I like women. I like looking at women. I like the way women smell. I like the way they look. I like the way they feel. I like being with women. In short, I like women. That said, when I see women dressed in shorts so short that their ass cheeks hang out, and I look, I am told that I should respect a woman for her mind. And heaven knows that when they wear...
"Will you sign my CD please? Please?" Jake turned around, arms full of groceries, and looked down into the eyes of the cutest little girl he had ever seen. That's what I get for not using a cart, he muttered to himself. He set his groceries down on the floor before getting on his knee to sign the old CD cover the little girl held out to him. There weren't m...
As the next few weeks went by, Traci and I enjoyed our Tuesdays. Each one seemed to open new doors in our individual sexualities. I studied her body, learning her erogenous zones, and how they shifted with her mood. She got progressively bolder with me, but at a much slower pace. I loved it when she would caress me and suck my nipples, and I yearned for the...
The Perth, Australia bar and grill was filled with American sailors and Marines -- they'd arrived a week ago and were to leave in two days. It was the fourth Thursday of November, and some of the troops looked bothered they were missing some American holiday called Thanksgiving. Something they wanted to spend in the States, not Perth. She didn't know why th...
"How'd it go?" "Fine. I didn't miss anybody and I didn't break any windows and I only had to retrieve one paper from a garden. It ain't rocket science, ya know." My friend Larry grinned and handed me a pair of pliers. It was the summer I turned nineteen. I was in the backyard of my folks home repairing my little sister's bicycle. I'd just started my new te...
She came over wearing these form-fitting, tight "Fuck Me" jeans and a midriff V-neck shirt showing off her cleavage and tummy, her glasses and a ponytail. We had a couple drinks and made some small talk in the living room and finally I asked, "So... What'd you come over for again?" She gave me a shy smile and said, "I just wanted to see you," with a twin...
As Emily walked out of her bed room she found Tom standing there waiting for her in the hallway with a look of disappointment. "What's wrong?" she asked. "You're going dressed like that?" he replied. "I see nothing wrong with what I'm wearing." Emily was wearing a navy blue blouse with the top two buttons undone, a black skirt that went down to just belo...
Always one to watch pretty women, Tom Ranger began to focus on them with growing interest around the time he turned fifty, with sexual activity at home on the downhill run. Mary was piling on weight, the blubber making her less agile and a little wheezy. More often than not those undesirable traits encouraged her to be 'asleep' when Tom came to bed and to ri...
The letter was waiting for me when I got home. She had left it for me in the one place she knew I would certainly find it: Taped to a beer bottle in the fridge. So, I grabbed the beer, tore off the letter, opened the bottle and went into the living room to settle down in my easy chair and read what she had to say. "Oh, Baby," it started. "I am so embarras...
"Such delightful features, my dear and that little black dress is rather lovely," smiled one of the gentlemen at the table, as the dark haired Greek lady approached their corner of the restaurant. They turned their heads to watch her cross the floor, smiling to see that she was arriving at last, dressed in that lovely apparel, just as she said she would be...