Shaking my head as we head toward the elevator in my apartment building, I laugh telling my cocky friend, “You must have one hell of a high opinion of yourself, Danny, nobody’s that lucky with women.” Looking slightly offended, he stares me down.  “What?  You don’t think I can get lucky tonight?  Well, I’ve got news for you, pal, I’ve never had a problem with the ladies.  I can walk into any bar and within a half an hour...

It was in the early nineties when my now wife Tina and I were in college together. These were the pre-smartphone days. Tina lived together with her two best friends in a dorm room, I had my own apartment. I went over to her room often because Tina's girlfriends, Chloe and Susan were hot and I liked the sexual tension in their room. Of course, both, Chloe and Susan had boyfriends. One day when I was over again I found the...

While saying my house is in the middle of nowhere would be too harsh, my closest neighbor is a mile away; that’s why the sound of someone knocking on my door startled me, even on Halloween night. It was fifteen minutes to midnight; I was watching an old horror film I caught on TV midway through its running time. I could have found something more creative to do on Halloween, but seven days in being single after what would’...

My husband and I have had more than our share of wild, trippy, and at times, dangerous sex trips during our thirty years of marriage, but nothing tops the evening we spent in a porn theater in New York City for heart-pounding excitement. The theater, like most porn theaters, left a lot to be desired, but one thing they weren't short on was men. We went in, saw two seats in an empty row near the back, sat down, and looked...

  I think we’ve all thought about, at one time or another, what it would be like to have super powers, which power we would choose. I know I used to. However there is one thing missing from all of the day dreaming, comics and super hero movies, a super sex life. Think about it, none of the superhero movies have super hot sex scenes. Most, depict the hero actively trying to avoid the opposite sex. There’s a reason for that...

Jackie had now been happily married for twenty-three years to Dan, and both were forty-three-years- old. Jackie always admitted that she was a bit of a control freak, and liked making all of the social decisions and things to do with the house and family. She tended to leave Dan to make the financial decisions, although he tended to discuss them with her anyway and listened to her views and normally followed them.  It see...

He holds my face firmly within his hands and says something to me that I cannot understand. But, I do understand the look of worry marking his striking face. This man wants to be my protector. Others before him didn't care enough and I momentarily ache, before brushing those memories back to the dark corners of my mind. God how I wish I could express in his language how cherished he has made me feel. I will have to find o...

Fuck, why is she here? I wasn’t counting on coming eye to eye with her that morning. All I wanted to do was get breakfast, watch some TV and forget about the previous night. Alright, relax my dude. Say ‘good morning,’ get something quick and head back inside. “Good Morning Kedra.” “Heeey, morning Jace. Dude I had an awesome night,” she said glancing to me then to the television. She sat with her legs crossed on the couch...

One day in September, I got a phone call from Lenore’s Aunt Julia. That seemed odd because I hadn’t said much to her in the weeks I had known Lenore. I had been invited to dinner with them at the apartment only once. Sometimes I ran into Julia on the elevator. I was the one to answer the phone that day. We greeted each other and had a bit of chit-chat about the weather or something. Then she said, “Lenore’s at Lehman a lo...

  I arrived at the agreed upon restaurant right on time. She entered the door five minutes late, walked straight to where I was seated, kissed me on the cheek, and sat down facing me.   “First of all, we have been together three times and have not introduced ourselves. I am Brittany.” “Yes, I know,” I replied. “I have researched you. And my name is Kyle.” “And Kyle, what have you discovered in your research?” “You are a v...

The twins who lived next door were sixteen years old, like my son, Toby, but they were a year behind him, about to become juniors in high school. One was a boy, one a girl, and they spent zero time with Toby. It seems a school year makes a big difference at that age. You might already know me, Lauren, from what I’ve written in the Mom’s Laptop series of stories. And from the pictures I’ve posted and refuse to blush about....