Drive Stories

A late night drive, what I need, a chance to embrace the speed, No cash or slips on the line, just me riding the redline An open road, just two lanes, leave behind the dulling pains Nothing near but trees and hills, it's time for some full speed thrills Let her growl, wake the V8, hammer down hard on the straight One hundred and thirty five, this is what I call a drive Corners coming, full of joys, tires soon to be smoke...

Looking at the head in my lap Moving all over as I drive The bad shape of the road Making the head move all over Looking at the head My mouth waters Looking into the passenger seat Looking at the buns Admire the big buns Thinking of the buns with the meat in betweenI feel so hungry for it The melons are so big Sitting in between the seats hard to change gears I wish I had a back seat I could take them in the back My two s...

When I first started using the forums I'd been on another site and someone used a term that's in this piece. When I first wrote it, I did it in Hallmarked poetry. But the words came thick and fast and soon I had too much. So I made it bigger. And bigger. Till eventually you have the story you see here. I've based it on a reporter telling the newbies what it was like "In de old days." It uses the vernacular of every black...

It was nothing fancy, just a brief reprieve from the distractions of everyday life. A little rendezvous just under two hours away, but it might have as well been across country. Buildings, landscape and people changed. We had both done a great deal of traveling in our time, and we love to be on the road. Music and pleasant conversation while en route between the CB radio broadcasting warnings of the presence of the Highwa...

Live or Die I noticed Alex on the last day of her senior year, I knew this would be a life changing day for her, I just had to wait for the events to occur. It was the day they were all waiting for; it had finally come. The last day of high school was among them and they were only 5 minutes away from walking out those doors for the last time as high school students. The clock ticked as each second went by when finally the...

Inspiration is twisted… I now have inspiration.Nicola from Almagretta. I had no idea Valetta had such a sound, almost as if she had been dumb a year and a half lingering in my room & once dragged to Italy. But tonight she blossomed… in another man’s hands. Nicola from Almagretta. His fingers caressed her and he knew what he was doing, me being the bitter man I am watched in vain. Quite like a man watching his wife get nai...