Why hasn't dogging caught on in America? I look at web sites, read real life accounts of these lucky bitches in Brittan, and I can't believe there's not some park I can go to here, in Chicago. So I decided to create my own. But first: Last October, I decided to try craigslist. I started out answering ads. Posts in Casual Encounters seemed a little too d...
Amber felt flushed as the sudden burst of sunlight hit her tanned skin. She hated the summer. She longed for the cold season, where she could cuddle up with a blanket and a good book all night. Fastening a loose button to her blouse, she made her way into Dr. Sanders office. As she pushed the door open she smiled politely at the receptionist who was busy shu...
Bill Steam started pouring from the hood of my car. Just my luck the engine was hot again. I pulled over to the side of the country road I was on and opened the hood. Steam came rolling out at me at once. I kicked the front bumper. Damnit! I called my friend Ken, to see if he could help. "Hon, I'm at work and two hours to go. Let it cool and see if you ca...
A Chapter from "The Club on Dorado Cay" Our Story: Blonde, buxom, thirty-something Kim, about to spring a surprise divorce on her philandering lawyer husband, has been kidnapped by a white slaver and sold to The Club on Dorado Cay. A highly secret and exclusive establishment on a remote Caribbean island, The Club maintains a stable of captive women for the...
I had dressed in a simple teal sheath of a dress, tight around all the right places. I thought the color set off my brown skin marvelously, and I was rewarded by an appreciative whistle from Travis when I came downstairs. "Not bad...you clean up nice." "Thanks," I said, sardonically, but I was pleased. I knew he meant it. I had left my hair down, and the c...
The winter had been long. With the steel-gray days, swirling snow, and terrorism on the news, it had seemed endless. It was always a mistake to wish one's life away, to yearn for the next season and ignore the present, but the desire for warmer weather was quite understandable. Desire? Throughout the long winter months, Pippa had wished for a hard, long rai...
Poor white trash, that's what they called me. Left largely alone by an alcoholic mother and abandoned by my father, I had ample opportunity to run with the wrong crowd, even in small-town Kansas. The cops knew me, but I was a kid and hadn't yet done anything more than misdemeanors. I wasn't really angry at the world or anything like that. I was just young, d...
It's that time of the year again, when cold weather sinks in, and people start that old tradition of Christmas shopping. So many people stress out, not knowing what to buy, or who to buy for. And the fact that we are programmed that it is better to give, only adds to the stress. But not me, I enjoy giving, and even though I'm a college student on a tight bud...
"Do you want a cup of tea?" my wife asks. "Yes please." "Green?" "Of course." It's a bright and breezy Summer's day. I'm sitting at my writing desk by a window overlooking the garden, a scene quickly blurring into abstract velvety blocks of colour resembling a Rothko field painting as I turn my vision nostalgically inwards, idly reflecting upon the event...
Caught in the glitz and glow of his VR headset, Takafumi ignores the new weight climbing up his legs. Hips and thighs and more. Scooching cheek first right onto his lap. Takafumi grunts. More instinct than awareness. His body gives more a shit than he does. Flinching. Stiffening with alarm. Muscles contracting and constricting to the point he's gripped up th...