Face it in this age of electronic wizardry there is not much call for portrait artists. Things were so bad for me I was ready to go do caricatures in the park to try to make my rent. You can imagine my jubilation when Mr. Audrey Van Pelth asked me to paint his daughter for her eighteenth birthday. Of course, I knew who the Van Pelths were everyone in town k...
Why does she have to do this so often? I might be a statue but I still have a life. Well all right its not much of a life, but its all I have and this woman impaling herself on me every day is distracting. Last night was a standard example. I was deep in thought, considering my chosen matter of the day, the weight of the world, and she broke into the museum...
I miss him. I long for him. Two months is a very long time to be without your husband, when you're both young and horny, and have only been a couple for two years. I miss the everyday talks; in bed, at the kitchen table, in front of the TV... I miss his smile, his voice, the naughty glimpse in his eyes right before he makes his move. I miss his warm skin aga...
For the first time in my life, I'm retired from sex and women. I'm done with sex. I've had it. I'm finished with women. Much like the one day at a time alcoholic with alcohol, who is on the wagon for seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months or years, too often he or she falls off and reverts right back to binge drinking. Although alcoholism is not cont...
I'm gay. I'm gay and I do not care who knows I am gay but I am gay with happiness, gay with excitement, and gay with the pleasure of him. I miss him when he is not with me. I miss him when I cannot have him but I have to work and he is never there with me when I am driving to and from work but I wish he was with me. I am so lonely without him. He blanks my t...
Fresh from his successful butt-banging of a fat chick (now dead from diabetes induced gangrene) Buttweasel set forth for pastures new. His son would have to fend for himself now - using the power of dance to gain the trust of the upper classes and his blow darts to kill them and steal their gold. What a life he was set to lead! Buttweasel had trekked wide a...
Anna lay curled on the shower flower, letting the scalding water pour over her. She was crying, waiting for the next man to come and take her. She didn't wait long. The door was thrown open and the water turned to ice cold. Anna jumped at the change, but only heard a chuckle. The water was turned off and she was pulled out of the tub by her hair. She crie...
Just your every day, run-of-the-mill trip into the big city. But I hadn't been home in months, and was just beaming sitting next to you in the truck. And with that outward radiance of happiness came the inevitable longing, lusting desire... Riding next to you, innocently lying my head in your lap, and almost dozing off to the rhythmic pull of your fingers t...
Disclaimer: Once again, this is a fantasy. I in no way endorse non-consensual sex or violence against women. If themes of bondage, degradation, and humiliation offend you, you may want to look elsewhere for your entertainment. However, if these appeal to you, then please, read on! ***** When Megan had finished relieving herself, she knelt in the gravel, he...
Seth Bean came from school the same time he always did. His mother noted that as she called out a welcome to him and listened to his heavy footfalls as he jogged up the stairs. She smiled. Seth was such a good boy; a godsend after the contentious divorce she'd had to endure. He would graduate this year, was a straight A student and loved to play basketball w...