My nose pressed against leather.  A mix of rain, wet cotton and the smell of his skin filled me. I shivered in his arms as the elevator climbed to his apartment. Years of acting like the scream in my stomach every time I saw him did not exist were finally over. All the lies. The times I looked at a stranger in the mirror because I saw him instead of my husband when he made love to me.  It all pooled at my feet with the wa...

I'm not proud of the way I was so bigoted against African Americans growing up. But being born and raised in a redneck family in Jackson, Mississippi, which has an eighty- percent black population, and constantly hearing blacks being demeaned by my parents, siblings, and friends, it was easy to have bad attitudes about them. My name is Charlene, and after an unremarkable childhood, I married my high school sweetheart Wade...

Chapter 1 - Movie Night Bored with the same Sunday movie night with the parents, I turned to my sixteen-year-old twin brother, Jeff, to give him an eye roll and that’s when I saw movement under the throw blanket. We were sharing the love seat perpendicular to the big couch that our parents were lying on while the movie droned on. They’d fallen asleep half-way through the movie, and I’d been ready to sneak off and go to be...

My name is Jacob, and although I work in downtown Tampa, Florida, I live in a suburban area just about eight miles outside the city. I’m in my early thirties with a beautiful wife and two kids in elementary school. I like to think of myself as being an honest, law abiding citizen, and my only scrapes with the law have been due to traffic violations. I drive through a rural area with little-used backroads to get to my neig...

  Drifting apart in the cosmos You have escaped the meatspace The accursed shackles of the flesh Long may it die Atomic particles Still it floods your fluid and electric form The memories of the corporeal life On that black and smouldering planet What a horror show that species was They took a green and fecund galactic miracle And casually turned it into a fucking smoked out bbq briquette It’s all gone And I’m less than h...

She is this… exhibitionist gets her kicks from getting it in the centre of a room full of oversexed, overconfident, likeminded people.The drinks are flowing but that's not what they came for, they're just the beginning of one hell of a night.She takes to the floor, experienced enough to not to wait for a hush that refuses to come, the best recognition is knowing you can’t hear your own moans above the sexual noise polluti...

My name is Walt, and by the age of forty, and after having been married for eighteen years, I had all but forgotten the sexual indiscretions of my youth.  My beautiful wife, Holly, and I have a great sex life, and I’m always so busy supporting our children’s activities, that I have no reason or time to even think about those days. Things started back in high school, when after turning sixteen years old and being able to d...

The cock widened his asshole with every thrust. He gripped the park bench and lent into the 8-inch monster destroying his hole. The pink walls of his gape clung to the rod that pounded tears from his eyes. He gasped and bent down further, worshiping the rod that was striking him down. "Get over here now!" He heard the voice behind the rod say into the phone, "I've got an extra hole for you!" He salivated. He knew what to...

I am a plumber.  I have the crack to prove it. That and an SUV full of tools and parts. The only better job, to my mind, is writing. I do that too. Sometimes I work for one of three landlords who between them own maybe fifty properties. One of them asked me recently to replumb a house he was remodelling. One Saturday I was feeling particularly randy, so knowing that the landlord never comes around on a Saturday I decided...

I was a late bloomer. By the time I turned sixteen I had never masturbated, never had sex, never had an orgasm. This is how that changed. This is how I had my first orgasm. I was emancipated at fifteen, and a hippie. I had no home, but I had a lot of friends who were happy to have me as a guest for a week or so now and then. A couple of weeks after my sixteenth birthday I was visiting one such friend, actually a couple bu...

I am a plumber.  I have the crack to prove it. That and an SUV full of tools and parts. The only better job, to my mind, is writing. I do that too. Recently I had occasion to call on a new customer, a favour for a friend. The home was an old but cared-for double wide, better than many around here. When I knocked, toolbox in hand, the door was opened by a beautiful black woman about my age. "Come in," she said, with a very...