Follow the Pack Leader!

Here is another adventure with Reggie and Kiki. Hope you have fun. :)

Kiki was excited. Her master Reggie had picked up her leash. She knew they were going out. She hoped they were going to play a lot. Reggie and Kiki were soon out walking in the sunshine. The Yorkshire Terrier sniffed on the ground, tail wagging, being in her element. She was disappointed, when Reggie tied the leash at a lamp post in front of a shop. Kiki didn't want to be separated and would have preferred a longer walk. She made her dissatisfaction known by barking. "Stay! Be a good dog. It won't be long." Reggie told Kiki. She didn't stop barking and pulled on her leash, nearly strangling herself in the process. Reggie was unmoved and went into the shop. Kiki didn't give up and pulled and pulled... Until finally she managed to get the leash disentangled from the post. Reggie hadn't knotted it tight enough. Of course Kiki went looking for Reggie. The shop was larger than she thought, but she had no problems following his trail. Kiki ignored the people staring at her in disbelieve. A child indicated with his finger the dog. When most of the supermarket's customer recovered from their surprise, they were amused. Suddenly the smell of Turkish Delight stopped Kiki in her tracks. She loved Turkish Delight and chicken and ketchup. Kiki barked happily and went to the shelves, where the Turkish Delights were kept. Kiki's nose was very close to the packaging. Her tail was swishing and caught a lady passing by. The lady shrieked, because she feared dogs, startling other customers.
Security had noticed the dog too and dispatched a guard.
Kiki lost interest in the sweets and wanted to check out where Reggie was.
Security was approaching her. Kiki enjoyed being chased, so when she noticed a stranger was interested in playing catch, she took off. It was soo much fun!
Reggie was at the deli counter and thought he didn't see right, when Kiki whooshed passed him with high speed, a security guard hard on her heels. He swore under his breath: "Damn bitch!" The female customer waiting behind him thought he meant her and was outraged. "Hey, Mister! How dare you call me a bitch!" Reggie was bewildered for a moment. "I beg your pardon, Madam. I never meant you. It's that little... Dog!" "What dog?" It was the woman's turn to be astonished. She had been focused on her mobile phone, when Kiki passed. She tensed, when Reggie suddenly shouted: "Kiki!" Kiki made a u-turn, when she heard her master's voice, nearly crashing into the security guard. She was happy she had finally found Reggie. To her dismay he wasn't pleased and called her a bad dog. Kiki didn't understand why.
Reggie apologized profusely to the breathless security guard, who had arrived by now, and promised it wouldn't happen again. The apology was accepted, but Reggie was sharply reminded that dogs weren't allowed for hygiene and security reasons - imagine the dog would have bitten someone or damaged the property.
Reggie and Kiki left. Her master's mood wasn't the best. He barked at one of the onlookers: "Have you never seen a dog?!"
Reggie took Kiki home. Being a bit embarrassed, Reggie didn't want to return to the supermarket he had just been at, so he left Kiki at home and went to one that was a bit further away. Reggie avoided the shop for a while. On future shopping trips Reggie insured the leash was secured safely at one of the lamp posts and Kiki couldn't escape.

©2013

Grey

This is a short story about a friend of Coldham Fintan Noose III. Hope you like this one too.

"You are a girl!" "Cry baby!" Another kid shouted. Marion Sweeney Hall's lower lip quivered and his eyes welled up in anger. He wasn't a girl, just because he had that stupid name! His mother had been a film and musical buff and had chosen Marion for Marion Morrison, the actor John Wayne's real name, and Sweeney for Sweeney Todd, the main character of a musical.
Marion didn't accept being teased, so he pushed the girl, who had called him a cry baby. Soon they were fighting and rolling on the ground. Their classmates were supporting them by shouting: "Fight, fight!" The cries of encouragement and the fight stopped soon, when a teacher separated Marion and the girl. They were brought to the principal, who was displeased with the behavior of both. She lectured and suspended them. She also informed the legal guardians of the children. In Marion's case it was his grandmother Clyde B. C. Dahl. He called her Momma.

