A KISS TO DIE FOR
A KISS TO DIE FOR by RICK HAYNES Kissing Cindy was an experience to relish. She’d always wrap her arms around me, before crushing her large boobs into my chest. But this would be the precursor to the main course. As the crushing continued, her strong perfume would intoxicate me making my breathing difficult, but did I care? Wearing a long dress of purest white silk and high heel shoes, she entered the main bedroom, blew me a kiss, and lay on the soft double bed. She beckoned
DOLLY
DOLLY by Rick Haynes It’s not often I shed a tear or three, but when our old dog, Buster passed away, I sat in my study and wept until I could cry no more. My wife felt the same but I guess more so, as, being at home, she walked him and looked after him more than I did. Memories were all we had then, well, apart from a few photographs displayed on the sideboard. As the months passed, we vowed we’d never have another pooch; it wouldn’t be the same, we always said. But our life
