It was known as "The Club". No, not the contraption which saves your automobile from being stolen. Not a book of the week, panty of the month or basket of cheer club. Just "The Club". There were three members of The Club: William, Danny and me, Jonathan. Three teenagers who met it high school and then moved onto the local community college. We were buds,...
John Comes in for a Little Wine I passed John’s car on the interstate and, trying not to speed, hurried home. I parked the car across the street and ran into the darkened house. I turned on a floor lamp near the wall with the peephole, then a small reading lamp on one end table. I wanted the couch and the carpeted area in front of it well lighted. I then ru...
As somebody who loves shopping, especially for clothes, I'm no stranger to changing rooms. However, it might be one thing to undress in one located in a dress shop but it's quite another thing when that changing room is at back of a sex shop. You stand inside the tiny booth with me, leaning with your back to the door and watching while I remove all my clothe...
What I'm writing about happened on a Friday night this past March. My wife Nancy and I had moved from Colorado six months earlier and were getting into a new routine in California. I've entered a doctoral program at UC-Berkeley while she works across the bay in San Francisco. When I got home from the library that Friday at about 6:00 o'clock, Nancy gave me...
You are awoken by a knock on your door. Groggily, you drag yourself from the warm comfort of your bed and stumble over to the door. You squint through the peephole. You don't see anyone. "Son of a..." you mutter. Then it occurs to you that it might have been a package delivery. You weren't expecting any packages, but your neighbors' packages often...
Part 2 The Divorce Party The week was uneventful, except that Kim was actually nice to me. I don't know if she had softened because I had agreed to the party, as difficult as that would be for me, or because Andrea had talked her into it. They were considerate and quiet about their lovemaking, although that was a ruckus I actually missed. Friday came too qu...
The two weeks following Nancy's erotic video session were pretty uneventful. Nick (the large-dicked male model she posed with – see "My Wife's Night Class," chapters 1-8) called once, long distance and a little drunk, asking for date. She turned him down. In class the following two Wednesday nights, her handsome classmate John was overly attentive, so Nancy...
Winston's wrists were shackled to the wall above his head. He was naked, save for a pair of ill-fitting prison briefs, and the door of his tiny waiting cell was behind him. He wondered how long they would keep him in this repurposed broom cabinet before actually getting around to the sentencing, and, once he was sentenced, how the accommodations would change...
Dona Britt was a sexy mid-management Human Resource executive known for her quick wit, her grace, her style, and her impeccable dress. It was often joked that Dona had direct deposit to Nordstrom and Saks Fifth Avenue. She always came to work smartly dressed with all the appropriate jewelry. There was never a strand of hair out of place, her desk was spotl...
My parents married at a young age...too young. My dad was 17, and my mom was 16 when I was born. Shortly after I was born, they divorced, and my dad joined the Navy. My mom remarried a few years later, and I grew up with her and my stepfather, who had a drinking problem which grew worse over the years. Eventually, he started to beat on me, and when I became...