Jill had been cutting my hair for about 2 years since I moved to Mountain View with my wife. I had gotten her name from a co-worker that had said his wife went there who then proceeded to give me shit about going to a hair salon for a hair cut when his barber was where all "the real men" went to have their hair cut. "If your haircut is what they produce ther...
*** College coeds, a black sports boy Quinton (pronounced Queenton), and his hispanic roommate Jose were enjoying college life with a lot of eye opening experiences were talking in their dorm, they were room mates. Jose said, "What is your next competition?" Quinton said, "800 meters." "Are you ready for it?" Jose was genuinely interested. "I think so,...
Note: The following is an "edge play" fantasy, which means things like infection and accidentally severed veins and arteries do not happen, and the characters magically heal just like they do in action films. NOT SSC and NOT intended as a description of BDSM lifestyle. ***** The door opened and Hugo looked up from the screen of his notebook, which display...
Everyone had gathered at Cory's house for beer and pizza after a long weekend of helping Cory rebuild his rotten old deck. Everyone was pretty well stuffed and the first cases of beer were long gone. Like usual, Cory was the centre of attention, and most of group had already commented on how surprised they were that Cory was still fully dressed and hadn't fl...
A couple of weeks ago I received a call from an old workmate and friend, Tony. Tony and I had worked together for a couple of years and although we hung out occasionally we never did get to be the best of friends that men sometimes achieve. One of the reasons was that my wife Jolene never did warm up to Tony, she said she felt he was always checking her out...
I knew going on this ski trip was a bad idea when the bus refused to start. My parents had bought me the holiday package as part of their Christmas present, but it was showing every sign of turning into the Ski Trip From Hell. Here I was, stuck in an old Greyhound on the top of the Coquihalla Highway with a busload full of drunks. Night was falling, it was s...
I go to a salon for a couple reasons. One, I'm not convinced I can get anything other than a great shave at a barber; two, I have nothing in common with the kind of men who go to a barber and three, I love being around women, especially in an environment which is primarily theirs. About two years ago, I changed where I get my hair cut. The reasons why I cha...
Sunlight streams through the window, coaxing my eyes into opening. Grimacing, I try stretching. My hands are tangled in the blankets, pinning me in place. My legs, too, are tangled, and I experience momentary panic. Claustrophobia, you know. My eyes ease open. I fell asleep with my glasses on again, dammit. As my eyes adjust to being open I notice several...
Frustrated once again by his wife's complete lack of interest in sex, Harry grabbed his car keys and rushed out of the house. It was a Saturday afternoon and he really had no idea what he wanted to do, he just had to get out. As he drove he thought perhaps he might go by a bar or something, perhaps have a few drinks. He let his mind wander, picturing a scen...
After my wife died, I continued with my life. I still went to the same places and talked to the same people. One day, as I got my hair cut, things got interesting. I always got my hair cut by a barber, Kerry, or his wife, Miranda, who together ran a unisex hair salon. Kerry always seemed a bit effeminate, but due to the sexiness of his wife, I just assumed...