Will Tammy's sexcapades truly make her happy? * "You're an interestin' one," the guard said, leading Tammy down the corridors of the prison complex. "So what you mixed with?" "Blasian," Tammy replied, almost in a mumble. "Well I'll be," the guard smiled. "Niggasian?" He stopped Tammy and pushed her against the wall. "Strip bitch!" Tammy was frozen as...
I stand naked before the long mirror. I see long legs and flat stomach and firm breasts and I know that, at the age of 34, I am still desirable. I have an assignation in 40 minutes. I think the man will be pleased with what he sees. My working day is spent in the town library. I give out information, offer opinions, place books on shelves, stamp return date...
There she was, sitting on the living room floor completely naked, coming down from two, maybe three incredible orgasms that James, this wonderful man, had created in her using just his hands, fingers, and fingertips. She would never have thought any other person could simply touch her with their hands and make her feel so incredibly satisfied. Now she want...
Recently, I learned that Sammy, whom I had coached in baseball back when he was a boy of 14, had died in 1998 of AIDS. He apparently contracted HIV when he and his wife were having problems and had separated for a while. Thankfully, neither she nor his children became infected. Following is one of the many Sammy stories that I tell, but the one that always...
Dr. Barry Smart, a handsome 49-year-old brunet with a slight gut, went into 'Le Strip' at around 11 pm on Saturday night. The owner of the Hamilton, Ontario strip club approached him as he, sulking, was looking for a place to sit. "So, trouble at home, eh?" the owner asked, having previously chatted with Barry on the phone. "Yeah," Barry said with a sigh....
Yep, another take on 'February Sucks.' I read the original when it was first posted and it was pretty much a "meh" experience. It seemed reconciliation was intended from the jump with nary a deviation along the way. Then, alternative versions started showing up - many taking a harder stance and a few going totally BTB. Some of the alternatives were good, som...
In the late seventies and early eighties I lived in what I called the freak capital of the world. The freak capital was, in my opinion, the triangle between Baltimore, MD., Washington, D.C. and Annapolis, MD. Let us get something straight. Freak was a street term, in my crowd, for women who enjoyed the shit out of sex and their sexuality. Freak was not a c...
Some things in life simply are so intimate that few of us are comfortable discussing such things; bodily functions in particular. Pussy farts chief among those taboo subjects. I clearly remember the first time I heard the term 'pussy fart.' I was a young exotic dancer, commonly called a stripper, but I prefer the old fashioned term of burlesque performer. Th...
It was many years ago, but I feel drawn today to put down the story of what was the most bizarre sexual experience of my life. My girlfriend shared a house with two or three others - most kept themselves to themselves, but one, a girl in her early twenties, was around more often than the others. Also, she was normally the one who answered the door or the ph...
In the medical world, it got called the Hormone-Oriented Sexual Transmutative Disease. The disease was transmittable through sexual activity and, as its symptoms and causes became more well-known, it got classified as an STD (Sexually Transmitted Disease) very quickly. Many people were fearful of the disease. They were never sure if they'd catch it, nor how...