I Am a Tough Cookie

Okay this is the way it is... much of the time I can let little offensive things roll right off of me. That is just an area I am continuing to grow and improve in.
That said.... I am very direct and say what I think. If you are thin...

Here I am again.  I'm having writer's block yet again just when I want to put down what I have been struggling with for years now.  It happened so often many times before.  I can't seem to choose...

This story I wrote down with many stops and starts, so my excuses for that from the start.  I don't think that I should try to put down my "first time" love story with too much care.  After all, love usually...

My story dates from the late 80's when I was still seeking my way through life. I was only 19, enormously shy, quite innocent and fresh out of a failed attempt at university. I know now that I had been wronged when the...

I  haven't shared this with many people, but I had my very first orgasm on a sheepskin rug.  Honestly.  One day a long time ago, alone at home I had myself a nice hot bath, a nice cold drink...

That's me.It's an approximation mind you, some might think it's more 60%, while others might say 20%...it's subjective I suppose. I like to think as sensitive as I am, I am at least that tough as well. I can and have dealt with a lot in...

This morning I read by pure accident a posting of a well established female EP member that disturbed me a lot. I didn't want to react directly to it but I decided to type a quick posting of my feelings here. I like to think that I'm a...

I think I am naturally a tough person and my ideas are just about as original as they can get. When I was little people would just tell me to wait and I'd understand when I was older or I'd grow out of it and I'd look at them like they...

I am far from being a tough cookie. I was under the impression as you got older you became tougher. Not with me its not. I am an old softy *don`t tell anyone* I can be the miserably old curmudgeon on the face of the planet and my...

It was the summer after I finished 8th grade. I had been cutting grass for neighbors all summer. Me, my trusty push-mower and a red gas can would go anywhere for 3 bucks.  On a hot June afternoon I was cutting the yard diagonally...