For reasons I don't understand myself, I like to write stories like the one I recently submitted about Ashley in Barcelona. My real quirks are more about voyeurism and exhibitionism (have you ever been to the Power Exchange in San Francisco?), but those seem to make for less interesting stories. The profile picture is from a nude beach on Lake Tahoe.
Interests I used to enjoy the adult Yahoo chat rooms from time to time, when my wife was off traveling on business. I could share pictures and fantasies, good fun. Since that stopped, I haven't found another site that works as well.
Since life isn't all sex and masturbating (I'm 90% sure), I also enjoy reading and Stand Up Paddle Boarding. I like to share champagne (California sparkling wine for purists) with friends.
I like to travel - I've been to 48 states in the US and five continents. A trip earlier this year took me from Barcelona to Venice, by way of following the coast. Next year's trip will be to Maui to watch whales.
I enjoy sailing, but only do it haphazardly. Two years ago I sailed with two friends from San Diego to Cabo San Lucas.
Favorite Books This is an impossible question, but Shogun is the book I most often recommend to people.
Favorite Authors Another impossible question. I've lately been reading more Paul Theroux, but when I don't want to think as hard, I'll read Robert Parker or Robert Crais or Lee Child or Jeffrey Deaver.
That said, half of what I read is non-fiction.
Favorite Movies The Matrix (just the first one). The Bourne movies. Chicago. Do porn clips on Tumblr count?
Favorite Music There are a lot of answers to this, but what I listen to when I go to sleep is a loop of ocean waves - no seagulls, nothing else, just the ocean.
It's Ashley's turn to describe sex with her dad, this time as part of a threesome.
'So now I’m chick bait,' Ashley thought. I was wandering around the neighborhood. On our fourth and next-to-last day in Paris, I knew the area pretty well. I reveled in some time alone and the sense of almost being French. On the other hand, I didn’t much...
