Author's Note: Last year, I searched online for an erotic pen pal. Jackpot! A married, young Asian hottie in Colorado replied to me: "Any interest in being a Christian Grey in a hot, kinky online email-only role play fantasy?" Yes! What follows is an ABSOLUTELY REAL exchange between me and this pretty, slender, long-haired beauty. It's in multiple parts. Me...
Introduction The Kirby-Jones Events Center was packed with a predominance of over-weight and under-exercised citizens eating and drinking excessively. There were exceptions of course - those skinny, thin-lipped people drinking mineral water whose smiles seemed not quite fulsome. Clearly this was a gathering of fat cats, a cynic would say, glancing at the...
"Gather round, ladies!" Gary's voice rang out across the car park and all the excited chatter began to die down. "We need to take some publicity pictures, so could you all take your bikes and stand in a semi-circle by the hedge over there? Our celebrity guest, Lance Clarke, is arriving shortly and he'll be joining the photo shoot too!" Louise's ears pricke...
Chapter 6 – Brian and the Skipper We made it back to Manly Cove with time to spare and I even managed to get my bra back on straight. We went to the upper deck again, but this time we weren't alone; there were a few couples already outside enjoying the summer evening and cuddling in the seats along the rail, so we separated into the toilets to tidy up...
Peter is a pervert who loves his artwork of painting nude women. Only, one day, after suffering a heart attack and confronting the reality of his imminent demise, during his road to recovery in intensive care in the hospital, he had the downtime to assess his life. That was when he grew a conscience. Coincidentally, with the beta blocker and other medicatio...
I love sex, but for the most part, I hate pornography. As a cinematic and literary genre, porno is to sex as the romance genre is to love. That is to say, each takes an amazingly complex subject and reduces it to a series of simple-minded cliches. Worse than this, pornography robs sex not only of its complexities, but also of its beauty. Porn is ugly. It ref...
3. Sabrina didn't know how long she had been sitting and staring at her as yet unmade up face in the mirror of her dressing room; it could have been five minutes, it could have been fifteen. Having her own dressing room and makeup artist slash stylist was a definite plus because she was sure that if she was sitting in the communal dressing room staring at h...
That's misleading. It should read: 'how to capture a song'. A song is not something you manufacture, it's something that happens, sort of like a little literary fart, seeping out at the most inopportune time. Your literary fart might bubble up while you're in the bath, or driving to work, or perhaps while waking up in the morning. You'll roll over, open your...
MARCH 2010 Comanche smoke signals of dust rise from an uneven dirt road, a half mile away. Beth's bouncing pickup emerges from the cloud, an arrow aimed at Jim Ed's southwest pasture barn. Beth and Jen stagger from the barn, loaded with gear. Jim Ed Andrews, III leans against his white crew cab pickup. He grins at the pony-tailed brunettes, who are irritat...
"May I have your attention please?" Ashley shouted into the microphone. She waited a few moments until the crowd began to settle and then looked behind her to see Olga and her boys make last minute adjustments to their ballet outfits as they stood patiently at the door of the tent. Having received a nod of the head from Olga that the dwarfs were ready to per...