Sean asked for and got a corner booth in a secluded area of the restaurant, down the Bay in Cardiff. Vicky sat between Sean and Monica, at the deepest part of the U in the U-shaped booth. After the young waitress, a slightly Goth-looking girl with tattoos on arms and shoulders visable through the white blouse as well as piercings not just to her ears, but at one eyebrow also, introduced herself as Chrissie and took their...

Brenda left the store, her instructions clear in her mind. Sean, Vicky and Monica chatted comfortably. "Monica, a David stopped by to tell you that he couldn't meet you after work. This was while you and Vicky were... sorry, what were you doing?" he asked. Monica blushed, yet again. "Changing, Sean, just changing." "Uhunh. Not! Vicky let the cat out of the bag earlier with her 'screaming Monica' comment. Somebody was muff...

Monica was still flushed and dressed in only the half cup bra and the crotchless panties as Vicky slid the silk jacket off her shoulders and hung it up. "Poppet," Vicky said, "could you gather a few paper towels from the bathroom?" She looked down at her legs and smiled. "I think I might need a little cleaning up." Vicky looked back up at Monica and grinned. It took Monica only a second to return with the towels, two of w...

Part 1, A Sean and Vicky Story. Sean sat on a bench in the mall, mid afternoon on a lazy Tuesday in Cardiff, in June, and idled the time away watching the young clerk in Les Bon Temps, a lingerie store embodying something of both Palmers and Victoria's Secret. The woman, early to mid twenties perhaps and a little mousy with her clunky glasses, didn't appear to be a good choice for her role as clerk in a mall lingerie stor...

In my most recent "fantasy based on fact" story I told about how I had gone skinny-dipping in my swimming pool for the first time this season, why and how I had jacked off while in the pool, and how I had seen the lady next door, Heather, jilling herself while she was observing me. A couple of days after that episode, I was vacuuming my pool. Heather came into her back yard to train her new puppy to walk on a leash. The p...

Coffee and cigarettessociable vicesI don’t smoke, alasbut you look so gracious sitting at my tablethat I can’t not inhale  your secondary smokeand something else besides(pheromonal or otherwise primal)or maybe it’s just the gray glitterof something ashen silveryet quietly smoldering(too faint for any alarm now on the market)behind your crudely sooty lashesthat sends shrill shivers ringingin the sleepy shadows of my thighs

This is just to say, dear,I’ve been searching up some porn!The day is drawn up grey and dimAnd I’ve been at it since the morn.Lord, the smutty images:The mind, it quite unhingesAnd that naughty monster Cupid’sLeft me feeling rather stupid And the hours, they’ve gone flyingAll the while, I’ve been tryingTo find some shot, limbs a-tangleOr bare twat, at just the angleTo say: all this sex put on plain viewShows how you make...

My fantastic ideal would beTo be your Mexican housepoetess:Aztec princess, ceremonial heart-swiper,Gymnastically bilingual just as I am bisexual,A hot tamale in bedazzled headgear, pink plumage,Bronzed arms stained with the sex juice of my victims: see them laidOut upon the stairway to my bedroom at each dawn of another exhaustless day. Ay, caramba! But reality ‘tis, I’m much more your cold tomato,Cold damp and dulling, g...

(a companion-piece to "Ice Elation"; dedicated to sprite, who knows the life of the nymphs and other princesses, and has been owed an ode)* * * * * * * * These be nymphs I see. What sly wizardry,To rapture me down to the bottom of the sea.Adrift in narcotic waves, I reply To all glad tidings with a supple sway.This way, that! Pliant, I parade, a comely crowd‘sCandy willow. Star-wide eyes, how lustrous their appraisal. We...

Katie was your typical 18 year old except for one thing. She loved to be manipulative and was very flirtatious. She loved to tease older men with her gorgeous body as she would flaunt her big beautiful boobs every chance she got. She also loved to baby sit as well and she was currently babysitting for the summer a young family down the street from her. Mike and Lori were around thirty and had one young child. They worked...

* * * * * * *you're irina, you were in that class, you slide down across from me. steel flashes in your tongue-- your sign.scribbled-up legal pad--that's mine. anotherday of show-and-tell in bohemia, what luck.but why is your poem in all lower-caps? you ask and i sayheard of cummings join the 20th century duh! (“double-duh!”)ha! i like you no but really i think the lower caps is nice wheni’m not really making much of an e...

******(for the ravers, with love and giggles . . .)******Shit shit shit shit shit!!!No, nothing’s wrong! Christ, why would anythingBe wrong? No, I’m happy! Don’t you see,Happy is being like“Shit shit shit shit!”All the time.You know, I bet if Hello Kitty were a dog and she could talk, she’d go“Shit shit shit shit!!!”All the time, cause she’d be soHappy Like, all the time. Like“Woof woof, shit shit!! Happy happy Hello Kitt...

Pleather pantsSeldom ride on the assesOf girls who wear glassesButI’m the proud exception to many a rule.Life’s full of surprisesLike a bad burritoThe Oort CloudOr an offshore bank accountAnd I’m just one of them.You seem to me to be searchingSearching to reverse the decline of our cultureSearching for a French movie where shit blows upSearching the Ovaltine can forAll of life’s answers.Well, you can find all that and mor...

Even fools can find patterns, if heavenShows mercy, and Providence, for my sinsWas kind enough to drop you in my way,You angel cake crumb! Your halo danglingA bit tarnished, in one hand, and not soInconspicuously swinging out ofSight, behind your back, as if you believedIt were made to tap absentmindedlyAgainst your bottom, in fact?Yeah, I wonder about that.But you just grin and bite your bottom-lipSo invitingly, while yo...

I’m good looking enough but nothing special. I’d give myself a seven on a scale of one to ten, though I’ve been told I deserve better. I have short brown hair, I’m not comfortable dressing sexy or wearing a lot of makeup, and I’m not outgoing, which isn’t surprising, since I’m a software engineer. I’m kind of nerdy, but at least my figure is attractive. It gets me attention, but it’s not always the kind of attention I wan...