met when they were both waiting outside the college administration office. They got into conversation, found they had similar interests and became inseparable.

When it came time for Spring break Michael was faced with a bit of dilemma.His parents, who were both teachers and were conducting language courses in China and if he went home to Huntington, West Virgina he would just be spending a couple of weeks in the house alone. When Raif found out about this he very kindly invited Michael to spend the break with his family in Florida.

When Michael arrived at their beautiful big house in Dunedin, he was introduced to Raif’s mother, who insisted on being called Ash, and his two twin sisters Nena and Tara. All three of the women were quite beautiful, the family’s origins were Asian and they were quite exotic looking with light brown skin and long black hair.

“Raif’s father is away as usual,” sighed, Ash when she was showing Michael his room, “Business means more to him than anything.”

When she leaned over the bed to straighten up the cover he couldn’t help noticing a pair of rather delightful tits swinging there and when she moved around the bed he could see that her legs looked pretty darn nice too. This woman, who was possibly around 45, was still capable of giving a much younger man a big hard on.

Because You Don’t Love Me.

I knew Josh and Jake for years. They were “that” couple, always together, always holding hands, giving each other kisses, never going anywhere without each other. They were cute and it made everyone around them happy to see how in love they were. It was sad for me to find out that Josh got a job in Massachusetts and that they would be moving there. Josh left first. Jake was taking some classes at Columbia and decided to stay until they would be over before relocating.

Josh found an amazing two bedroom apartment. He furnished it and made the extra room into a studio for Jake (he was a painter). Soon I was saying good bye to Jake and promising him that I would visit them all the time, and that in the summer we can still rent a small house in Mexico, and that I loved him, and that everything was going to work out. I could tell that he was nervous about the move. He loved New York City. He moved to New York straight after High School and for the first time was able to be himself. He grew up in Texas and often told me that he didn’t know how to breath freely until he was in New York. I hugged my dear friend, he got on a bus and was gone.