BEFORE CHARLOTTE As long as Walt could remember he had been drawn to a shapely female bottom. I didn't have sex until I was 18 but I had hundreds of boners from just looking at the outline of curvy buttocks contained in skirts and slacks. I found myself watching TV hoping to get a look at an actress's derriere. Even during commercials, I checked out a curvy...
Snow in New Orleans. It figured. The first time in ages I had a conference somewhere interesting and the weather had to crap out. OK, it was February. But this was New Orleans. It wasn't supposed to snow here. Not that the residents seemed to notice. The street carnival atmosphere prevailed despite the cold, with a lot of skin exposed in a way that gave the...
In April 1978, the premier magazine of apartment house wrestling ran a spread on a phenomenal match between a beautiful, sleepy-eyed, French seductress named Gaby and a blonde, American beauty, oh-so-appropriately named Angel—what a piece of heaven. That spring these two beauties exploded in one of the most erotically charged matches I'd seen in a long time,...
A short little tale of caution, of the trials and tribulations of a small businessman. How for the sole trader, working on his own, unexpected events can wreck your schedule. Enjoy my little tale but beware! Beware that one day this could happen in a garage near you. ++++++++++++++ "Ello!" She was French. Not the car you understand but the driver. T...
Prior to meeting Stephen Aumont, Helene Tremblay would have never entertained the idea of dating a black man. Most of the ones she knew at Algonquin College liked to act like thugs, thinking such behavior impresses women, and she didn't like that at all. Helene's reservations about dating the young black men that she saw at her school were well-founded. Of c...
Rene retired to his room, a ramshackle structure roofed over with asbestos sheets. He was preparing to stretch himself on the cot when he heard the sound of someone sluicing water into a tub in the next room. The room next was apparently the bathroom, and the plywood partition that separated the rooms was full of cracks and holes. Rene looked through some of...
March 28th - Another Visit To The Swinger Club. It's been a month since our last orgy which was my birthday party. The sex in between was basically with Vanessa and John having me joining in three times a week. It's pretty enjoyable sex but rather vanilla. Hah! A bisexual threesome with anal is vanilla sex. How my life has changed!! Vanessa asks to go to...
That night started out as a run-of-the-mill party in a mock-tudor country pub. The girl in question, Patricia, was a farmer's daughter, fairly attractive with a whole gang of college friends and young farmers to make us a jovial atmosphere in the pub's spacious function suite. I was supposed to be going with my then-girlfriend, Michelle, who was an old scho...
She was my first lover, a good friend and an excellent teacher. She was also about 20 years older than me. She was our high school English teacher and yearbook adviser and I was a gawky, bookish, somewhat nerdy 18-year-old. It was the nerdy 1950s. She was divorced, no children and no great beauty, rather thin and bony, but she had a warm smile, a friendly at...
Man, I finally admit it to myself. I like Quebec women. They're arrogant, they're vain and wicked. Yet they're also unbelievably hot. My name is Samuel Marc Antoine. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent who recently moved to the City of Montreal in the Province of Quebec from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a United States Citizen but I speak s...