On a Lufthansa flight from Frankfurt to Los Angeles, Ryan happened to catch a near-empty 747.  He was flying first class and with only four passengers in their section, there were four crew members to spoil them. Ryan was tired and still a little hung over from the night before, having smoked a few joints and consumed a good quantity of fabulous German wine. Ryan had deliberately chosen the window seat in the first row so...

Her eyes are filled with wisdom, Her lips are soft and plush. She is gentle, she is fierce, A goddess in every sense. Her hands touch me gently, Yet her fingers burn my flesh. Her pulse quickens as I press closer Her breath reduced to gasps. Clothing meets the floor As we succumb to lust. Desire fills my body As she lays exposed upon the sheets I ache to touch, to taste, to nibble, For she owns me well and truly; She is a...

I know that this is going to sound rather unfair, but I want to be honest about some of my experiences. I’ve found it odd how a new relationship with a woman can vary so much in the way it gets started. I'm thirty-seven and have gone through a long marriage which was followed by a divorce. I had eight girlfriends before that. Sometimes I pursue a certain woman for a while, and nothing happens. Often they are not honest ab...

Following a fairly blissful nap, I spent a few more hours lounging in my room - mostly in bed - contemplating the absurdity of what took place with my mother that morning over the phone. Did she really recommend I “shove my big cock down her throat” or something near to exactly that? “Shove it up my cunt” but “I gotta taste it first” so “Show me what you want from me… push my head down on you… grab my hair and fuck my mou...

Covid Kills. That was the word out on the street. I wasn’t exactly Out On the Street; I was a sophomore at a reasonably reputable college when this brutally bunk pandemic began. “They’re cancelling NBA basketball? What the fuck, man?” I knew it wouldn’t be long before my mother called me home at that point. All the work I’d put into studies that semester would get shelved and - the world would fall over. Well, I hadn’t qu...

Siobahn appeared eager to pursue the porn connection we established but was conspicuous by her silence. You can imagine my trepidation.  Did I push too far? After watching, was she offended, embarrassed, angry, ambivalent? I had been contemplating several reasons why she might not be in contact for some time. As I was having my morning coffee, my phone buzzed, indicating an incoming text. It was from Siobahn. She knew I w...

I’ve been looking at Maria since she started working here a month ago. I’ve been hanging around the aisle where she’s stacking shelves. Twice when I’ve been doing that, although she hasn’t looked directly at me, her hand has gone inside her shirt to adjust her bra, which I always think is a sign that a woman has been made conscious of her body and particularly the sexual parts.  I’ve found myself standing in the queue for...

I looked at Kathryn in my groggy state, trying to figure her out. Was she offering to put me up for the night because she was concerned that I might fall asleep and wreck out on the way home... or because she was getting addicted to sex and wanted to try for another round in the morning? At this point, it didn't matter to me. “Well, sure, I could stay.” If the thought of not dying tonight wasn't enough, the possibility, e...

I'm usually happy to see my wife Cheryl – I love her and all – but on this occasion, I was relieved that the person coming down the stairs turned out to be neither my spouse nor my companion's, but rather an older gentleman in flannel pants and a jacket and slippers. “Oh, good evening,” he greeted me, slightly startled. “Hello... looks like I'm not the only one who can't sleep?” I really hoped he wasn't indefinitely inter...

He always calls right about now. Nighttime’s darkest moment, when only the desperate are awake. Naked under the covers her body aches from use but hums with anticipation. Twenty-five years old, it’s never felt so alive. Like she knew it would, the phone rings, it’s him. He’s looking for a fix, a little naughtiness before sleep. A thousand miles away, he breathes into her ear, the opening moments of a familiar ritual with...

It was 1968, and Cheryl and I had been best friends since third grade. We had done everything together it seems. Sleepovers, experimenting with make-up, we even had our first periods a month apart. The only thing she got first was boobs. Of course, now that we were both 18, she was a buxom brunette and I was still a willowy blonde.But that did not get in the way of our being friends. We even double-dated once we turned 16...

I look around my studio taking it all in. I had converted my living room into my art space. It’s the best room with natural light. I share a two-story house with my brother and his wife. They’re upstairs and I’m below. But this week I get to enjoy the quiet without them coming downstairs and meddling in my life. I love that they check up on me but they are always trying to set me up with someone. Thankfully they’re off on...