It was in my second year in college, I'm studying to be a history teacher, when my professor gave us the assignment. We were to do a full report on any one period in history. He gave us complete freedom to choose the time or event and plenty of time to complete it. He did however tell us to be as thorough as possible. Then he dropped the bomb. It was going...
The moment they stepped inside, their heart rates quickened. It happened to everyone who came here. The response was always pretty much the same, even for the hardcore faithful. Tyaja scanned the sunken expanse from her elevated position just inside the entrance. The place was nearly packed with young and early middle aged men and women of all backgrounds. K...
Diana has a son. A child. She's a mother... And suddenly, it all makes sense. The quick departures after class. Sharing so little information— never about family. Not to mention sex in the backseat of her car. Wow... Just wow... "Dante, honey, will you go set down all the spices we need? The tomato sauce is in the cabinet next to the fridge." When Diana ret...
One of my editors thinks this is the hottest stroke story he has every read. Another said it wasn't a stroke story—it was a stroke, stroke, stroke story. I think it may have taken a year to submit because it can be so slow typing with only one hand. Often tongue in cheek, this is an attempt to include as many sexual activities as I could think of, at least...
Chapter Two: Little Red Corvette [*A note of explanation. The name I prefer is Bob. Melissa however chooses to call me Robert and her slight Spanish lilt [it sounds more like Row-bert] is so sensual I wouldn't have her call me anything else. Also many of my relatives call me Bobby even though I'm 50 something. I still love them even the ones that voted for...
Lucy sits in her white linen dress trying not to squirm. She's almost ready to go out. Her buff-coloured high-heeled boots are being laced up her slender calves by her Mistress' maid, Nanette. Lucy has lifted her skirt for Mistress' pleasure, and she trembles to imagine the sight she must present: the split-crotch leather thong between her leg holding a trai...
Lyn looked away from the sick green background of the computer monitor. Still, she could sense the face in the screen looking back at her; mocking her. It scorned her for turning 45, for staying married to a man she didn’t love, and for having a job she couldn’t stand. The woman swiveled in her chair and was confronted by windows that reflected her short le...
Day three at Hedonism -- the adults only all inclusive that would become infamous for adult behavior and debauchery but hadn't yet when we booked the trip -- and we were really getting into the whole attitude of the place. We woke up with pounding hangovers and yet still managed to have energetic sex after downing a few aspirin. The combo of the analgesic an...
In our friend group, it's always my wife Katie that takes the lead in planning events. We used to wonder why we didn't get invited anywhere only to realize no one else was doing anything, certainly not doing the work it takes to organize and host events and parties. The moment Katie sends out a text message with a suggestion or plan, her phone lights up with...
Miami Beach, need I say more? Just the words alone evoke a million images from a million dreams. And I was about to live one of them. After the gig shooting "Sunshine Dreamer", we quickly landed another one. The Miami Beach Film Festival was going on and our work with Tigress had us on the guest list not only for their performance, but the festival itself....