Except for the small hand lettered sign on the door proclaiming "Nude Dancers," the Pumper Room looked more like a typical neighborhood workingman's bar than a strip joint. A few strokes of graffiti decorated the glass brick window, and a few more added a crude L to the name, making it PLUMPER ROOM--someone's idea of a joke. Ordinarily I pass up strip joint...
Author's Note: All sexual participants are over 18 years old. This is a work of fiction that I've written for fun. This work is intended for people 18 years of age and older. If you are reading this and are under 18, please go to another website or story. Chapter 1 is a story about a retired gentleman finding fun again after his wife tragically passed away...
*This is a work of Fiction. Feedback will be greatly appreciated. * "What time is the bus?" "Seven pm. See you at the terminal?" "OK." Sarah and I had this text conversation. Sarah is not my girlfriend. She is not just a friend either. She is my Friend With Benefits. Better understood as Fuck Buddy. We call it "Um-Friend." We were friends from college...
iv. It was eight o'clock in the evening and Ofelia was watching television with her brother and her Mom in the living room of their apartment. Dominga, Ofelia's Mom, was standing behind the couch, running a brush through her daughter's long dark hair, half paying attention to the television, half paying attention to Ofelia's hair. Manuel was sitting close...
Dating Dana After that weekend, Dana and I were inseparable, we could barely keep our hands off each other at work, I don't even think we did a very good job at hiding it. I did indeed see a different side to her, a naughtier, kinkier side. We fucked each other senseless for the next few weeks, in her bed, in her roommate's bed again, and all over at my pla...
My name is Rick Janison. I'm a private eye. Well, at least I try to be. I have a two-room walk up office in a down-at-the-heels neighborhood in LA. I carry a gun, not because I need one in my work, what there is of it, but because I feel a need to protect myself from the neighbors. I have a secretary named Sally who is a sweetheart—a slutty sweetheart, but...
Saturday, June 16th, 2012 It was 11 am of a sunny and glorious morning at a popular international Resort in Cancun, Mexico. My lovely wife Angela and I were enjoying the 2nd day of our 1 week vacation, and, recommended by a friend of us who suggested the place, we were not disappointed at first sight. A beautiful sandy beach and crystal water enchanted the...
It was Christmas Eve and my wife and I had moved away from all of our family due to my job. We were depressed over not having family around for the Holidays and decided to go out to have a few drinks at one of our favorite hangouts. My wife Jeannie and I got dressed and headed out about five to go eat and have a few drinks. We both were actually surprised...
I was born and raised in New York City. Lived here all my life – well, I went off to Berkeley for college, but I couldn't wait to get back. Things out in California just never seemed real, somehow. As for the Gotham-brand of unreality, I missed the worst of it, mostly. Too young for the disco-era gilded age, too poor (and in the wrong business) for Wolf of...
Sarah finally meets someone new on Valentine's Day. "Happy Valentine's Day, Sarah." "You're here," said Sarah sitting up in bed and flattening down her hair hoping to look more presentable. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and yawned. "I was just thinking about you." She was naked when she sat up, but she didn't care. The covers that fell from her should...