In the summer of 1983, my Dad drove me two days by car to western Massachusetts so I could interview for admission to College. As a Missouri girl who believed the northeast to be our modern Mecca of enlightenment, I was surprised by the lackluster hotels and restaurants we encountered there. The prophetic dullness of New England was nothing like the sizzling...
This is a true story about a woman who meant a lot to me many years ago. It was 1973, and I was a 24 year old Army enlisted man, stationed in central Germany. I thought at the time that I was really out of the action, sexually, but in recalling those days later, I've realized that there were lots of unique experiences with women on that German tour. Perhap...
"Hi there, sweetpea!" Arons voice says through her cell phone. "Hi there, to you too." Angie says. "So, I had this crazy dream. I dreamed that you were finally able to admit that you love Keith. You were telling me all about how the two of you were wildly in love with each other." "Mmm, yeah right!" She says, "Your 'dream' huh? I think that was this morni...
Don't let people fool you about the life of a musician on the road. The gigs are fun but the driving is hell! There is nothing quite like climbing into a van full of "the great unwashed" and traveling for hours to the next gig. Really -- nothing (unless, of course, sour, unwashed body smells are your particular fetish). However, middle age, a marriage -- and...
The best suite in the hotel; Le Chateau des Ange; a big beautiful room in pale peach, pink and cream lit by hundreds of candles, rose petals everywhere, and a balcony with open French doors with a big orange moon peeking through to see Collin pressing me up against a wall making out like teenagers who haven't fucked yet. Our hand roaming all over each other...
"It's been one long winter and today its 80 degrees and sunny, and Lisa hasn't been laid in a month. She is a 30 something female that's hitting her sexual prime, brown hair and eyes, 5'7" and a body that drives most guys wild. Her mind is constantly thinking of sex, and her pussy is constantly wet from lustful thoughts that just consume her. Lisa notices ou...
In the early 1970s, before pantyhose replaced stockings, I had a neat experience on a local commuter airline. Shortly after boarding one morning, I seated myself in an aisle seat where I knew I would have a nice view of the stewardesses. On this flight, there was one particularly beautiful stew--a Chinese woman in her mid-20s, about 5'7", trim, and slender l...
My wife Mandy drove just over eight thousand miles a year, mostly on short business trips to visit clients. Our detached villa in Surrey was not too far from the infernal M25 motorway that casts its noose around London. It was a nice place to live, but even a short car journey can take a long time on the M25. Mandy's coping mechanism for dealing with traffi...
It was such a cliché, she thought, to be there in the organic market exchanging glances with the younger man who was stocking the produce section with kale. The shelves were equipped with automatic misters that periodically sprayed the vegetables with a fog of cool water. She had come straight from the beach, from the amazing sight of her neighbors fucking o...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old...