"Jonnnn. I'm... feeling lonely," she purred quietly. Despite her efforts, I heard her little message and gave Jon a knowing look. My wife Julie smirked too. Cara was clearly not aware that we knew what this "code" of hers meant: she was horny. In the past, this little phrase resulted in Jon's swift disappearance from our voice chat server to take care of h...
Anna felt like he had just broken through a huge barrier, like he had been pushing on some invisible, infinitely stretchable fabric all his life and he had finally reached the other side. He saw things differently now. He saw his own prejudices toward many people that had touched his life, saw them now for what they were, not what he had perceived them to be...
She reads the ad one last time, nervously licking her parched lips. So this is what desperation breeds, an ad for sex. She hits the enter key and waits to see the confirmation code, logging back in she hits the, Yes I'm Sure button. It should read, Yes I'm Sure I Want to Meet a Lot of Crazy Men. She pours another glass of wine, maybe the empty bottle has a...
Not lonely, this week... Oh, how I had felt that day, too lonely and bored. Sitting on my favorite spot in the single bed flat we owned I was just thinking about the different possibilities of spending my time alone for the entire week. My cell phone rang and I came back to earth. It was my neighbor's daughter (had been my childhoods companion though slight...
"Girl, I found the perfect outfit for my date tonight," I said in a conversation with my sidekick, Lanie. "Well, don't hold back tell me about it!" She said. "I found a new leather store today. It has whips, straps, and a whole lot more. I saw this halter and had to have it. It's red with fringe hanging off the bottom. The front pulls together with string...
Jesse looked down at herself, sweat glistening on her perfect skin, her triple-d breasts bouncing up and down as her husband thrust himself into her. She couldn't have been happier. It had taken her a while to get used to him, but she loved her husband more than ever thought possible. While she didn't know if he returned the feeling, if he even could feel th...
Yes, these are desperate times. And, by tradition, they call for desperate measures. Right. College town (small city actually, and no, I am not going to tell you exactly where since there is now a "business model" to protect, and a market share to preserve. I'll just say that it is the US in northern latitudes, and we had a beastly winter, and the snow sta...
I awake early the next day to the sound of Matt singing in the shower. He’s singing Billy Joel’s “Keeping the Faith.” He sings off-key, but I rather enjoy the sound of his voice coming from my bathroom. I feel exhilarated. Overjoyed. It’s amazing what sex can do to you. I wrap myself in the duvet, which smells of him. I am so happy it’s indescribable. Last...
Valentine's Day or as any bartender in New York City call it, Fuck a Hot Lonely Chick Day, is the best day of the year for me and unfortunately, it only comes once a year. It's not only because of the prospect of getting laid, it's also because of the revenue generated from the sale of booze and food. People also tip well to impress their dates. I always ta...
Author's Note: Several authors are coming out with stories based on the various versions of "Maggie May" or "Maggie Mae." The story titles will be: "Maggie May - author's pseudonym" e.g. "Maggie May – Jake Rivers" The storyline might use any version or combinations of versions of the song. Some of the possibilities are by: Rod Stewart, John Lennon,...