by Phillip Johnson Chapter Forty Three It was just after one thirty when they hit town, and Buck called Mitch and Layla as he waited at a stop light. "Hi Buck, where are you?" "About twelve minutes from your house." "Really? Then come over, Mitch will be back any minute and the iced tea is made." "We need something a little stronger than that." "Mar...
I managed to park as close to the gymnasium as I possibly could but I still had to walk bare-legged some distance in broad daylight. Needless to say I received a few awkward glances from a couple of passerby's but nothing as lingering as I would have gotten if I were walking around naked. I was grateful that the tacky silk shirt I was wearing at least had a...
Bridget and I were holding hands as we walked towards the gymnasium. I kept frowning with a red face but I was secretly happy that Bridget was so intimate with me. My primary concern was all the attention we were getting. Fortunately, as it has recently come to my attention, not many people recognize me as the stern professor without my glasses; which were l...
It shouldn't have surprised Whitney to find out that Lieutenant Dallas and Roarke left the Radio City Theater after dismantling the last bomb, both of them leaving via a limo owned by Roarke without much glance at her NYPSD comrades, but it was surprising that the Ghost Organization were claiming jurisdiction over the Cassandra case. It weighed on his mind s...
It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. The Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top film star. The Theatre Comp...
My wife Daisy and I are portrait painters. Usually, when I tell people that, I get a puzzled expression. Fact is, rich people still get their mugs immortalized in oil on canvas. The Cordells, in Texas, were a good example. Four generations of Cordells had their portraits painted and hung in the main house at the ranch. Daisy and I got the commission to pain...
She felt the hands on her first, dragging her up. She knew it wasn't Matt, he had left after they'd made love, not willing to risk being seen leaving her house in the morning while things were still unsettled. He had woken her up to explain this. She'd have rather he let her sleep. It was a blessing, it turned out, because she put on pajamas when he left bef...
It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. Chapter Five : Black on Blonde - Welcome exchanges During the telling of the host's story, Emma had...
Chapter 1 The Emerging Issue The morning dawned grey and gloomy. I heard Carol moving around getting ready for work at 6 and tried to sleep a little longer on a pillow that now seemed too hard and uncomfortable. I could not get back to sleep. Defeated, I brushed my teeth, looked at myself in the mirror, bleary eyed from a night of tossing and turning, an...
Good Erotica During the early 1970s, what generally is called "oral sex" became legitimate; Americans simply voted with their feet and decided that fellation and its depiction on-screen are respectable. No doubt, this reversal was years in the making and had multiple causes; but the proximal cause was "The Devil In Miss Jones." In 1973, the year of its r...