"So, I was thinking," Sandy said. "You really could use a tattoo." I swiveled back across the table and tipped my Cervesa. "Oh, shit." I managed to grab the bottle before it emptied on the rattan table top. A little to mop up, I swabbed what I could and asked, "I'm sorry, what did you say?" "I would like you to get a tattoo," she replied. Her eyes were lik...
My insecurity continued to grow with each passing day during the next three weeks, as did the insecurities of the other 12 white husbands in our little condo community. Each day during the work week while the husbands worked, the young black stud had all of our wives hanging around him at his soon to be gym. The white wives continued assisting and preparin...
Andy sat on a plush sofa, nursing a Red Bull with vodka and watching the glass-caged go-go dancers dressed as fetish characters gyrate to the beat. The dance floor was far too crowded, and he wasn't quite far gone enough to enjoy dancing, unlike his other friends who were busy getting groovy, or whatever people called it, with the other Goths, at this freaki...
January 1st, 2017 The clock on the nighstand switched from a.m. to p.m. In the distance one could hear the church bells ring 12 times with a thunderous sound that was sure to wake up even the ones that partied hard last night. In a darkened room on the other end of the small city, a figure stirred in bed, forcefully awoken by the sound. The figure groaned an...
I got my first piece of body art my freshman year in college. A group of girls I hung out with decided it would be cool and fashion forward to get some ink. Kristina Aguilera was the "it" girl at the time, and I was a cute, petite blonde, so it was my mission in life to look as much like her as possible: tattoos and all. "We have to go somewhere reputable...
Twenty candles illuminate the room, and a soft bolero emanates from the speakers. I gaze into the near dark, his glistening contours barely visible in the mirror. I step closer. So does he. My eyes slowly adjust, and I see me, staring back. Blue green eyes drinking me in, a closed circuit of self lust. I step closer. Six feet of rock climber, six feet of swi...
Aileen walked in to the tiny shop on the corner. It was her 18th birthday and her virgin skin had begun to shudder in anticipation. The shop was simply named Tattoo, and inside there stood "the Creeper" a seemingly filthy man covered in Indian black ink that, with time fades to a forest green. Scraggily brown grey beard streaked with left over lunch and hair...
Afternoon sunlight leaks through closed curtains. She fights to stay awake, sinking into the recliner's supple leather, bare feet brushing the rug. Remote in hand snaps the widescreen television on. CNN's prim-voiced newscasters are a welcome break in the apartment's quiet. Luxurious and still, the empty rooms had been napping with her. In her state of exhau...
[Author's note: If you don't like cuckold stories where the husband, who fantasies about his wife with other men, is tortured by conflicting emotions of jealous and lust, then you'll hate this story.] * Jen checked her hair and makeup one last time in the mirror. As she touched up her lipstick, she saw the small plastic dispenser. Mentally kicking herself...
Sunday at eleven is the worst time to shop. Half the crowd is formal families on their way home from church, and the other half's composed of lazy bums who just woke up to empty refrigerators. Needless to say, I was in the second half. Still wearing the sweats I had slept in, I managed to put my hair in a ponytail, pee, and wash my face before leaving the...