Marion felt sick. Momma was going to be so disappointed in him. Momma was tall, thin with black hair and cinnamon colored skin. She moved very graciously. Sometimes Marion thought she was a queen. Momma was his maternal grandmother.
Carita Dahl, Clyde's daughter, and Michael Hall were high school sweethearts and had been going steady for years. When she was twenty she got pregnant. Michael decided to do the right thing. They married before the baby bump showed. Michael and Carita hadn't lived together before. They realized soon their lifestyles were different and the pregnancy turned out to be a difficult one. Michael couldn't take the situation and left for good, leaving Carita to deal with it alone. Carita was glad her mother supported her. The experience made her bitter and when the chance came to move to Chicago for a better job, she was more than willing to forget she had a son.
Marion didn't remember much about his mother. She left him when he was a bit over two. Since then it had been only Momma and him. Momma took her responsibility to raise Marion serious. She made sure he knew how to behave and that he was able to go to a better school in downtown Phoenix. They weren't poor, but they weren't wealthy either. Momma and Marion lived in Sunnyside. It wasn't the best area to live in.

Momma wasn't too pleased she had to leave work and deal with her errant six year old grandson. Unlike others she didn't believe in walloping. It would be double standard and teach Marion the wrong lesson. Fighting violence with violence didn't make sense.
The issue had to be dealt with, though.
Momma had a quick chat with the principal and took Marion home. They had been quiet on the bus journey, each one hanging after their own thoughts.
"Why don't you change into something more comfortable?" Momma suggested, not unpleasant. She bustled in the kitchen, making Brazilian Lemonade - normally it was a Sunday treat. Momma thought it was a good idea to have a more relaxed atmosphere when talking with Marion about the incident at school. It would be difficult enough getting him talk.
When Marion returned, Momma invited him to take a seat at the kitchen table. "So, tell me what happened." Marion looked at her with big brown eyes, but didn't say anything. Momma filled the glasses with the lemonade. She thought she had given him enough time to answer. "Marion Sweeney, if you don't tell me what happened I have to believe what Mrs. Senter is telling me. If that's the case I would be very disappointed, because there wouldn't have been any reason for you attacking that girl." Marion looked down and mumbled: "You are going to be disappointed any way." "We will see." Encouraged by Momma's gentleness, he described what had happened, finishing with: "I'm sorry." "Oh, Marion! I can understand that the other kids hurt you and made you angry. I don't appreciate, though, that you choose to solve your issue with your fists. That's never good. What does our Lord, Jesus, say?" Momma didn't get an answer. She sighed. "Matthew 5:39 and Luke 6:27-6:29. Go, get the bible if you don't know and we read the verses together." Marion didn't give a lot what Jesus preached in his situation. Jesus was perfect anyways, while he was a little boy. Marion refused to cooperate and stared at the table. "Marion?" Momma could be very stern. Momma changed her tune, when Marion still didn't comply. "What's the matter with you, boy?! Have you swallowed your tongue?" Momma's voice was suddenly sharp. Marion shook his head. "Then answer me or get the book." Marion stood up and trudged to his grandmother's bedroom. The bible was lying on the bed stand. It was leather bound, old and well used. Momma studied it every night.
Marion returned. Momma motioned him to take a seat beside her. She had no problems finding the location of the text she was looking for. "Read that to me, please." The Gospel of Matthew was first. The language of the King James' Version was difficult, and it took Marion a few attempts to have it correct. He read: "But I say unto you, That ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also." Luke was a bit longer. "But I say unto you which hear, Love your enemies, do good to them which hate you,
Bless them that curse you, and pray for them which despitefully use you.
And unto him that smiteth thee on the one cheek offer also the other; and him that taketh away thy cloke forbid not to take thy coat also."
Momma explained to him what this all meant. Marion didn't agree. He and his grandmother had a heated argument about behavior. Since Momma was more powerful, Marion had to give in. He didn't know what he hated more: Apologizing to the girl he had fought with, having to spend the time he had been suspended with Mrs. Zorbas, a disliked neighbor (Her home reeked of cat urine and she was really old.), or to copy the verses they just had read and discussed 250 times in his nicest hand writing.
Momma had to go to work, but couldn't leave Marion alone at home, so she asked Mrs. Zorbas to look after Marion. She didn't like being indebted to Mrs. Zorbas.
The lines were punishment for loosing his temper and forgetting about "Christian" behavior as Momma liked to call it.
Marion knew this wasn't all, because Momma always punished him for causing trouble in school as well.
To his dismay Marion had to go to bed an hour earlier than usual for a whole month. He thought it was too hard and unfair, but kept quiet, because if he protested too much, Momma would extend the punishment and Marion wanted to avoid that at all costs.
Momma decided something else to make life a bit easier for Marion. "I want to discuss something else with you. Since you don't like your name, you can choose a nickname." Marion was unsure. "You can take your time, darling. When you have chosen, let me know."

