After that night with Sue I was mixed up inside. Torn between wanting her back in my life full time and still angry over her having cheated on me. I spent the next week plotting my revenge on Bill, and working extra hard at my job too. One night, after not having seen or talked to Sue all week, I arrived at my apartment to find Sue standing by the front doo...
Let me start by saying that I am always willing to step up and admit when I've made a mistake. I also hate being wrong so I have a tendency to avoid situations where those words "I was wrong" would have to escape my mouth. That said, the phrase "This is stupid," kind of became my mantra as my minivan sped along the nearly deserted roads to the lake. It was t...
Despite the usual collage of the beautiful fucking bodies slow-motioning to sensuous music on the warm huge screens above the dining hall and the open bar compliments of the Friday night Sex Writers' Symposium, I distractedly thumb through my still-stained notes, looking back through the last week's entries, trying to jumpstart my script thoughts. When I re...
(This is the sequel to "Roger that, Scotsquatch" subtitled "The Man Who Thought he was Woman, 'er I mean Ape") Several months after our initial encounter with Roger the Scotsquatch, Caitlin and I decided it was time for a return trip to the woods. It wasn't just about the sex. We developed a strategic business plan to become rich and famous. Caitlin, quite...
To my Ex: if you are out there, this one's for you. This submission is a little fiction and a lot of fact. It is a vicious, cheating wife story about a woman who believed false evidence presented by another woman who had her own agenda, which included destroying a marriage. If only you would have talked to me. In this, you are Senna's victim, but in this sto...
"Take Lunch" Two years of Community College Musical Theatre and an introduction through her uncle's neighbor had landed Suzy where she was. And she guessed that there were worse places to be. With that thought, she smiled from ear to ear and 'brightened' her eyes as she began kicking her white sneakers joyfully to the rhythm of the same piece of music that...
She was my sorority sister and I loved her more than my own sister, and her self confidence was gone, the spark that lit up every room she entered was out. "He raped me." And there wasn't a damn thing she was able to do about it. In the end it was a "He said, she said" court battle and without hard evidence the presumption of innocence, his very good lawye...
"It ain't over till it's over.'' - Yogi Berra Sharon said she wanted to meet so we could have "closure." I had no idea what there was left to accomplish after we had already met four times to get "closure." No matter how many times we met, I would never get closure. I agreed just to be near her again, but I loathed myself and my love for her. So far, ever...
~~Natasha~~ In the end, she couldn't ask Matt and Art to listen to her. When push came to shove, when rubber hit the road, she was so swept up in the moment that she was reduced to a whimpering set of legs and a river of juices in minutes. But she was going to give herself an A for effort anyway. She smiled to herself as she washed Matt's body in the tub....
I awoke the next morning in the guest bedroom. At some point Monique and I had moved there from the sofa. Monique wasn't in bed, and wasn't in the rest of the apartment either. I guessed she and Victor left earlier. Monique had been incredible. Her body was amazing, and so was her technique. She knew just want to do and when to do it to heighten my exciteme...