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Exploring myself and discovered how I felt about being cumslut, I coveted his cock in secret… Not knowing if he would want the same thing out of me. Bill was a long haul truck driver, preferring shorts while driving and tight briefs when swimming. Whenever I saw him around, my eyes peeked at the curve in his pants. And I […]

Normally so vital and upbeat, I’d never seen my boss Owen looking so dejected, as one after another text kept showing up on his phone. Everyone decided with how hard it was coming down, especially with the highway being closed due to flooding, that there was no point in coming anymore. They all said they were sorry, but they were […]

The weather in July was just as expected on the shores of Lake Michigan’s warm beaches. Clara had finally finished her senior year, moved out of her parents family home, and was enrolled for college in the next coming fall. Not only had she grown career wise, but she was no longer a virgin! Clara’s adventures at the sex shop […]

Every practitioner, every scholar of the arts should be aware of the power of the seasons. Wintersweet, bottled at the solstice: auguries and misty steps. Spring and The Mender’s gifts: blessed founts chilled by molten ice; verdant herbs, fresh or dried.

“God, it’s hot,” I said to Sally. We were having one of those heat waves the weather people attribute to climate change. “I slept naked last night, and my body became a dining table for the mosquitoes.” “Same here,” Sally replied. “I’m tempted to have a baby just to feed the mosquitoes, so they’ll leave me alone. My sister says […]

A few years ago, Barb and I took a long overdue vacation to Jamaica and stayed at an all inclusive nudist resort that is friendly to open-minded folks like us. Most of our planned activities were things we’d be doing together, but after a long day of travel, I was looking forward to decompressing underwater with a scuba tank on […]

It was supposed to be the ‘summer of a lifetime’. At least, that’s what the brochure said when the obnoxiously cheerful travel agent had handed it to me. The brochure had been filled with sun-kissed models lounging on golden beaches, perfectly edited blue skies and water so clear you could see the seashells underneath. As I looked out of the […]

“Are you sure my father is gone,” I asked as I went to the record player and put Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov’s Scheherazade on. Meaningfully enough, it was a recording made by the Florence, Italy, Symphony Orchestra.

“Listen to your spirit guides,” she told her phone’s front camera, holding her hand over her heart, “they are always with you. Always.” Her most-viewed video was “Moontime ritual for welcoming bleed”, in which she kneeled on the gleaming tigerwood yoga deck, rhythmically rubbing her Disney Channel stomach, eyes closed.

I am a college coach. I do not fit any given renditions that are formulated out, approved, and switched ‘on’ to function in the oft ill-designed machine of the educating of what dodgers have deemed “what you need to know to get some sheepskin around here”. What I coach is how to be human according to standards that have yielded […]