Faster Pussycat was a Lesbian theme pop-up bar in the South of Market area of San Francisco. Located on Howard Street, "The Cat" as it was sometimes referred to by its regulars was open one night a week in a club space that was primarily used under a different name. The club got its name (I believe) from an old cult B movie from 1965 of the same name. Frankl...
I had been trying to write a Great American novel for years but had only succeed in writing an episodic tale of a town, an episodic tale of a singer, and a convoluted science fiction story. My agents found online publishers for each but not print publishers. My agents were a lesbian couple that would kindly be described as colorful. I described them as batt...
During my last week long visit to the island I met Brenda, now 70 years of age, who sort of attached herself to me, maybe because of my own love for pee fun and my love for mature men and women. She is, as are many females who visit the island, a nymphomaniac, not only for straight sex, but also lesbian sex, anal, watersports of any kind and in fact, anythi...
I had been trying to write a Great American novel for years but had only succeed in writing an episodic tale of a town, an episodic tale of a singer, and a convoluted science fiction story. My agents found online publishers for each but not print publishers. My agents were a lesbian couple that would kindly be described as colorful. I described them as batt...
Chapter 35: Justine and Justine Justin was in line at the paint ball arena to check in his equipment when he saw the fine ass plastered with his blue volley. It was a very fine ass and he had shot him there on purpose and shot him again as he turned. Justin heard an "Arrrgh" before seeking shelter but he lasted just two more minutes before a girl got him i...
Samantha hitched up her skirt, squatted down by the side of the country road and waited. She was dying for a pee, but she was determined to wait until someone passed. Ideally it should be a cyclist; a car would pass so quickly the driver would only get a glimpse of what she was doing and if a pedestrian appeared she could not justify squatting in a pissing p...
I realize this story could land in any of a number of categories. I hope this choice doesn't offend you. Roger Waters: "There's someone in my head but it's not me." + + + It was just a few months ago, a normal weekend double header. My name is Brent and I play college baseball for a division I school. I'm a true junior, play center field, and bat clean-...
It was early September, and I'd just started a new evening class at our local college. The class wasn't large, but most of the others were men in their fifties and sixties, and a few women of similar age. Holly was the only exception, a young and attractive girl, who I noticed immediately. She was of average height, but with a rather narrow, boyish figure, a...
In the new year, when Diana returned to school for her second semester of her sophomore year at the school of nursing at the University of Michigan, she no longer had a lab partnership with Makayla Brown, who had become her best friend at school during the first semester. They were, though, able to maintain a weekly mid-week lunch date at the school's cafete...
By the end of the week, everyone else had already forgotten about and stopped talking about "the pee incident" or speculating about which weird guy on campus had done it, but I couldn't get it off my mind. The attention span for college gossip was short but for me, this was personal. At this point, I had made more than enough money at this webcam gig to buy...