For a while Marion called himself Mario, but since he didn't have any resemblance to what the Italian name implied, he dropped it. Marion was African American, very dark skinned and small for his age. Even as an adult Marion was smaller than most.
Sweeney was the next choice, but Marion wasn't happy with that either. It was still too feminine in his opinion.
As a teenager he found the final and perfect nick name. Marion was unobtrusive and blended into a crowd without getting noticed. Being unremarkable and inconspicuous had its advantages. Marion associated the color grey with those characteristics and took a philosophical look at life, having learned that the world was not black and white. There were many grey zones and that was how he chose his name. Whenever he introduced himself, he was Grey Hall.

©2013

Chastity and the Stair Master

So Chastity and Fin are  back for a new tryst. I hope you enjoy. :)

Chastity asked her lover Fin: "Do you wanna be my stair master?" She was horny again and had a special position in mind. The house where Fin currently resided had a stair case. "Hm, what ever that is..." Fin said, smiling. His voice was a bit husky. "Follow me and I'll show you." They went to the staircase. They kissed and caressed each other. Chastity's top went, revealing her balloon sized chest.
It never took Chastity long to get aroused, so soon she took Fin by the hand and led him up a few stairs. She knelt on one of the lower ranks and held on with one hand to the banister and the other on a higher step. Fin understood immediately. He got rid of his pants and underwear, throwing them carelessly to the floor. Then he placed his knees behind Chastity's legs, his feet were touching the lower stair. Fin didn't need to bother with Chastity's clothing. Her micro skirt was not in the way and she didn't wear anything underneath, so Fin entered her from behind and held onto her hips. He enjoyed dominating her. One of his hands went exploring her huge breasts. It was a turn on to play with the nipples and really having more than a handful. Fin bit lightly Chastity's earlobe, knowing it sent shivers down his lover's spine and drove her wild. She screamed: "Harder, faster!" Fin deliberately slowed down and nibbled more on Chastity's neck. She swore and groaned, trying with one hand to get hold of his hip. "Okay, okay, honey, I'm going to give it to you good." Holding back hadn't been easy for him, and now he sped things up. It didn't take long and both were climaxing.

©2013

The Counter, Dublin, Irleand

The Counter is an American chain. We knew where it was located on Suffolk Street and informed ourselves online at the chain's website and Tripadvisor. The menu was tantalizing and Tripadvisor reviews good, so we decided to give it a try.

After entering we were welcomed and brought to our table.

There is a long bar and some tables in the front with much more seating in the back. The restaurant is long instead of wide. The furniture was dark with green upholstery and a long bar.

There was a family beside us and some other couples further inside.

The lighting was what some would describe as romantic or sultry, but in our opinion it was slightly too dark. There were also flat screen TVs, broadcasting a Rugby game.

The tables were on the smaller side, which caused later on problems. They are also very close to each other, so we could easily overhear what the family discussed.

We love root beer, and Hank's is one of our favorites. Because it was on the menu, we ordered two bottles, the Taco Turkey and Grilled Chicken Burgers.
To our disappointment the waitress returned with two already opened bottles of Bundaberg Root Beer. I like it, but my better half is allergic to liquorice, so that was a problem.
We would have appreciated, if she would have told us before that there was no Hank's available and we would have chosen a different drink. We didn't like being told offhanded that Bundaberg and Hank's are the same. Obviously they are not. Hank's is from the US, Bundaberg from Australia. The ingredients aren't the same, and the taste is different.

The burgers arrived after a little wait. They were open faced and looked delicious. They smelled good too. My Grilled Chicken Burger was okay, but nothing to write home about. His Taco Turkey was tasteless. The portions were large, but didn't make full, so I believe we had eaten a lot of empty calories.

The desserts didn't tickle our fancy, so we skipped them and settled our bill of 26.40 Euro (ca. 34.50 USD) excluding tip.

Would we return? Probably not. Unfortunately our expectations weren't met, and the price seems to be high for what we received.

©2013