AT THE BEGINNING: My wife recently completed training a sex surrogate. She works three nights each month and one Saturday each month. She alternates between two sex therapists' offices. Because I enjoy her dating other guys, I'm persistently hearing the stories from her sessions. She became interested in that profession upon spotting a small ad in a loc...
Author's notes: This is an adult story for consenting people over eighteen who will not be offended by it. It is pure fantasy. The events never happened. Not that I'm not wishing for something like this to happen, but I live in the real world. I would like to thank Wolf Vixen for her editing and comments that helped to make this a better story. All construct...
The bar was quite crowded and buzzing on this Friday night. Good looking men and women were engaging in the ritual flirting and chatting with strangers and friends. Janet was keeping an eye on the front door and saw her friend Sue enter and cast her gaze about the crowded room. When they made eye contact Janet waved her over to the booth she was occupying w...
John Carter was beginning to put two and two together. The day he drove past his wife's house...the wife he was currently separated from at her behest...and saw a familiar car in the driveway started his quest for the truth. The car belonged to Danica, a former student in his high school English class and a current student in his creative writing class at th...
My wife, Carleen, and I had escaped the dreary Ohio winter for a short weekend in South Beach. I needed to be in South Florida for work the following week, so we decided to make the most of it by hitting the Art Deco district for the weekend. We both love the vibe of South Beach - the great restaurants and bars, the sunshine and of course the people watching...
We slept late and never made it to the gym which is our regular Saturday morning thing. I awoke before Ellen and put up a pot of coffee. I quietly got dressed and slipped out to get some bagels as well as some supplies for the weekend. When I returned, Ellen was at the kitchen table drinking her brew. "Want a fresh bagel with the works?" "I'll split one wi...
Kelli walked in right on time. She had always been prompt from the day I first started shooting her almost 20 years ago when she stumbled into my studio in the French quarter and asked for some head shots for her portfolio. "I'm an actress," she said. "Or at least I wannabe. I need something really professional that I can show agents in New York. Can you d...
The Interview Project Part One: Dani "It's Not Love I'm Looking For..." - Dani My first choice was Dani, one of the regular customers at my store. We had recently bonded over a delightful three - hour conversation while I worked. She just loved to talk and even that initial conversation touched on sex more than a bit. When she subsequently stripped off he...
Author's note: This is my entry for the 2016 Lit Halloween contest. Please vote and leave comments if you have the time. All characters in this story are fictional, and all fictional characters are over eighteen years of age. No Papa Smurfs were harmed in this story (okay, maybe one or two, but not seriously) * Emily glanced at her phone. "Katie" the dis...
I've always hated going to the barber. Maybe it dates to some traumatic event in my childhood, like being dragged there screaming by my mother. Truthfully, I just don't know, I just know that all through my school years I hated going to the barber. After graduating I moved out of Sydney to start my first job. In my local corner store, I saw an ad on the com...