How lucky can one be...So so lucky, first a parking right outside the door...A couple of steps and in I go... Wow what a store, not like any of the other dimly lit and sleezy looking stores, that I had been to before, that had never been cleaned in years...It was brightly lit, with merchandise that looked like they wanted to be sold, and best of all was the sales assistant that looked the part, a sexy looking lady with lo...

Charles and Jenna and I had met up on a previous occasion at pub not far from their home for a few drinks to see if there was any connection between the three of us... Charles or Charlie Boy as he was called by Jenna, was the quieter of the two, not a person for many words...There he sat sipping on his whisky, while Jenna and I spoke about what was on her bucket list which she would like to fulfill in her life...There we...

Living in Hillbrow in the eighties was extremely interesting... Anything and everything goes, one never knows what to expect...From vendors or hawkers knocking on you door, trying to palm off there goods on you, or people collection goods or money for any reason what so ever... Hustling in the pool saloons or been hustled for a beer was nothing new to me...There I was a few bob short for a few beers that evening, so off t...

Marcus and Theresa were known on the club scene...Party, party was there life from beginning to end... Marcus was a good ten to fifteen years younger than Theresa... Dressing up to kill was all Theresa liked doing... Although she was in her naughty forty's, she always wanted most men to think she was in her twenty's... Marcus enjoyed the lime light as well... Always wanted to be seen as the lady's man... Loved dressing to...

We have been friends for more than fifty years... From day one we were inseparable... We were like blood brothers, even my mother tried her best to keep us apart...Right through school and even into the army we were together...He was Bernard and I was Billy and were known as " The Naughty B'S..." Trouble was our middle name... After the army varsity split us apart for a few years...He remained in Pretoria and I went to st...

The days left in Cape Town were limited, my relocation to Pretoria was just around the corner or should I say just a few days away, with a weekend in between... Monday afternoon was the departure time... Off, off and away into air I was going to fly not sure when I was going to return... All I wanted to do was to say goodbye to my dear friend Marlene... Had not seen her since the night we had gone to the pub, " Forget Me...

Dining for two it was meant to be...There we sat Marlene opposite me... Sipping on our wine and munching on the food that Marlene had prepared... Smiling with every bite she took, I knew that something out of the ordinary was going to happen... That smile was always a smile of naughtiness...Smiling back at Marlene, I said, " Out with it, what is going through your mind..." As Marlene and I had been friends for many a year...

It all started as some sexy fun in the chatroom... Richard slowly became friends with the odd comment about my cam in the chatroom...There profile name was Naughty Rich Bitch... How naughty they were was anyone's guess...I was never quite sure who was in the chatroom, was it her or was it him or was it the two of them together... Who ever it was, was having fun...The comments on the open chat turned into private messages...

Wendy what are you doing to me...We met at a club one evening by chance, she was there with a partner and I was there on my own...Just wanting to listen to the music and have a relaxing evening...There I sat with a few other people I had met during a few earlier visits to the club... They were more like acquaintances than friends, we could chat but nothing more would ever happen... After the evening they would go there wa...

With 2020 behind us we can start enjoying life and have fun in the open again... The beaches were open again and nude tanning was on the cards for me and my friends again...Basking in the sun and best of all just having fun... The date, the time, and the venue was set by Raul...It was a weekday just past midday at a venue known to me, a beach known for its rocky area and wide-open spaces... Who was going to attend was any...

The night was not young anymore...But my bed was not calling me...The bright lights were still calling me...Down the street I rode, thinking what was it going to be.... Just another drink or a chat to pass the time before the curfew would be forcing everybody home... Into the parking area I drove, which seemed rather deserted but the Pub lights were still flashing, which seemed to be sending out a calling for me... Please...

The plane was late...There I was sitting sipping on my coffee in the coffee shop over looking the runway, when in came the plane to land, running along the runway, still thinking about the last time Angie and I were together, what fun it was...The passengers started to disembark, there I stared looking to see if I could recognize Angie...Off the plane she walked, down the stairway along the runway she walked, dressed in h...

She had been viewing my profile for a week or two... She kept looking at my pics and sometimes leaving a comment or two...And enjoyed my writings as well... Liking them and sending comments she wishes it was her and me...Reading through her profile, she seemed to be a rather interesting lady... Thinking would be nice to meet up with her...I sent her a message asking if she would like to meet over a cup of coffee to see if...

The eighty's were very much the Taboo Years...People lived in the closet and were very much afraid to let their friends and family know what they were up to in their private lives... Living and working in Hillbrow taught me quickly that people from Hillbrow were not very interested in how you lived and who your friends were... You did just as you wanted to... Your sex life was very much your own, they were not interested...

Mesmerized or Hypnotized not quite sure, there he stood at the stairway leading to the sea...The Halo of the moon was blinding, while the reflection on the sea was like a mirror, and the water rushing up the sand, there they stood the fishermen calf-deep in the waves...Their rods were straight in front of them, supported by their one hand and backend in the pouch tied around their waist...and there they stood as if they w...