I pluck a candy cane off of the towering Christmas tree. After unwrapping it, I lick at the straight end, sucking it periodically. You gasp. I glance at you through the crowd, give you a wink. Lick. Suck. Wink. You wiggle in your seat, blushing. I walk closer to you, continuing the game. You stand. I suck. You freeze. I lick my sticky lips before glancing up at the mistletoe that hangs above your head. “Merry Christmas,”...

Going to the Scarlet Hearts Club that Friday night was solely to drink and to be sure I wouldn’t be bothered by any men. Also, I hoped that getting hit on by women would be minimal, at least after I turned down the first few that tried. I was mad, mad at myself for being suckered so long by Gregory, and mad at Gregory for being the total ass he turned out to be. It was going to be a pity party for one. I was only into my...

I came home one day when I knew Beatrice would be alone. She was trying to mend clothes at the table, but I would not let her be. I kissed her lovely neck and let my hands wander where they might. I sought out her bare skin and the delicious curves of her body. Indeed, I played a coy game, pretending to acquiesce when she protested—kissing less, touching more, and then visa-versa in turn. Beatrice offered less resistance...

Although married for many years — and happily so for the most part — I must confess that I’ve always had a thing for older guys. I never acted on it because I knew my wife would never understand and I was truly worried what might happen if I did. That said, I did join a gay website — but did nothing more than chat. By my mid-forties, my business was virtually running itself and, as my wife still elected to work full-time,...

Happily married for twenty-five years has resulted in three grown children and a scrapbook full of terrific memories. My wife is my best friend … except in the bedroom. As the years progressed, our sex life had virtually disappeared. I attributed this decline to the demands of our careers and family, but something new was changing in me. I found myself becoming increasingly interested in sex with another man. This new int...

That feeling had been growing for the past several weeks—especially since Ken and I broke up. I knew I needed to satisfy it soon. Those sensibilities had been ingrained ever since my freshman year at college. I lived in one of the dorms. My roommate was Tilda, yes, short for Matilda. Who names their child that? From the first moment I learned her name to this day, all that runs through my mind when she comes to mind is th...

Caitlin had a thing for older men, especially married men. It wasn't exactly a daddy fetish, though Caitlin did enjoy cockteasing her own father. It was more to do with the fact that Caitlin knew her nubile nineteen-year-old body was hot. Her tits were large, her ass was round, and she had the pouty but innocent look of a girl that had always made men fawn over her. It was a face that looked incredibly innocent, even when...

I stand in my walk-in closet, humming that hip dance mix and subconsciously tapping my feet to the rhythm. The second I opened my eyes this morning, I noticed a good energy about it. I took an extra long shower, dancing under the water, imitating those cute "caught in the rain" movie scenes. I slide my fingers through my outfits, picking that super soft black t-shirt that feels like butter on my skin. I slip into it and i...

Your head always loses when it says one thing and your body says another. Sometimes, or maybe just this once, Frank wished his head would have come out on top. Staring up again at the stark white wall at the end of the hallway he now sat, watching the slow, lazy circles the large gray and black industrial fan made in its center. It seemed to have no purpose there other than to antagonize ones with its monotony. Counting t...

My folks recently moved to a large property in the hills outside of a major city. I thought it would be cool living in this urban setting not too far from the college I attended, but I soon found I needed to supplement both my time and pocketbook. One of my classmates mentioned a nearby golf course was looking for a beer cart girl. Her friend had worked there while in school, and said it was easy making good tip money, so...