The sounds of buzzing filled the room as Tony (Saul's personal barber and tattoo artist) sheared off a small remainder of my thick hair. Looking into the mirror, it wasn't half bad- actually, half of my head was shaved, and the hair that remained was tightly braided and dyed with purple, yellow and green highlights. I had on my dozen earrings on each ear, my...
She woke me at 5:00 AM with a kiss. "Sweetie, we have to go otherwise we are going to miss our flight." Not only was going to meet my parents for the first time; but apparently her parents were coming down to meet me. I was freaking out it was all those damn movies, were the dad doesn't approve of the person their daughters dating. Then they find a way to...
Jennifer sat in the coffee house, waiting. Her hands kept touching the cup in front of her or her hair - reflexively adjusting it, stealing glances at herself in the floor to ceiling window by her table. Men walked by with furtive glances. This was new. She got her share of attention – early thirties, slim, pale blue eyes, and shoulder length auburn hair jus...
The Saturday morning after Isabel's entrancing soul-to-soul talk with Martha, the she-devil was back in her neighborhood church. Deep purple silk shorts hugged her sloping latina ass. Her gray jersey pin-tucked shirt with the caftan neckline showed the full dip of her breasts. The hem of the shirt clung nicely to her hips, allowing most of her short shorts t...
It was a hot and humid summer night, just a week past my 28th birthday, and I was out drinking at a sports bar with Teddy, an old friend from high school who I hadn't seen in years. We'd recently reconnected through Facebook, and when business brought him to Baltimore, where I was living at the time, we made plans to meet up. So there we were, on neighborin...
I felt like I was goin' off the deep end, all stressed out and confused, so I thought I'd try going to a shrink. I stepped into her office and she had me lie down on the big, expensive-looking brown leather proverbial couch. She asked me to talk about whatever was on my mind so I began. 'Last night for instance, I had this dream.' 'What did you dream abo...
Summer in Maine was proving to be really hot. My new wife and I had lived here for several years - as long as we had been married. As I was on our patio reading the paper, I glanced at my wife as she planted flowers along our home. My loins stirred with desire, as I observed my wife wearing her skimpy shorts and tight t-shirt, exposing her beautiful brown bo...
The vibrating buzz on the coffee table jolted me upright out of garbled dreams and back onto the sofa. So much for silent mode. It was Gary again. Again with the cajoling to hit the bar. I thumbed a limp affirmative "k", rubbed at the dried-out contacts in my eyes, and steeled myself for the considerable effort of taking a shower, getting dressed, and actual...
Note to readers: This is not a story about wimpy husbands who sit back and eat the cream pies of their wife's lover or about forgiving blatant infidelity and living the rest of one's life as a cuckold in silent desperation. There are enough stories about such spineless morons who cry crocodile tears when they find out that their wife is an unfaithful slut an...
The phone was ringing insistently, although Claire was amazed that she could even hear it over the crying of her two small children. She was feeling rather frazzled - a typical Wednesday evening emotion for the parent of a two and a three year old. Alex, her husband, was out working in the yard. She finally made her way over to the newest source of noise - t...