July 28 Dear Shoeblossom: So today I was coming back from my business trip in Billings and on the highway home, I drove past a group of motorcycle guys, obvious patched bikers. I waved at one of them, and he waved back, and I pulled over, and he and the other bikers pulled up, probably quite pleased to note an attractive, curvy blonde waving them over. I...
Chapter Six Breakthrough! It was close to 1:00 in the morning, the same evening. It was late. Everyone was tired, but no one seemed ready to go to bed. Mary, Fletcher and Sorrel were all sitting in the living room. The television was on, but there wasn't much to watch, even with satellite TV. Fletcher had a pretty good home library, but as yet Sorrel knew...
"Okay, hold still." Besame grinned at Wilton, and leaned over and lightly touched the lit cigarette against Wilton's hard cock. Wilton tried desperately to hold still. God, she's so hot, with that spiky green hair, and the little T-shirt that looks like it's painted on. The burning ember grazed his penis, and Wilton bit his tongue to keep from screaming. B...
Prologue: The below narrative is obviously a continuation of Julie's Big Day, which I recommend reading first, although it isn't absolutely necessary. And please be advised the following documents a sex session between four mature bi-sexual women. If lesbian sex is not your "cup of tea" as the Brits like to say, it might be best to find something else to re...
Author's Note: I wrote this story to protest the way we treat fat people. Fat people have the same feelings as you and I do. Fat people just want to be accepted, and then left alone to live and love in peace. Think about this: the last time you worked out, was it somebody fat who screamed for you to "Go for the burn?" No, that was your hardbody personal trai...
Anne spent the next several days in a shocked stupor, just perfunctorily going through the motions of performing her job. In class she forgot the answers to the most basic of questions and neglected to collect assignments for three days running, which surely would have occasioned complaints except for the fact that she forgot to make them as well. She had lo...
A few years after we last did business, I cross paths with Melissa Hofstadter in the greeting card isle of CVS Pharmacy in Lutherville, a suburb just north of Baltimore City. Melissa was a mess of contradictions. At least that's the way I saw her when she was on my probation caseload for possession of something or other. She was the bad girl who'd cuss up...
This comes from a story I reworked, writing a different plotline under a different title. For those who believe in parallel universes, it could have gone this way also. A few years after we last did business, I cross paths with Melissa Hofstadter in the greeting card aisle of CVS Pharmacy in Lutherville, a suburb just north of Baltimore City. Melissa was...
The text came while I was watching the baseball all-star game, a glass of wine on the night stand next to the couch, my lab nuzzled up comfortably on my lap, snoring contentedly. It wasn't quite dark out, just shy of 9 PM on a sultry mid-July evening. "Would you come over and climb into bed with me?" I had a decision to make. It took me about a nanosecond....
Hey Fuckers My email is still fucking whacked. Can't seem to get that fixed. Yep. Another short chapter. Yep, still working on Chapter 8 of "What Kind of Man I Am, but I'm close to finishing. Yep, I need someone to fluff my sexual interludes. Yep. No editor besides myself. Beware! The Cast Alex- Husband Alyssa- The soon to be ex wife Lisa - Ex girl...