“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...

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...

For the life of me, I couldn’t read French. As we passed the street signs, they looked familiar. Stop signs were still red octagons even if they said, “Arret” {Stop}. At the time I was a bit tipsy and wasn’t sure why we decided to go to Montreal to get more booze in the middle of the night, but as it was my first journey outside of the country, I was determined to make it memorable. The border agents let the three of us t...

A love letter to My paramours and companions, who turn heads and arouse desires everywhere we go. Even the most certain, absolute in their belief they are Masters of their minds and urges, lose all reason and faculty in their presence. All principle, all knowledge, regardless of how engrained they may be on the mind, are effaced in those moments when the heart demands pleasure — a demand obeyed without struggle. Her name...

My name is Dawn, I am a forty-year-old mother of two children and have been married for nearly fifteen years. Last week I did something that changed my life forever. Not only did it open my eyes to what I have been missing in my sex life in the last few years but also I found myself doing things that I thought I would never do in my lifetime. Before I tell you what happened I have to say that my husband is a very hard-wor...

It was late winter of 1989. Kelly and I were on vacation in Florida. We'd married after she graduated from college, and our vacations since then were pretty much just a long weekend here and there or some camping trips. This was our first “fly away” destination. A year ago, a close friend of Kelly’s at work had shared their experience visiting the famous nude beach in South Florida. Since then, Kelly was on a mission. She...

I was laying low. My girlfriend, Diedra had somehow discovered I was messing around on her. Of course, I denied my indiscretions, and I challenged her to prove things. “I can’t,” she replied, “but I just know that you are.” I hated lying. I wanted to come clean, but how does one explain to a girlfriend that you have a harem of other lovers? You don’t. Diedra offered everything a guy could or would want, except spontaneity...

Cara stood silhouetted in the doorway to Lacy’s bedroom. Instinctively, I quickly tied to cover my naked body with the bedsheets but found that task a little difficult because Lacy was laying on top of the sheets. “Looks like I missed the party,” Cara remarked. “Oh please,” Lacy sarcastically shot back, as she pulled the bedsheets over us. Lacy and I had hooked up. It had been an unplanned and unexpected event. I had met...

Lacy stood about 5 feet and a few inches and had a very slender, modelesque-like figure. Her long blonde hair curled at the ends, half way down her back. She was weight and height proportional and she had great looking man-made enhancements that could not be missed, especially when she was sporting her very sexy and very tiny bikini. She was all of twenty-one but well experienced beyond her youthful age. I first met Lacy...

I walked into the strip joint, just wanting to kill some time before business appointments. To my surprise, a totally naked young nubile stood at the front lobby desk just inside the double wooden doors that lead to the erotic lair. I walked up to the desk to pay the six -dollar cover charge. The young door lady took my twenty-dollar bill. I patiently waited as she counted out my change, the very thin and very good-lookin...

It was after ten when I pulled into my driveway after rehearsal. For the past two weeks I had rehearsal every evening and it seemed like I hadn’t seen my wife, Galatea, in months, as she would be asleep when I got home, and I would leave before she got home from work. It was a vicious cycle and the stress of not being able to love my wife was mounting. So on this night, I turned the car off and sat in the driveway and jus...