This is not a Halloween story, although that is when it all started. It was Halloween and our friends were picking us up to go to a party. We hadn't known Mike and Beth long, six months maybe. My wife, Linda, worked with Beth at the Ramada. They were waitresses by day and three nights a week they were cocktail waitresses. They were a nice and attractive c...
We'd been married but three months. During that short time my wife, my new wife Jill, had hauled me around to at least fifty parties and nights out or so it seemed. When I say hauled me around, it was like I was a paid escort hired to drive her, buy her and her friends drinks. Get her coat, and watch her back while she flirted and danced and had a gay old ti...
My life took a real change as my confidence grew as Lisa, I spent more and more time dressing and occasionally popping down to the supermarket to grab a bottle of wine and check out the guys browsing not only the meat section but my long slender legs and stilettos as I wiggled round the store. This particular night I already knew I was going to try and pull...
Jack came home early from work (for him anyway), he said that he was having trouble concentrating on anything at work and wanted to be home to support me. I was too nervous to eat anything and Jack heated up some leftovers and I decided to take a long, leisurely soak in the bathtub with a glass of wine. As I sank into the hot water and drank a few sips of wi...
“Hi. I knew that you wouldn’t ring, after last week…I’m sorry too….I know…(laughter)….I was good-wasn’t I! (more giggling)…..I wasn’t THAT good!…. If you say so. (Laughter)..Yes, I’m wearing them…I suppose they might be a little bit wet…No! I’m not fingering myself! …. You know why! …In his office, working on that bloody computer…I wish that it was porn…(lau...
Seventy-four-year-old author Sandra Grant discusses her debut short-story collection, which focuses on the sex lives and intimate relationships of characters in their 60s and 70s. JOHN WAYNE, HOST: This is POINT NETWORK. I'm John Wayne. There are some graphic sex scenes in Sandra Grant's new collection of short stories, "Scary Old Sex." But they're mostl...
This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any real person or entity are entirely coincidental and unintended. ***** Within a month or so, Liz and I had more-or-less settled into our new home. We had also been welcomed to the small community and outed to our neighbors as nudists. (see A New Investigation). We soon resumed our running routine. Si...
Josh Anderson is trying to catch a trans-continental flight at 4:00 in the morning. He gets to the gate just behind a young woman who is also trying to catch the flight. The young woman appears to still be in her pajamas as she's in a plain white shirt and flannel pajama pants. They're hurrying down the jet bridge to catch the plane when all of a sudden the...
1986 -Descending Into Darkness The year began well enough. I became a full partner in the practice. In May, Leah and I went down to the city (Manhattan). A Museum of Sex was opening in midtown. To help launch it, the Guggenheim had a special exhibit of feminine undergarments from medieval times to the present. It was a mind-blowing exhibit. I was most fasci...
I had seen her at a stop light while driving around looking for a spot to eat. She drove a red Pontiac Sunfire, the convertible kind that no self-respecting man would be caught dead in. She was gorgeous, at least from what I saw from my elevated platform of the SUV I was driving. She was petite, her frame looked so slender but with just enough muscle to it...