I am an artist, performer, writer and model. I had scheduled two holiday performances on the same weekend evening. The first a very smart restaurant so had to be quite demur. Whenever I'm on stage, I always get excited which means wet and horny. I had chosen a shortish black dress and displayed my legs as well as ample cleavage but that was it. I had to be m...
You can't pick your parents. Mine were bummers. My lot was to be treated like slave labor around the farm. As soon as I graduated from high school, I purchased an automobile so that I could drive to town, where I soon had two jobs, so that I would spend the least time possible on that damn farm. Dating was new to me. Until I got my own car, the only time th...
There are friends, good friend, really good friends and best friends. Best friends can be both the best thing in your life, or the worst, depending on the day and the circumstances. Today I think I'm going to move Brad to the latter category. I met Brad when we were both seventeen although it was more than a year and a half later before I knew his name. We...
All right, how do I begin? Oh, OK - you know those letters to Hustler about those anonymous guys who end up having hot, crazy sex with swimsuit models in the middle of the park? This isn't one of those stories. I don't know any swimsuit models, though I do feel a couple of my female friends would look great in a bikini. I also guess you could say what happe...
When you tell someone that you are a Photographer the subject sooner or later turns to "fine art" nudes. I use the little "" because no one wants to come out and say "Hey do you do glamour photography?" It's is always, "So, you must have done some fine art nudes in your time." It is in all of us, that curiosity of the naked figure. And finding someone who ju...
Chapter 3 - Feeding the fish Gary had said to Melanie that he had no plans to get another job. As far as he was concerned he was retired - after all he was nearly sixty. Occasionally he felt a little guilty about 'not contributing to society' but, to be fair, he had been working since he was seventeen. It seemed, however, the world was not going to leave hi...
My mother used to tell me, "Guys only want to go out with you for sex." I'm starting this story with my mother because I've received tons of emails about my Grand Prix stories, and several people - including 2 women I'm happy to say! - have asked about how I became so daring in showing off. Mum always was a sexy woman - still is, in fact. She has heaps of...
As a professional photographer, I've spent years building my business, and my reputation. I'm known to be totally professional, and highly proficient in my job. Recently, I was approached by a long time customer who was looking for someone to take some special pictures. She seemed embarrassed to even ask, so I offered her a cup of coffee while we talked. She...
Tom awoke shortly after noon. His head was pounding. As his eyes adjusted to the bright light streaming in from the window, he recognized the familiar surroundings of his apartment. "How did I get back here?" he thought. The last thing he recalled was doing shots of tequila with the sexy redhead he had met at Club Vlad. "Ava," he sighed, a smile creeping ont...
The line for my morning shift was always horrendous. As much as I hate my job, I am thankful to be able to see such a colorful slew of people. The 9-5 usual, the joggers and soccer mom's starting their big day with a hot cup of coffee, and even the business executives and wannabe high profile leeches that come and go, just to get a glimpse of someone "famous...