I first met “Wolf” three years ago at small downtown nightclub, where up-and-coming Rockabilly sensation, “Hee-Haw Hunnies”, was playing. That’s not his real name, of course. His driver’s license says “Keith Hendricks”, but all of his friends call him by his very descriptive nickname. Rick, a mutual friend, introduced us.
I smiled at him, when he kissed my hand, and offered to buy me a RootBeer.
My hand looked like a child’s next to his, and
“Vicki Lynn, are you up for a little adventure today?” my boyfriend Greg asked me.
“Of course,” I replied, lifting my head from Greg’s beautiful penis. “What did you have in mind?”
“I was thinking about taking you to a massage parlor.”
“A massage parlor, Greg? Those are for guys. Why would I want to go to one?”
“Well, to begin with, you would get a chance to be naked in front of a bunch of very horny guys.”
It had been over 6 months since John and Sue had first been introduced to the painful pleasures of caning by the fraudulent Dr Hay. Whilst they realised that his methods would not help their chances of conceiving their first child, they had found another dimension to their sex life. John very much enjoyed caning his wife, and Sue enjoyed the sex afterwards!
It was as Sue was sorting through the pile of mail on the hall floor one evening after returning home from work that she noticed a franked
I paused, and looked back down the track I had followed up the hill.
The Downs in high summer have a special quality. The sweet smell of bracken, the softness of the rolling hills, the cool and quiet of the patches of woodland, the hum of the insects in the hot sunshine and the tracks leading mysteriously away from the ridge path through the brilliant green of the tall bracken. They are places of beauty whatever the season but most especially in late July.
I had been walking steadily for most
Jeremy Bauer had just wrung the doorbell at his next door neighbor’s house. He’d been home from college for one day, and was eager to see his friend Steve. Jeremy’s mother told him that Steve had been home for about a week. He and Steve had been best friends since elementary school, but hadn’t seen each other since Christmas.
Steve’s mother, Ellen Jackson, opened the door, grinned at him and said, “Jeremy, it’s so good to see you.” She hugged him
Michael Richter sighed as he looked at his watch and realised he was home late, again. Alison would already be out at her fundraising thing, and the babysitter would be dressing their son Jonah, after his bath. He should have left work an hour earlier but the account manager had called him into her office just as he was leaving. Penelope was the best manager he’d ever had, and though she had a reputation for having high expectations, he figured she had every right to: she had built a
I’m 42 and bisexual. I met a guy in a chat room and we ended up doing the usual thing . . . chatting about sex, talking on the phone until we came and then hung up. However, over the past few weeks, our conversations have become more and more frequent.
Last night, we agreed to meet at a bar and have a few drinks, possibly even take this further if we both clicked. When I got to the bar, Dave was already waiting.
He looked just as he said he would. He’s 28, about 5’11”
IT HAD BEEN three months since he satisfied the urge. Viktor loved his girlfriend dearly, and he had been with her for nearly two years; but she had made it clear, the one time he’d attempted to bring it up, that she didn’t understand his needs, and thought he could manage without having them fulfilled. She was wrong.
So, he had been working on the girl in the coffee shop that he visited most mornings before he went into work. She seemed open to the idea of fooling around with
“Pick up your seating assignment at the front table, please,” said the young man in the white shirt and black slacks. The badge on his chest proclaimed his name to be Chad. Hazel was sure his nickname in high school was probably “Pizza Face” or something similar. The poor guy really needed a dermatologist, or one of those miracle creams they sell on television for severe acne. As Hazel approached the table, Chad smiled brightly at her.
“Very nice to see you again,
Sometimes a whole life can be changed by one event, one moment in time. This can be a death, a lottery prize, or in my case because my husband had fired a security guard.
Let me tell you a little of what my life was like, what happened and the start of my completely different and wonderful new life.
I was raised if a large Gulf Coast City of pretty well to do folks. My Mom was a society gal, always doing some ball or charity event. She had come from meager beginnings, Dad had the money in our