My wife, Priya, has always been a slut at heart. She plays 'Ms. Goodie Two Shoes' when I talk about threesomes and swinging, claiming that she's not ready or that it's all too complicated, but recently, I've discovered that's a load of horse shit. And truth be told, I'm digging it. About goddamn time. Priya is a potter. Her true passion is ceramics and it's...
I finish the dishes and check my daughter is doing her homework -- who can tell? She's banging away on her laptop, thudda thudda music leaking from the headphones she's wearing. I make coffee and take it through to our bedroom. Louise, my wife, is sitting in bed talking on the phone, the TV on mute. She is listening more than talking. I put down the coffee a...
I was watching the ball game when the phone rang. "Hello," I mumbled, half annoyed at the interruption. "Daddy please come and get me," my daughter sobbed into the phone. "Where are you baby and where's your date?" "I'm at the hospital daddy. I've been raped!" "I'll be right there!" I shouted into the phone. I shot out the door like a rocket and head...
My best friend Karl and I grew up together. We've known each other since we were babies. Our mothers were best friends and they got married about the same time and spent all their time together, so I think we were even changed on the same table and took baths together. We did everything together, we had all the same interests. We discovered porn together (K...
Annadel looked down at the party invitation as she closed the door to her mailbox. Leave it to Simon and Saxon to wait until the last minute to send out their invitations. No way could she find a date by the end of the week. Probably couldn't find one even if I had more time. The last thing she wanted was to attend another Christmas party sans her plus one,...
Last week I took a friend to the airport. I had to get a special pass to take them to the departure gate. With no special place to go, I decided to sit among the crowds and read the newspaper. Just across the aisle from me was a very striking woman. She caught my eye because although she appeared to be in her mid 50s, she was fit and trim and dressed ver...
This story is a complete fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental and was not the intent of the author. There are no characters in this story that are under the age of eighteen. This is the continuation of a story that I started last year and sent in my last installment in February. I would recommend you read the first three...
We didn't work in the same department, but our paths crossed frequently. The sparks flew instantly the first time we met. Celia was a few years older than me, a drop dead gorgeous black lady who made me erect in my pants every time I saw her. Was it her eyes, or her smile, or the outline of her body under her dress? I could never tell. She oozed oomph and...
Based on a story told by a co-worker. He couldn't believe she was still angry two years later. Go figure. Hope you enjoy. Jb7 * Terry McAllister looked out the kitchen window to the house next door. He heaved a huge sigh, knowing that he had to visit her sooner rather than later. He had been home from college for two days and hadn't even called to let her...
The sun rose over Ontario, bathing Canada's most populous Province with its pale light. I rose with the sun, as I always did. It's a habit I had since my days in Florida. I grew up in the Little Haiti area of metropolitan Miami, the son of proud Haitian immigrants David and Marie Saintil, a corrections officer and a cab driver, respectively. My name is Jacqu...