I saw him leaning against the wall on Bourbon street. He was a pretty boy, young and insecure; I could tell by the way his eyes shifted around him and how he would nervously move his weight back and forth from one foot to another. He had positioned himself so that he...
JUNE "Do you fancy Maggie?" I asked my husband Pete as we lay in each others' arms after a rather nice half-hour of lovemaking. "Well yes, she's very attractive; do you?" "I do rather, and I fancy her husband Tony too, I wonder if we could get them interested in some...
Kirk, our sculpted star topman, fucked Gunner's mouth while Jon, a tanned, lithe surfer, pounded Gunner's ass. It was a staple scene in any porn. The diving board under them bounced with Jon's thrusts. Gunner's big hands gripped the sides of the board as if he were...
Eddie's asshole, slick with lube, fit nicely around Tyler's cock. Every muscle was constricted and tight, massaging Tyler's dick better than hands or mouth ever could. "You've got a nice asshole, you know that?" Eddie tried to reply, but couldn't get much past the...
"But, Lise, you promised you'd go to the Christmas party with me." "Darrel, that was before we broke up," I said. "I told everyone a month ago you'd be coming." "You should have found another date." "I haven't been well." Darrel sniffled. "Besides, you know I miss...
She has penny-red hair, my Tina, and freckles spilling tan confetti over milk-white skin. She is big-boned, thick, meaty, and muscular; it makes me want to bite her. And when I press my face into her neck, she smells like "Lucky Rabbit" candy; I salivate like a...
Pop rode from Oakland to Guam in my lap. I put my vintage green and yellow A's baseball cap over him so that people wouldn't notice the plain cardboard box with the gold embossed stamp, "Whiteside and Sons Funeral Directors." A dusty cobweb clung to the back corner of...
Tommy was the kind of guy all mothers want to see their daughters bring home. He was good natured, funny, and handsome. He gave up his seat on the bus for little old ladies. He carved turkey at the homeless shelter downtown every Thanksgiving. He sighed heavily every...
I rest my head on my forearm and stare up at the stars, wondering if anything out there in the heavens can compare to this. The campfire throws shadows on the canyon wall. I watch the darkly magnified pantomime of Billy's bent back and curly head bobbing between my...
Charlie Weyland had been to the offices of Blaine and Associates several times, but every time he entered their lobby, he felt like he'd gone to the wrong place. It just didn't look like a detective agency. The furniture looked too tasteful, the carpeting looked too...