Dear Bob, I’m at our campsite. I decided to come yesterday, and tried to get ahold of you. I am so looking forward to you getting here – I have been dreaming about so many things we’re going to do. I was going to just send you this in an email, but I know how much you enjoy getting handwritten notes. So, I’m sitting at our camp table just outside my tent, topless, writing this out in long hand. Then I’ll scan it with my p...

The next week, we lost even worse than before—our worst loss of the season. John bowed out at halftime—yet another hamstring injury. He watched the remainder of the game from the sidelines, unable to leave since we had carpooled to the game. “Carpooling” with John meant we had to drive every week, as he was too cheap to put gas in his car or pay the $1.00 parking fee. Jane didn’t seem to mind, but week after week, it irke...

The next morning, I was awakened by the kiss Arthur planted on my forehead. "Good morning, sweetheart," he whispered. Still half-asleep, I mumbled something unintelligible in reply. "I have to get ready for work," he went on. I immediately started to stir, for I figured he wanted me out of his house by the time he needed to leave. But he stopped me from sitting up. "Get some more sleep. Later on, when you're hungry, help...

As those of you who have read my original story will know my wife Paula enjoyed a threesome with two of my black team-mates Jerome and Marcus. As a result of that night, Paula became pregnant and nine months later gave birth to a black baby boy she named Jackson. She did not find out which of them was the father of the child. Paula and I separated - she remained in London with her new son and her black lovers. I returned...

What were we trying to prove? That we could be wild before settling down into monogamous matrimony? It was my idea to invite Kyle into our bed, and Laura was reluctant at first. She liked my best friend well enough, and she had no issue with both Kyle and me being bisexual. But it was the mutual attraction between me and Kyle, never acted upon, that seemed to make her anxious. Still, she'd finally told me, "You need to ge...

The four of us met for drinks one evening in early June, just before Liam's thirtieth birthday. Sitting across from him, I noticed he was smiling as he took a sip of the Sex on the Beach he'd ordered. "You look awfully cheerful for someone about to turn thirty," I teased. Liam's smile widened. "Hey, it's a milestone, Cole. And I'm not going to sulk like you did on your thirtieth." "Ouch!" I pretended to be hurt, but Liam...