In my younger days, Saturday Night was either date night or barhopping night. In either case my goal was to get laid. I was a good-looking guy and often succeeded. Tonight was a barhopping night. I left my place around ten, and stopped at a few of my favorite spots. I’d have a drink and if they were slow, I’d move on to another bar, and repeat that until I was ready to call it a night or found a woman to hook-up with. No...

Let’s face it some people are always horny. I’m one of them. Let’s get started… It was late in the morning one summer day, and I was driving around making sales calls and visiting customers. I had a few cups of coffee under my belt and suddenly had to take a leak. I was familiar with the area and knew there was no nearby gas stations, just a forest preserve, so I decided to stop there. I got out of my car, went into the r...

It was a beautiful summer afternoon and my girlfriend and I were heading back to her place after lunch. We also had a couple of drinks, so we were feeling good, but not drunk. When we got back to her place we intended to have each other for dessert. Here’s a little about us. We were both thirty-two years old and recently divorced. I met Becky through a friend of mine and we quickly hit it off. We were a perfect fit becaus...

I’d often stop for a few drinks at a trendy restaurant and lounge called, The Place. It was also the place to meet hot women and get laid. Their drinks were expensive and they had a strict dress code; that combo kept the place classy. It was Tuesday night and I worked until nine. I was twenty-eight at the time. Shortly after I walked in, I spotted this super hot woman sitting at the bar. She looked to be in her mid-thirti...

When I was twenty-four, I was a well-paid mechanic at a gas station. It was summer, and a great summer it was. Back then, we used to pump the gas, and needless to say, hot chicks wearing mini-skirts always drove away with squeaky-clean windows. Life was fantastic! This summer, a gorgeous young redhead often walked past the station. I couldn’t tell how old she was, but she was gorgeous. Her lips were rosy, and out of this...

This fictional story was written by Alex Foremen and shall not be copied or re-produced. When I was in my early twenties I drove a tow truck. For the most part it was a great gig, but some days were better than others. One cold snowy day I responded to a call from a guy who slid off the road and got his car stuck in the snow. This was common, just hook-it-up and pull-it-out. But this 40ish guy told me he was sick of drivi...