1940s Stories

I was a young reporter for a newspaper in New York City, trying to find a story that would make my editor take notice of me. I was tired of writing about the city dump overflowing (how was that even news?) or the latest puppy adoption at the shelter. I looked at the latest assignment and cringed. I was supposed to go to an old folks' home and interview an old man who was a has-been B-list actor from the 1940s. It'd be a f...

San Francisco, October 31st. 1941. Just when it seemed that the night had been a waste of time, HE walked into the club. The hour was close to midnight as Lucy stubbed out her seventh cigarette of the evening and put her holder away in her clutch. He had a handsome enough face and looked to be about two hundred pounds, give or take. She had studied all the single men who had come and gone for the last three hours and had...

San Francisco, 1940. There was no question it was her. At first glance, I thought her to be no more than thirty-five, but the more I looked the more uncertain I was. One sure thing was that she was all woman. A woman who was glad to be female in every sense. This woman would never be seen in jeans or sweaters or flat heels. Only the most elegant outfits at all times would suffice. And the most feminine. She was just my ty...

My favorite uncle was my father’s younger brother, Henry D’Amato, or Uncle Hank as we called him. When I reached college age in the 1970s, he had a successful fruit wholesaling business in the Bronx Terminal Market. By then he had surpassed his own father, who had his store just down the block. Hank had two trucks and two “stores” or units, while my Grandpa Carmine only had one of each.During my school years he sometimes...

Edith gasped as Ralph entered her. They'd snuck away from the VE Day celebrations, behind the houses into the poppy field, sowed to commemorate the fallen of the last war. A Yank in uniform looked irresistibly handsome through beery eyes. Edith, recalled her brave betrothed, overseas.  Ralph's semen spurted. Her pussy clenched, a tidal wave of bliss drowned-out the nearby revelry. "You're a swell dame," he'd panted.  Virg...