I have to be honest, when I was in high school, I never got laid. I couldn't explain it. My buddies always were the one's at the parties, slipping off to the bedrooms with their girlfriends or some chicks they picked up. But not me. I was the guy that all guys hate to be...I was the "friend". I was the guy that all the girls could talk to about anything with...
My name is Jason Walden. Friends call me Jay. People say I kind of look like the actor/comedian Chris Rock. Whatever. I'm a tall, slim young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. These days, I attend Bridgewater State College, where I major in business administration. Life is okay these days. I just want to get my degree and get the fuck o...
Part I The shrill sound of a telephone ringing pierced the air. Katie, in the middle of rinsing her hair, cursed softly and grabbed the towel from a nearby rack. Making a half-hearted attempt at wrapping it around herself, she ran out of the bathroom and answered the phone. "Hello?" she said, breathlessly. "Why are you panting, baby?" Nick asked, sounding...
American readers may be inclined to think the following is a work of fiction, and if my wife ever reads it, I hope that she does, too. * Having landed in Frankfurt for a business meeting but having some hours to kill, I drove my rental car up the A5 north and east around the city to the nearby village of Burgholzhausen. At the edge of the village, between...
The key struggled with the lock and finally opened the door. Jim shut the door behind himself and sighed. There, on the mirror by the door, was a white envelope hanging crooked. He quickly glanced around the apartment and back at the mirror. “Just great.” Jim’s hand reached out as he walked past the mirror, and plucked the envelope. “What a perfect end to a...
I woke up slowly to the phone. Was it a dream? I stumbled to the phone, my mind still whirling. “Hello?” “Hey Sandy, what the fuck? I thought you were going to come down here and pick out a new costume?” It was the owner of the club I worked for. We were suppose to meet with a woman who sold erotic costumes. “I uh-“ My eyes fell on the piece of paper from...
I was totally fucked! During the past two weeks I had done things that were completely out of character for me. I had allowed myself to slide into living out my depraved sexual fantasies. It was the start of spring and Jane, my long time girlfriend, had left town to check into a health spa for a week of rest and relaxation. The source of Jane’s stressed out...
It's rainy, a little chilly, a weekend night. I am sitting here in our living room listening to this guy, Larry. Larry, my height, is about ten years younger but twenty pounds lighter. Sounds educated. I learn he is about to fuck my wife. He is droning on about girls in general. "It doesn't matter what age the girl is, eighteen or eighty. They all plan the...
All I really wanted to do was to take Donna back to my hotel, kiss every square inch of her skin and then fuck her senseless, and instead we were on our way to the most inane sounding art event in world history. "It's a double bill of 300 and 500 Days of Summer." I said, dumbfounded, repeating back to her what she'd just told me. "Yeah, my friend Evan has...
"What did you expect?" Tara whispered to herself as she looked around the club. Other than the huge St. Andrews Cross that stood in the center of the room and the spanking bench that was just to its left, it could be any night club, any place in the world. Of course, the walls were painted a dark red with black accents but the lamps scattered about provided...