Part One: COLLEGE Raymond Englehard, I remember him from college. He was known as Ray back then, but now they call him Senator Engelhard. Ray came to mind recently when he appeared on the #Me Too most wanted list. Of course, that put him on the media's persecution roster, making him the leading story on news telecasts and the Internet. In a twist of good fortune, the reporters have been so captivated by the claims of seve...

Beth married Phil ten years ago, yet the fire hadn't gone out in their relationship. They still passionately loved each other and sex was the centerpiece of their marriage. They had done just about everything a couple can do when making love. Indeed, no matter how kinky they became, it still was with love. They had used a variety of toys on each of other. They had tried light BDSM. They had fucked indoors and out, in the...

I own a remote piece of property in the Midwest, but not so far outside of town as to be unable to make an occasional run for groceries and spend time in the local bar. The locals were friendly and help me when things go wrong as they often do out in the woods. My cabin is basic. It has running water and electricity but heating is with a wood stove. Some of my time is spent with a chainsaw cutting dead trees, then splitti...

Tammy,  Arrived in Marksville at three. Checked into Best Western. Going to dinner then check out the casino.  Enjoy your night out with the girls. Your loving husband, Kurt. Kurt was a tractor representative making the rounds with the dealerships. He had checked into the Best Western, unpacked, went to the bar, then text'd his wife. At six, after two martinis, Kurt sat alone at a Mexican restaurant. By seven, he was at t...

As I had written earlier, Valentine's Day marks the beginning of the mating season.  Male birds begin singing to attract females, squirrels scurry around looking for a mate, and guys buy roses to enhance a lady's libido. It is also an eventful time of the year for me. The thing about Valentine's Day is that it reappears once a year along with memories from my past. This year it was more than a little surprise to have Ashl...

I arrived at the Drury Sports Bar a little later than expected on the evening of Valentine's Day. The delay was a result of finishing up a story I was writing called "Mating Season." The story is a remembrance of what happened on a previous Valentine's Day not long ago. This time I was meeting the girl in a red sweater like we had arranged online. When I arrived at the bar, she was surrounded by a half dozen young men. Yo...

It's February 14th, Valentine's Day, as I write this. I've always considered the day as the beginning of mating season. You know, sentimental cards, roses, romantic poems, wine, candlelight dinners, kisses, all a prelude to an evening of love making. So, tonight, I'm going to observe the ritual by romancing my almost girlfriend. Now the idea would be perfect if we had met before. Actually, we had met online, but not face...

The Island The travel day from Minnesota to the tropics was long and tiring. They few to Chicago for a short stop, then took two connecting flights before hopping on a boat for a three hour voyage to the island. It wasn't a cruise ship by any figment of one's imagination. It was a freighter that delivered supplies to the small islands ringing the South Pacific. Their discomfort wasn't helped by the rough seas that day. Bo...

The Trial "Guess what?" Becky was saying to her next door neighbor, "Bob and I just have a winter home in the tropics." "That's exciting," Joy remarked, "but why so far away?" "Well, the weather for one thing. We are so tired of the winters here in Minnesota, and it gives us an opportunity to have summer all year long." "How nice, Becky, but isn't it hot there?" "Yes, Joy, but here's our little secret: we own the whole is...

Hi! Just wanted to introduce myself, my sister and a bit of family history. Well, she's only my half sister. We both were orphans for awhile before a wealthy and caring couple from the United States adopted us. We were born in Vietnam and have the same mother but different American fathers. Apparently, our birth mother survived those terrible years with the help of a few soldiers from the U.S. We, of course, were the unpl...

The Divas, that's what they called themselves, were back at the Student Union Monday after classes discussing their weekend. Claire was nineteen, soon to be twenty and a junior as was Kimberly. Dotty was a sophomore. She had just turned nineteen. All three were drama majors with a minor in sex. "So Claire, how was your date with Big Ben?" Kim asked. Claire took a sip from her latte, then said, "It was okay." "You were wit...

The Corporate World I'm currently working as an escort. It's a euphemism that's almost a compliment when compared to the other names given to my profession. Over the thousands of years that us girls have provided services to needy gentlemen, we've been known as call girls, streetwalkers, hookers, prostitutes, whores, working girls, and so many other mostly derogatory words. Let me focus on the term "working girls" because...

The year was 1943. German troops were in Paris, Warsaw, Rome and were advancing toward Kursk in the Soviet Union. American troops were fighting the Nazi's in Europe as well as the Japanese on Guadalcanal. WWII was raging with no end in sight. At home, everyone did their best to keep their spirits up. Rosie the Riveter was on the assembly line welding and riveting munitions for victory. Glenn Miller, Frank Sinatra, and Jud...

The four single women were friends, in their mid-thirties, and attractive. The group met every Tuesday at the Forest View Country Club north of Chicago in the suburbs. None of them were particularly good at golf, so it was more of a social event than a sporting one. Following their round on the course, they lunched together at the club to catch-up and gossip. All of them were divorced, so they had plenty to say about men....

The Vegas trip had made me more valuable to my boss and the firm. After another promotion as a Wall Street stock analyst, I was home for Thanksgiving. I asked about Cicely, not mentioning that I had met Mila. Mom wasn't likely to understand that her niece was a stripper, a sometimes porn star, and maybe more.Tracking down Cicely turned out to be easier than I thought. My mom said Cici was, in fact, living on the East Coas...