Cute Girls

She was screaming. She was yelping. She was howling with unabashed, unrestrained, almost agonised delight, her back arching and her hands clasping my head as I continued applying the fine art of cunnilingus even as she came. And she kept coming, because I gave her no rest or reprieve, until finally her cries were sufficiently coarse and ragged; I decided to spare her, and I let her wind down a little, her cries turning to gasps and her back returning to the bed.

“Oh my,” she finally said. “Oh boy, you are good at that.” (more…)

Surprisingly, I got a good nights sleep. It wasn’t that late, the booze made it easy to go under, and I slept the whole night through. I must say, the hardon I woke up with took an inordinately long time to go down so I could empty my bladder. I kept seeing Janet bump at me in the dining room, felt her tongue in my ear, and remembered her smell. And, In all candor, Tricia laying there with her pussy and tits jiggling also flitted through my mind.

So I was sitting in the dining room, sipping coffee, wondering whether to eat, when I saw Janet come hurrying in, looking around intently. When she saw me, she headed for me with fast, long steps, making the little cover up drift away, showing this white bikini underneath that made me suck in a breath. I rose to greet her, and she came around so she could press her hips against me. We kissed each other on the cheeks, but held it. She smelled great. (more…)

Moments of Clarity

It”s all in the details.

Sex is so many things and all too often it”s the big picture that steals the show. So often hear we ourselves say things like, “I got laid!” “Fantastic sex!” “He/she/they were amazing in bed!” True, no doubt. But lacking in detail.

For the minute details bear the weight of our memories and fantasies. Snippets of images, fragments of time, slivers of sensations. It is these that, for me, define the sex. It is these that linger and flash into my head at random moments. A feeling, a smell, a taste, a memory. I offer here a very abridged list: (more…)

“Author’s Note:

Well, this is it: the last chapter of Melvin’s saga (at least, for now). I’d like to thank everybody who has stuck with me as these things have more or less been fairly rough drafts from start to finish, and the grammar, structure, and language in some chapters send shivers of disgust through my gut. Thanks for being patient with me and thanks for your feedback, and I hope you’ve enjoyed at least some aspect of this little mini-series of mine…”

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Small droplets of rain pattered against the windshield of Melvin’s BMW: signs of the returning storm. Apparently, it still had some chaos to spread, unsatisfied by the drenching downpour it had unleashed earlier in the day. Rumbles of thunder gurgled overhead like an upset stomach preparing to unleash its bowels. (more…)

Dana and Charles had met online and decided after many months of steamy instant messaging and some hot phone calls they should meet, this is their story…..

Dana looks at herself once more before walking out the door, she’s staring at a woman in the mirror, a brighter version of herself. She sees eyes the color of the ocean in the Florida Keys, a blue-green that you don’t see anywhere else. She notices full lips and a small spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She frowns a bit as she takes in the two things she hates about her face, her high cheek bones and her eyebrows, never happy with her looks she sighs and says a quick prayer and heads out the door. She moves quickly down her steps and checks herself for any new pains. She laughs at her foolishness, she just celebrated her 40th birthday, no need to worry today over any new pains, they’ll still be there tomorrow. (more…)

Cold morning fog hung low in the air as I made my way out to deliver newspapers that January night. The time was about 2am and I was a little early. I sometimes regret ever taking on this business. The rising cost of fuel was killing me and my car was falling apart, but there was something that drew me to it. There was one incident in particular that occurred that made me thankful I ran this route. I’ll never forget it.

It happened about 2 weeks ago. When you’re delivering papers you kind of crawl inside yourself and become a little more observant to the world around you. It’s a completely mindless job so why wouldn’t you be keeping your brain active somewhere else. Anyway, close to the end of the route the hour is getting up on 4:30am. In the winter it is still pitch black outside and not many people are stirring about. I deliver to a little rural burg around this time. There is a house on a side road that meets the corner of the main road on which I drive. It is a simple place. It has an older part in the front with a new addition to the back, which added four rooms above a double car garage. A fairly bright light usually illuminates the room in the top right hand corner of this part of the house. When everything else is very dark it’s hard not to notice this seemingly out of place brightness. (more…)

Okay, so I was really really stoned the other night. You know, not just that “I just smoked a bowl and everything’s cool now” stoned, but that “holy shit, I am so happy! Where did the leprechaun come from??” stoned that you get after smoking some good, fresh Montreal weed. Great weed, that stuff just sticks to your fingers, got these nice little buds and the smell is just… it’s like pussy with that little tang of chlorophyll. Yeah, I was pretty stoned and at this point, in the kitchen, I was trying desparately to remember what I was supposed to be doing. (more…)

The redhead’s birthday was only 2 days away. Thinking back on the multinational sexual smorgasbord that she had treated him with for his birthday 2 months ago [see Chapter 34], he had arranged something extra special for her.

On her actual birthday they would be spending a quiet night alone with a romantic dinner after which he would present her with several gifts of jewelry, lingerie, and clothing. But tonight was simply about her pleasure. He had sent her out that afternoon to run errands that would keep her occupied while he set everything up around the house. (more…)

I received an email from a guy in Sweden who saw my personal bisexual ad in one of the gay sites and was coming to the US on an extended business trip and wanted to know where I was located. When I wrote him back, he said that he would be in town in about 2 weeks and would I be interested in getting together with him as he had something interesting to talk about. I confirmed the date he gave me and we blocked out a time to meet. He said he would email me when he arrived to let me know which hotel he would be staying at. (more…)

May 5th

I haven’t had sex in over a month. I’m getting desperate. I’ve even considered calling some of my old boyfriends. Luckily Erin was here to prevent that disaster. How pathetic can I get? I can’t believe I’m finishing up my four years of college and I haven’t found Mr. Right yet. When I was in high school I thought I’d be planning my wedding by now, not calling a thick eight inch piece of vibrating rubber “My hot date” on a Friday night.

At least I haven’t reduced myself to calling Jason, although sometimes his claim that it was just one mistake sounds plausible. What am I saying? “One time,” what a load of shit, I knew his rep before I started seeing him, Mr. “One Night Wonder.” Hell almost half of my sisters had slept with him. How foolish could I be? Never believe a guy when he says he’s going to change. (more…)