Dear Dirty Diary, Brassy trumpets, thumping drums and crashing cymbals increasingly trespassed into the soundtrack of my most lushly sensual daydream. The brassy confusion of marching bands obliterated the wind's delicate whispering through tall pine trees as well as the plaintive cries of loons. My shimmering vision of sparkling blue waters surrounding our...
Author's note: RedhairedandFriendly and I had a wager on the Superbowl, the loser having to write a story pertaining to a scene the other person provided. I lost and Red requested I write about us meeting at the Chicago Lit-together. Unfortunately I am unable to attend. If I were able to make the gathering, I hope this story would be a part of the weekend....
I had a few guys over for a superbowl party or Monday Night Football and my loving wife Marie is wearing a tight t-shirt and like usual her nipples are hard. You're all flirting with her, one of the guys is this tall muscular black guy and he sounds like a smooth dude. Right before halftime they say someone needs to make a beer run, my wife says she's busy w...
It was the middle of January and things had been slow since New Years Eve. Joe didn't trust the remaining kids as much as Tommy and Bruce, so with them gone Sharon had not been getting as much sex. Which meant she was horny has hell when Joe called her on a Friday night from the Center and told her to dress up for dinner; they were going out. Nothing too sle...
By my third week of motherhood, I was feeling good enough to begin taking my baby on short walks. Bundled up in her stroller – it was the dead of a midwestern winter – she gurgled and cooed while we made our way to a nearby market or drugstore, and I was insanely proud of the fawning comments she got from passersby! I almost always wore pants those first few...
I have received the question, at times, about who should play characters in a film of my novel "A Pius Man." This got me thinking about adaptations. Given the last decade of novel-to-film movies, the question becomes more interesting. Looking at the slew of Harry Potter films, filmed comic books, etc, I find that Hollywood has obviously hired people who can...
Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Susan and my husband is Bill. We have been married for 24 years and have 2 kids that are almost grown now. We live in a some what smaller community in California, and have enjoyed the lifestyle here for about 15 years now. We love each other totally, and have enjoyed sharing that love with others on several occasion...
[NOTE: this story is a "chapter two" to "Threshold." Like the first installment, there is some actual story before all the heavy breathing. If you need instant gratification, this bit isn't for you. If you haven't read "Threshold," don't worry - it's not necessary to get this one, though there may be a few spoilers…] Rick's eyes popped open. Janie was still...
"I'm gonna love ya -- and treat ya right, I'm gonna love ya -- every day and every night." Like any self-respecting guy, I was standing at the beach bar, watching the girls gyrating to the band's rendition of a number of reggae classics. Jake and Jenna were about the only couple dancing. Most of the other guys were watching the Superbowl final in the hot...
Duncan Lipscomb looked at Wren Johnson sadly. He really wanted her to marry him one day, but he kept pissing her off. And she looked very annoyed now. Wren was reclining on the bed, gazing fixedly at her Ipad. "Wren, please." Duncan begged. Wren looked over at Duncan, cocking her head. God she looked so cute in that body stocking. It was worth every penny...