I'm a middle-aged straight guy, and a musician by profession. I've been lucky enough at this point to have had lots of wonderful as well as educational experiences in the areas of relationships, polyamory and sex, and I've heard many stories along the line of other people's experiences in these areas. I thought I'd share a few random insights, in case anyone...
The thing that I had nearly forgotten was that what I told my mother on the phone was only half a lie. I really did have a meeting with a guy from a gallery, just not that day, but the next- Saturday. Lucky for me it wasn't until two, so even though I has slept till noon, I had (barely) enough time to pull my hung over, sex rumpled self together and get my a...
CHAPTER-1: Merry, My Love Ziffy was making it hard for Tom to get dressed as she grabbed at his clothing as to strip him naked, once again. She even snatched up his shirt, and made him chase her to get it back. "C'mon, Ziffy," he scolded her, playfully, "give it!" "I'm a nymph... we're mischievous... it's what we do," she told him, as she surrendered the...
Mary Cummington did not want to give blowjobs to anyone. She and her boyfriend, Dick Cramden, just exchanged goodbyes over the phone early that night. She was too busy to see him and just was not in the mood to be with anyone that evening. That cold winter evening, she sat at her hard-wooden desk reading this month's issue of Feminism in America Magazine. Sh...
Chapter 5: The Pleasure Chest In the days that followed, Karen couldn't shake the memory of the insanely erotic scene she had witnessed in the locker room among the naked football players. The volcanic image of Fletcher's climax, rope after rope of creamy white semen spewing from that enormous black cock, kept replaying in her mind's eye like a nonstop sizz...
Promotion It was a sunny and pleasant day in downtown Chicago; the sun, high in the sky, was warming the busy streets of the city as Summer was just getting underway. Julia sat outside at a busy corner bistro, alone at a table, just off Michigan Avenue, across the street from the Art Institute. Lost in her own thoughts, she idly strummed her long red nails,...
The world was not always this way. Though few remember it, and even fewer choose to speak of it, there was a time when things were different. Before disease ravaged the land. Before the great feminization. Before the influx. Before the Femocracy. It was whispered that once white men had been just that: men. It was nearly impossible to believe, seeming more t...
Note to reader: Saffiya Daoud is 28-year old French-Moroccan psychologist and sexologist. A graduate of Sorbonne, she is third-generation descendent Moroccan immigrants. A slender, olive-skinned raven beauty, she is a head turner. A sexually liberal woman, who has a difficult relationship with her family, due to her left-wing views and choice in lifestyle. N...
Trust Fall Book One of The Trust Trilogy Tess Quince Chapter Six HE'S GONE. BEN SHEPPARD IS gone. Danny's side of the bed is empty. The house has a vacant quiet to it. I'm sad and a little angry until I see a note on my nightstand next to a glass of orange juice. It's a single piece of paper tented with a fold. Written on the side facing me is my name....
Thanks to Jane Urquhart for proofreading this. Attention: Most people will find the following transcripts of three of Dr. Homer Vargas's advice sessions extremely disturbing and offensive. No one without the direst need for help with these problems should be reading this. Children under 25 should GO AWAY! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Ask Dr. Vargas Greetings ag...