Month: September 2021

Pam didn’t start to have a mid-life crisis until she was in her early forties. She divorced her first husband after learning of his affair with his secretary. She didn’t meet her second husband, Arthur, until her thirty-fifth birthday, almost fifteen years later. She was looking at birthday cards at a local card store, wondering which ones she might receive […]

Dear readers, this is my first story on Mother-Son involvement and I hope I captured the proper mood. As usual, the story is fictitious and all characters are eighteen and over. Thank you for your interest. I remember that September day when I came home unexpectedly and discovered mom using a vibrator.

“You’ve got to come home Sam!” My uncle urged. Sam… short for Samvid. Only dad and uncle used to call me that. Both tough military veterans. No one had called me Sam for months… since dad passed away. Something pulled at my heart hearing it.

I had only worked at Brothers American Gas for about three months before my co-worker Helen started really opening up to me. She and I shared a small, single-window office that faced the side of the property; the two of us were the entirety of the Brothers customer service department. “I could really use a good fuck go get me […]

In many of my stories I try to guide younger folks by telling them about my life’s stupid mistakes. To be honest, I have made more than my share. I hope you can learn from them, and not make the same mistakes I did. I think I have made more mistakes as a person, than as a nudist. I have […]

This is my first time telling this to anyone! This is a real occurrence that happened about nine or ten years ago. My girlfriend and I were going into Haywood Mall in Greenville, SC for a few things. We walked in a department store, JC Penney, to enter the mall. I told her that I had to find a rest […]

The mask keeps out the dust. Not all of it, but enough to keep me from hacking and coughing and falling to my knees. A storm’s rolled in, towering clouds of ashy grit blacking out the sky. It tastes bitter. It always tastes bitter and sour and clogging the throat. I want to spit it out, but that requires me […]

Fiona’s favorite restaurant is an intimate French place two doors down from my office. We courted there and after 20 years of marriage, we still tryst there. One night a few years ago she suggested that we meet for dinner after work. “Sure,” I answered from my office phone. “Where?” “Le Jardin,” Fiona answered, naming our favorite spot. “I’ll bring […]

The thing is, Leon’s really, really hot. Like, insane levels of attraction. What with the tattoos and the cheekbones and the stubble and the ass — oh god, that ass — August can’t really be blamed, at all for freaking bragging. The pope would brag if he was dating Leon.

Behind closed eyes I see us in a secluded cottage on a frigid November night, under a canopy of meteors. We have fled there for a weekend alone. The place is remote, the night frosty. We have come here with plans to explore each other’s sexuality, to satisfy curiosity stoked by our lovemaking.