As we rode toward the buffalo hunting ground, I asked, "What's going to happen at the marriage ceremony?" "Well, usually the night before, you would go into a sweat lodge to try to have a vision. While you are in there, the vapors given off by many herbs and other plants will help you have your vision." I grunted skeptically, "That's just great – they're g...
Sherry was still wearing the tight black skirt. She hadn't taken it off when we fucked. She put on the red wig and was still playing being Mary Jane. I laughed when she put on the wig but didn't say anything. When we got out of bed, she walked over to her backpack, shuffled through it and pulled out a joint. "How's about you and me getting stoned?" she ask...
I hadn't gone out in over a month. My girlfriend of 3 years broke with me 6 weeks earlier and I hadn't taken it well. After other breakups, I had wanted to get out and meet people, to screw away the pain, but this one was different. I didn't want to eat, to talk to anyone, to function at all. Weeks passed and I wasted away in my bedroom, binge-watching net...
Nero let his eyes glide across the strippers, his beer slowly sweating in the warmth of the seedy bar. The extra creds in his pocket felt heavy... an illusion but one he was comfortable with. He was out for an afternoon's delight with a stripper. Now came the difficult selection process. This was his favorite bar. The Casbah. As sleazy strip clubs went, it...
When they first met it was lust at first sight! The first thing Ben had noticed about Lucy was her sparkling, hazel eyes and the way they creased up in the corners when she laughed, giving her an almost Chinese appearance. Lucy had been engrossed in a conversation with her best friend Grace. They hadn't seen each other in almost three years, insofar as Grace...
It has been several months since my latest divorce (my third) was final. It's a beautiful Saturday morning and I'm sitting on the back porch of my home in Walnut Creek savoring my first cigar of the day and a cup of Starbucks (Pike with cream). I always indulge myself in a Starbucks coffee and a cigar on Saturday morning. I have a golf date at my club up the...
After I cleaned up the mess in the bedroom left from a day of lovemaking with Sandy, I called Rachel. When there was no answer, I presumed she was still in Minneapolis. Nonetheless, I decided I would drop by the bookstore to see if she was there but not answering the phone. Then I could go around the corner to Wendover's Gallery to let them know my pictures...
The narrator of this is the same or similar to the one in my other 1970s stories, but it's set on a different time line. ***** McSorley's Old Ale House is one of the oldest taverns in New York City. Supposedly Abraham Lincoln stopped off there after making a 1860 campaign stop at the Cooper Union Institute just down the block. By October 1974 it had been i...
My first exposure to several long term sexual interests was through a married couple I rented a room from, decades ago in my mid-20s. A period involving a delightful process of discovery. Lisa was 15 years older, with long black hair and gorgeous heavy tits that were often braless. John had a variety of porn, revealed over a period of months, leading to a st...
Simon was definitely getting addicted to cock. This femboy needed it more and more! As usual, dressed as a total slut in painted on low rise jeans, skimpy light blue halter top, wearing gypsy bangles and barefoot with toe rings, his wind swept now brunette hair just wild, this barefoot boy was looking to play. He looked club slut cool. A sexy sluttish fem...