Author's note: I wrote the first story, The Fertility Therapist one night when I couldn't get to sleep. And posted it that same night. Upon re-reading I wasn't happy with it so I edited and rewrote it over the next month or so before reposting it. In the process of that re-write I started to wonder where Dr. Erik Shaun came from. Clearly he wasn't a normal...
Very slowly, mainly because of my knee, we walked through the house to her bedroom, which thankfully -- as it turned out -- was on the opposite side of the house from John's. I left my crutches in the living room, and leaned some -- okay, more than some -- on Susan as we walked down the hallway. Once inside, Susan closed -- and locked -- the door. She lit a...
There was an assortment of eclectic regulars at the coffeehouse I owned. The Hipster Café was in fact the hippest place in the East Village. Some would dare pronounce it the hippest place to down java in all of Manhattan. We had fun. Sure we worked hard, but it was always fun opening our stage to anybody who wanted to perform. Nobody who played there was eve...
Jan was the first woman I strayed with. I was 49 at the time, she was 48, and she proved to be a significant influence in my life. I wrote this piece a couple of years after we stopped seeing each other, once I'd got over her and could put things in perspective. I owe her a lot. Call it a mid-life crisis; I'm happily married to a wife I love, but her menopa...
A short story, no sex, just story. * What the fuck? What was going on? Why was she doing this? What was I going to do about it? Ever been there? I mean, have you ever been through what I was about to go through? Have you ever found out something so surprising, so unbelievable and so disturbing that you had no idea what to do about it? Well friends, neith...
Even nicer than I'd imagined, waking to Kat's warm little body snug in my arms was just such an incredible feeling, that I honestly couldn't think of a more perfect way to start the day than to have her wrapped around me like this. And when she stretched, uttering a happy little moan and reached around to cup my cheek in her hand and place a soft little good...
Every week I am sent to this particular hotel on an assignment. I have the room key already. I'm there to meet a mystery lover. He has given me specific instructions. I pull the curtains together to darken the room... I undress putting my skirt and blouse on a chair, leaving my stockings and high heels on as instructed.... I then kneel on a foot stool at the...
I went to a party with a bunch of friends and that was the last thing I remember. I woke up naked covered only by a sheet. I don't know how I got here, but I woke up in someone's apartment, somewhere. I don't know where I am. I don't know where my car is. I don't remember driving here. Where the Hell am I? "Hi handsome," she said walking in the bedroom wear...
I am writing this because ALI (READ ALI'S FIRST MODELING EXPERIENCE!) has constantly been nagging me to and I have read the beautiful comments from her story. Bobbi has also been telling me of the great response she has received from her most personal experience. * * * * * (BOBBI'S DAY OF FANTASY)! I have hesitated for many weeks about putting my story on...
I might be inaccurate in some of the details, but the story that I tell is one that comes to my dreams on many many nights, a memory of a wild time and of sacrifice. His name was John. Such a basic name. I thought that he was giving me a false name when we were talking online. That's all it was at first. Then, we had the bright idea to meet. We were just s...