"What did you expect?" Tara whispered to herself as she looked around the club. Other than the huge St. Andrews Cross that stood in the center of the room and the spanking bench that was just to its left, it could be any night club, any place in the world. Of course, the walls were painted a dark red with black accents but the lamps scattered about provided...
March 10th, 2006 Hello my sexy fans! I hope last issue was a real help to those who have been having trouble in the sack. We worked real hard on this month's tips column to be an even bigger help than last month, make sure you read it! Last month, we got a letter from "Slutty Student" in C.A. A few hours before we went to print, she sent me an email. She l...
At what point does a preference become a fetish? I met Stella at a party. She had arrived with the critic Darian Fellini. Back then, Fellini was one of the art world's big stars. His book -- All the Naked Women -- had just come out, and everyone was talking about it. Was it art criticism? Or was it pornography? As a 19-year-old art student, I didn't really...
I had a maid service business when I was a senior in college and met a woman from Amsterdam while I was cleaning her place one summer morning. I could hear someone in the shower when I knocked on the door, but a female voice said come in, so I did. She was talking to me from the bath, and then came on into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her. It wa...
Parker arrived to work early again the next day, enjoying a smoke in the parking lot as the sun started to rise. Maybe I'll make this a routine, she thought as she finished and smashed the butt with her shoe. As she walked to her classroom the butterflies in her stomach rose up. Today was the day she'd actually have to teach and not just give the same introd...
It seemed to be just another boring day. Or, it had seemed that way to Pat when he'd first gotten up. But that was before things changed. Quickly. The way they do in a movie or something, not like they ever had for him or anyone that he'd known. And it had all began with a phone call. He'd almost ignored it. The bell was shrill, and someone had left the vol...
I knew it was a bad idea, us both going to the same place, you with your work colleges, me just out with the girls. Both in the same bar we act like we don't know each other but I can feel your eyes watching me all night. I flirt with other guys knowing it will make your blood hot; I've always loved you a little mad. I let them put there arms around me, know...
Chloe worked at the drug store on the corner, selling painkillers to the happy geriatrics that lived in the home nearby. She wasn't perfect, at least by her own standards. Her hips were a little too round, her tummy pooched out like Buddhas', and her thick, stocky legs were designed for running across vast Scottish moors, hurdling sheep and the like. She alw...
For all of you lonely travelers. Thank you for reading. This story is inspired by real-world experiences. Here I was, sitting on a terrace on the third floor of my Airbnb's host apartment in Switzerland. She helped me pour my third glass of wine-Amy-my 37 year old smiling Airbnb host from Scotland with whom I would stay with for the next twelve days. As w...
I must have done it to myself no less than 30 times during the week following the incident. My friend Mary had insisted that I help her shave her privates so she could wear her new bikini to the beach for Spring Break. Well, my Daddy taught me to never turn down a lady so I did it, even though my heart was in my throat and my face was flushed the whole tim...