About once a week, my wife and I meet at home for a lunch-hour rendezvous. This is what my life has come to; twenty years with Brenda, two kids in middle school, both of us working, and it seems the only time that we have enough energy for a decent fuck is over the lunch hour. How sad is that? Like most men, I am good to go in the morning, but Brenda is us...
If you enjoy this story please revisit my previous series "Naughty High Class Mom pt. 1&2. under author hotteeat60. Continued from Chapter 4 Within two months of moving to Miami I became engaged to a guy I met in a very up scale club in Miami during spring break. I was introduced to him by a modeling friend. I learned that his name was Ken and that h...
Mike tossed the issue of Variety on the small table beside him and looked at his watch. It was an old issue he'd read before, anyway. The casting agent seemed to have forgotten their appointment. He glanced at the bored receptionist, wondering what he should do next, when the door to the office opened. "Mike..." A thin, middle-aged man glanced at the photo...
Greetings all; in my stories my characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows? This is sort of a haunted house meets, reincarnation story, where the house is occupied by a spirit rather than a ghost, with some voyeurism, romance, love, and friendship mixed in. ~ Mattie fell in love with the little white...
The bar was busier than Julianna expected. But then, the hotel was busier than usual this weekend -- there was some sort of artist convention and a wedding reception both being held in the hotel itself, not to mention the Bears had a big home game against the Dolphins the next day. From the entrance coming from the hotel lobby, she scanned the crowded bar....
NOTE: I've been a fan of George Tasker's pulpy, over-the-top styled stories. He's kindly given me permission to write a story set in one of his universes, using his Agent Hooter and Agent Slut characters. The gist of the below story came to me in a dream and I felt obliged to write it and flesh it out. But this quick two-parter isn't slowing me down from com...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the final chapter of "My Life is Different". It's the least erotic of all the stories I write for this website, and it's the one that generates the least amount of fan-mail. I've also pretty much run out of ideas for things for Buffy and Willow to do. Buffy the Vampire Slayer was once my favorite TV show, and I've enjoyed breathing som...
Junie had barely come to live with her new owners when ugly reality intruded on their idyllic world. Her search for a Master had caught the attention of a serial killer and she had barely escaped being his next victim. He was caught and facing trial; but now Junie had to testify. The whole idea of leaving her new home was more than she could bear to think ab...
After his basketball team's fifth straight win of the evening, at the Vulva Street YMCA. Apollo went over to the bleachers to distribute hugs, kisses and handshakes liberally to the Kama Sutra study group, from his spiritual center, 'The United Ministries of the Insatiable Holy Spirit', who had come to watch him play. When Apollo was done with his public ob...
Hello Doc, Well my spelling is brilliant and I make fantastic martinis. But I have brown eyes. Does that disqualify me? Anyway I'm the same as you, or at least looking for the same as you. I need to be able to click with someone emotionally, mentally as well as physically. But obviously physical is important so perhaps you'd like to see my pic -- password i...