Leah and I walked out of the pub toward the lot where our vehicles were parked.  Open poetry night was over.  Leah is an amazing poet, at least I think so.  I’m not into the typical angry/hurt emo style, nor the Olde English wanna-be with its flowery prose and words with pronunciations altered so they rhyme.  Leah’s poetry is plain talk with cadence and some rhyming when it works into what she’s saying.  It’s almost exclu...

I met Angie at a hippie festival in southern Oregon.  She was part Native American, small, thin, with chakra tattoos on her wrists and back, and a colorful dragon tattoo wrapped around her right calf.  Whenever the music was playing, she was dancing.  I was there with several friends and she just came up out of the crowd and stretched out on our blanket with her head in my lap, looking up at me.  “Hi,” was all she said, t...

I’d gotten my forty hours in early on Friday and, since we were slow, overtime wasn’t an option.  Because of the extra free time, I stopped off at The Roastery, a local coffee shop, to sit at the window counter, sip coffee, watch traffic, and surf through Facebook on my pad.  “Fancy meeting you here,” came a voice from behind.  Turning around I saw it was Pamela.  We had hooked up a couple of months prior during a camping...

A year had passed since Donna and I had our interlude at her house on Thanksgiving Day.  We’d crossed paths several times but had never gotten together again.  Apparently, her husband, John, had experienced some sort of epiphany not long after that day.  He was sober and treating her like the treasure she is.  She laughed when she told me of her shock the first time that he cleared the supper table and loaded the dishwash...

Facebook meme: You know what’s really uncomfortable?  A bra.  But we still wear one in public.  Not for me, for others. That was posted by my hiking partner, a woman in her early sixties who is in excellent shape because of her hiking and her work as an occupational therapist.  Whenever we go out into the woods, I’ve always been happy to let her take the lead so I could enjoy the view.  Such a nice ass wiggle.  I commente...

The phone rang and Caller ID showed it was the local woo-woo shop.  That was odd since I hadn’t been in there for several years, but I answered out of curiosity.  “Is this Steve?” an almost familiar voice asked.  “Uh, yes,” I replied.  “Hi.  This is Amy.  I coerced Tom into giving me your number.  I hope you don’t mind.”  Geez, I hadn’t seen Tom in years, either.  But Amy was yummy, so it was okay.  She and I had recently...

“Hi, Steve.  It’s Donna.  If you have no plans for Thanksgiving, John and I would love to have you join us tomorrow.  It will just be the three of us.  Both our families have other plans this year.  You don’t have to bring anything but you and your appetite.” “Sure, Donna.  I’d love to.  I have what is probably an amazing pecan pie I’ll bring if that’s okay.  It’s way too much for me alone, but I got it to support a sweet...

I’ve known Roger and Pamela for about five years.  I met them not long after moving to southern Oregon.  They introduced me to the wonders of this beautiful part of the country, from the waterfalls to the redwood forests to the coastline.  We spent many camping weekends together along with some of their other friends.  They are in their mid-fifties and are both quite fit.  You’d never know by looking at her that Pamela ha...

I was walking through the camping area from parking to the music/vendor space when I heard, “Hey, Steve!”  Looking around I spied Steph sitting in front of her camping trailer puffing on a joint.  She put the joint in the ashtray and stood to hug me as I approached.  God, I love her hugs.  She presses her entire self against me, as much contact as possible.  I felt her small breasts pressing against my lower chest as she...

My writings are all rooted in truth.  The characters are all real, always with changed names and sometimes with blended personalities.  The events are sometimes purely made up, but more often are blends of actual events and fantasy.  One thing that has bothered me is what would happen if someone read one of my stories and recognized themselves.  It’s entirely possible.  After some concern, it occurred to me that if they w...

It was a beautiful, sunny day; not too hot, not too cool. I drove out to one of the more remote county parks to relax by the river for a while.  I have an annual pass and didn’t have to stop at the self-serve stand to pay and register.  As I was headed for the furthest point from the entrance, I noticed a blue van already there.  That looks like Amy’s van, I thought.  Sure enough, there were the telltale stickers in the b...

I met Donna several years ago at a psychic fair.  She is short, comes about chin high to my almost six-foot height, slender, and possessing a wonderful pair of breasts.  She must have been in her late forties back then and very appealing to me.  I feigned interest in her life coaching, and we chatted off and on for a few hours in between people who were actually interested in her line of work.  All I was interested in was...

I’ve been divorced for over a decade.  Left my annoying as fuck wife, moved to southern Oregon, and immersed myself into the local culture; a little redneck, a little hippie, a little woo-woo, a little folks-with-money-who-don’t-flaunt-it.  Most of my friends fell into the first three categories, and many of those ladies satisfied my sexual urges without any hope of anything beyond that.  I also made a few friends, all ha...

My cell phone rang.  Along with the number was a name, indicating the caller was in my contacts list.  Judy.  I’d forgotten I had added her back when we were working out schedules so I could look at a car she had for sale.  That was a few months ago.  She was around forty-six according to things she’d said.  She wasn’t super sexy physically, although for having three kids she looked pretty good, but she just had an air ab...

I woke up one night with a raging erection and an incredible desire to screw. I checked the clock...2:30. Geez, three more hours before the alarm. I tried for about a half-hour, but my sexual hunger and my wife's presence next to me would not allow sleep. I thought of going to the bathroom and jerking off knowing that would quench the need enough to get to sleep. Trouble was, I didn't just want to cum, I wanted sex. I wan...