During our almost eleven year relationship, neither Barb nor I were very traditional regardless of whether you’re thinking of food choices or our sexual proclivities. One year, as December arrived, we started to discuss where we wanted to go for dinner on Christmas Eve since we preferred to eat out rather than cook for ourselves. After some back and forth between us, the decision was made to go to one of my favorite Thai...

Jennifer strolled down the grey corridors of Churchill Retirement Home with her head in the clouds. Jennifer was an eighteen-year-old nursing student, a beautiful and desirable young girl. However, maintaining her beautiful hair and amazing figure wasn't all she had to worry about.Currently in her second year of college, Jennifer found herself in serious debt, with no time to get a job since she spent most of her time her...

I looked at Daisy, wondering by the second what happened to her. She was still washing her face off of any leftover juices. When she finished, she looked at me. She kissed me on the cheek. “What’s wrong?” she said, tilting her head. “Daisy… I want to ask. But I really don’t want to ask,” I said to her, softly. “You want to know what happened, do you? You always were a curious one, Shawn,” she said as she touched my cheek....

While I drove home, everything that took place with Barb kept running through my head repeatedly! Once I was in my apartment, I left her a voice-mail telling her to check her e-mail because there’d be a long message from me that needed to be responded to ASAP. In the message I sent to her, I told her about my individual profile on Fetlife and urged her to create her own profile on it with bogus details so she could do wha...

“You work here?” I said. “Yeah,” my cousin Raven responded. I looked back at Lillian, incredulously. She had the same look. “You’re related?” Lillian questioned, tilting her head. “Yeah,” I said. “Distantly, but still…” Raven added. “Raven… you are a waitress here, right? You don’t strip?” I asked her. ~~~ My phone vibrated. It was Daisy. It read…  With clients right now. I thought: 'Clients?' ~~~ Meanwhile… “Uh, about th...

It had been a while since I had been back to the Factory. Even though I had not been in some time, I didn’t want to seem like some perverted strip club addict or something. I think that ship has sailed already. My thoughts were filled with undressing women. Lillian. Keisha. And… “Hey, Shawn!” I jerked out of my trance for one second. It was Daisy in her car. “Need a ride?” Daisy said. I was waiting on the next bus. I quic...

About a week later, I started thinking about her again. Why was I thinking about her? Daisy… I mean, Charlie was actually a stripper at a strip club I went to. And I actually had an inkling she was one. “You know where I am, Daddy. Ask for Charlie…” The way she said that turned me on so much. I wanted more of her. Knowing the consequences, I still wanted it. So, when I told my boys… “Wait. Daisy’s a stripper? And you fuck...

Julie had turned up the sound to listen to Adrian and Annette. As Adrian came into his own and began to really perform, Julie lay back in the chair smiling, a strange ecstasy creeping over her, pride, a sense of achievement, seeing her pupils succeeding. “Wow,” she breathed as the pair of them went from one hot moment to the next. “I am going to love paying Adrian, he’s earned it.” She flipped the sound over to the other...

Let me tell y'all a story about a woman I used to know. I walked through the Factory on a cold night in January. When I walked through, all my olfactories felt a tingle. I looked around at the people for a symbol. This was no Willy Wonka chocolate. Past athletes from my childhood, married men committing infidelity, singles... This was a whole different kind of thing for your sweet tooth. Nonetheless, I still walked throug...

"Well?" said Julie when Anthony put the letter down, "what do you think?" "It's indefensible behaviour." "You mean the cop?" "Yes,” he said. “I'm so glad we got Adrian off. That makes me feel a lot better but it's obviously left a mess. What are you going to do?" "I have a wild idea that I think might work. I can't involve you because you were Adrian's lawyer. It needs some planning and I might drag Laura in, so you could...

Laura closed her eyes, sat back into her chair, opened her eyes, looked at the ceiling, back to Julie and then to the floor. "You’ve never thought about it before?" said Julie. "No," Laura said. "No I haven’t. I kind of always thought I’d meet someone and it would be obvious and until then I’d try everything. How did you decide?" "To marry Anthony?" "Well yes, both actually, Anthony, and fucking people for money?" "I like...

Julie let Laura pick a dress from her wardrobe, a move that enabled what Julie intended as a quick conversation. Laura refused an offer of clean underwear. "Fair enough," said Julie, "it’ll all come off when we get to the studio. Can you drive? Drive my car I mean, you know where we have to go." "Why?" "I think Anthony may need a cuddle." "And you don’t want me to do that?" Julie stopped. "Oh… I never thought… Um, it’s my...

There is something inevitable about the way the male bladder works when stimulated by enough alcohol. Anthony stirred at about five am, needing to pee but still mostly asleep. Julie, in the spare room, was woken by his footsteps as he crept to the main bathroom. He's trying not to wake Laura, she thought, not using the en-suite. She lay still wondering if he'd look her way. She heard the door close and relaxed. Should she...