Alejandro knocked twice on the aluminum door. It opened slightly and a woman’s voice said to come in. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. “You’re not a cop are you?” “No ma’am. I’m just me. I’m in school and I work in a warehouse on weekends.” Valeria could hear the humbleness, the uncertainty, and the youth in his voice. It matched his appearance. “How did you hear about me?” “Roberto from the warehouse. He calle...

It was August. The bees were in the garden. The honeybees and I were indolent around the hollyhocks. We shared the direct sunlight in our God-given attire and we shared a buzz. Perhaps both of us were having too much nectar that afternoon. Theirs was pollen and mine was a cold sweet Riesling. The ‘hocks reminded me of my home in Europe where I learned to love the bees, the sun, my nudity, and colorful flowers. If ever the...

Sorry, I don’t know where to begin. Let me start with the day before April Fools’ Day of this year. Why? Because the sport of baseball keeps moving Opening Day around and Grandma Kelly is fed up with all the fol-de-rol as she calls it. She couldn’t keep up with all the different dates for Opening Day and it was confusing her clients. She now opens her business on the first of April every year and closes it on the last day...

“You provide sexual health services to men and women?” Mark Walters had a bemused look on his face. Two of his three potentially new clients were seated at his polished mahogany meeting table looking exactly like centerfolds might look from some sexy Seniors Over 50 magazine. Casually bordering on inappropriate, the younger sister wore only a red lace push-up bra underneath her white jacket and blue skirt. The older woman...

When he came home from Shenanigan’s about ten o’clock, Bobby found the DVD taped to the window on his backdoor. The house was dark and Melanie’s car wasn’t home. He ripped the DVD off, walked into the kitchen, tossed it onto the table, and opened the refrigerator door. Pulling out a bottle of Bud, he twisted off the cap and threw it across the room. He missed the kitchen trash container, cursed, and left it lying on the f...

The first time I saw him masturbate I was twenty-two. Emily and I had been out with friends and had come in about two in the morning. Her parents accepted two young women would have late hours like this and they had encouraged us to collapse at their home. It was closer to the downtown drink-and-dine places than it was to Emily’s low-rent apartment in the far south suburbs of Mipple City. It was four-thirty in the morning...

“Take that dress off. No more clothes the rest of the night.” He didn’t have to tell me twice. I kicked off my heels and dropped the dress. Willis picked it up and hung it on the coat rack. “You’re stunning. You’re sparkling. How do you do that?” I said, “You mean 'How do you do that at your age?' And I’m not telling you. I’m not here to counsel you, Willis. I’m here to fuck you.” And that’s how we started fucking at his...

He uses the word “fuck” too much. Way too much. But twenty years on a submarine for Uncle Sam means he’s learned to use the word “fuck” to describe everything. As a military wife, I’m used to it; but he embarrasses our kids and grandkids when he talks like that in public. You’d never know he had two college degrees by listening to how he speaks or by reading what he writes. Did you read his two stories about his bucket li...

Second base also took a while. I was patient. Kim’s sixty-four. Willis is fifty-something. There won't be any hormonal urges. Know what I mean? When I could, I put the two of them together. She likes him. He likes her. He’s awkward talking to her when I’m around. I say nice things about him. He does things for her or to be noticed by her. These are all good signs. He’s a good man. Divorced. Volunteers for community shit....

This is my story. Not yours. Don’t pretend it is. I’m Gavin. I live in Mipple City. Sixty-six years old. Not even close to cashing it in. Last year I decided it was time to break all the fuckin’ rules. My rules first. Afterward maybe yours. I don’t know. I don’t have to know. Maybe afterward, its rules I don’t even know exist. I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like it. That’s the best thing about being sixty-six. My bucket...

Sunday Morning: The Day After Mack woke with an urgency to pee. Mary lay beside him. His mind flashed to the night before with her and John. No feelings of regret to be found. This did not surprise him. Yeah, it was unusual but it wasn’t unnatural. The fact that Mary was beside him was proof that she chose him over John and that was all good. He rose quietly and went into the bathroom. The ice bucket and the glasses from...

Saturday Night 11:00 PM Mack looked into the bottom of his glass. The mix of manseed and Bailey’s had tasted good. “I would not have done this a week ago. It might be weirder to think about sharing cum than it is to doing it. This actually tasted pretty good. I can see why those women liked it." Mary almost interrupted him, “Speaking of taste… John, you tasted good. And Mack, you tasted different tonight. I mean better. Y...

Saturday Night 10:20 PM Naked, John walked off with the camera to the high-backed chair and sat down to wait. The bed belonged to Mack and Mary now; John would be invited to return if they both agreed. He knew there were three components to long term wife-sharing: shared eroticism, marital commitment, and acceptance of extramarital relations. Long term wife-sharing, like a three-legged stool, is only good if the three com...

Nine Thirty PM at the Foshay The elevator ride and the walk to the room were filled with banter and laughter over Mary’s prank. John and Mack could not be more pleased with Mary at the moment. There was no doubt that she had left all the women wishing they were her and all the men wishing they were either Mack or John tonight. As they entered the hotel room, Mack walked over to the bureau and pressed the record button on...

Eight PM Saturday evening….   “Sweet Jesus.” Mack spoke softly underneath his breath. Mary looked amazing. She had told him about her knockout dress but it was better than he ever imagined. She had not let him see it before tonight. Mary said it was special, like a wedding dress. Tonight she was honeymooning with her husband and another man and she wanted to impress them both. It was sexy. The mermaid shape enhanced her f...