Several years ago, I received a surprise phone call from a long-time friend, Luke. He asked if I was interested in coming over to his house the following weekend for a cookout. I had met Luke and his wife, Regan, at my job around five years prior. They had both hired in at roughly the same time. Regan was actually engaged to another guy at that time, but that quickly fell through. Luke was quite interested in Regan the en...

As surely as naming your child “Jeeves” seals his fate as a butler, my destiny is glaringly obvious. I’m sure the Three Fates are modernized, subcontracting out of a sweat-shop, rather than weaving the threads of our lives by their own hands, but the end result is the same. The Fates, all the gods, and Mother Nature conspired to weave my fate. I’m destined to fuck. Although I’m nearly forty years old, I still have the bod...

"What the hell do you mean eight hundred bucks?" I practically yelled into the phone. "It's a fucking water pump!" My mechanic gave me some song and dance about needing to pull a load of shit off the engine to get to the broken part. "Fuck, dude," I said. "Where the hell am I getting that kind of money?" He gave me some more bullshit. "I'll call you back," I said, hanging up the phone. The past couple of months had been r...

Pat awoke first and slipped off to the washroom. As she emerged, she noticed a note that had been slipped under the door. She picked it up and read it, “We have a proposition. Meet us for breakfast at 9:00 if you’re as curious as we think you are!” It was signed with the same flourished ‘T’ as the previous day’s note had been with a less flourished ‘I’ next to it, with the number 214 underneath. Two very distinct lipstick...

James I cradled my two playmates in my arms, one on each side, and marveled at how a dirt-poor kid from a tar-paper shack in the Ramapo Mountains of New York could get so lucky. And I especially appreciated my newly-minted wife, who is, in my humble opinion, the world’s leading authority on quantum physics. I felt sated, safe, appreciated, and more luxurious than I had during that stretch of my life when I was banging sta...

I was asked this by one of the people I chat with here: "You mentioned you were in an orgy before. Can I ask you to tell me more about what it was like to be in one?" *** I've been in four orgies in my sixty-something life. An orgy being by my definition, six or more people in the same room or hot tub all having sex. The etiquette of an orgy is strange and often unique to that orgy. Rarely do you plan an orgy. Most of the...

Anna sat there and watched the trees pass one by one. The late setting sun colored the Russian countryside a warm red through the train windows. She was a stewardess with one of her country's major airlines. Now they had furloughed her because of the war and the sanctions. She was heading home to stay with her folks until they called her back. The other train passengers were settling for the night. Many were already aslee...

The next morning, December 31st, I got a call from Karen, thanking us for the fun time the previous evening. Apparently, John was in fine form after we left and she really appreciated all our help in making their fantasies come true. After we hung up, I told April and Maeve about it. “Are they invited tonight?” April asked. “I didn’t think they’d be ready for an orgy!” I answered. She looked at Maeve and they exchanged kn...

Chapter 6: House Rules and the Dawn of New Life With construction and finishing touches of the homes underway for all the males, the families were given instructions on new federally mandated regulations for the program participants. They were also informed of activities they will be prohibited from engaging in, that may be legal for non-program citizens, as well as policies and procedures for things like travel to destin...

The three of us were sitting in the living room having coffee, Maeve on the couch with me and April in the recliner. Maeve leaned in and whispered to me that we needed to talk to April about our combined future. I stretched, took a deep breath and cleared my throat. “April, you know how when we were all at Maeve’s house, I said I was more attracted to Maeve than to you,” I began. “Yes, and I said it wasn’t a big deal,” sh...

Dolores sat in her attic, staring at a daunting pile of old boxes. One, in particular, a soccer cleat box labeled, “Summer 75” caught her eye. She had to start somewhere. She lifted the lid with trepidation. She knew what was in there and her best instincts said she should just toss the box without looking. But curiosity got the better of her. There amidst odd souvenirs, postcards, and a few photos, was a pink diary, comp...