KENNA  I was never known as a wild woman or a daring woman. However, I had experiences that would put me in both categories.  I had a high sex drive and a curiosity that could, would, and had led me down some interesting roads. I was simply smart. I chose my friends well, my confidants better, and I was a master at selecting the right sexual partners. I expected discretion.  I was well known in my town and the face of a c...

MANNING  I had been thinking way too much about my encounter with Kenna in New Orleans. Our encounter only involved oral sex, but I was wanting more. I didn’t know exactly what, but I was definitely willing to explore. I felt that she was a kindred spirit and was willing to let her freak flag fly in certain company.  We texted back and forth the week after the New Orleans “sexploits.” We decided to make a trip to the Dung...

It had been so long since a man had touched me with my pleasure in mind, since a man looked at me with lust in his eyes, and since a man commanded my response.  It had been far too long since my body responded to a man’s touch with unrestrained need, since that voice in my had begged for dominance, and since I felt that joyful ache of passion.   Our conversations were fueled by sex. Our flirtation and desire had been push...

MANNING  A couple of my biker brothers wanted to go to a little dive bar on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. This is a regular haunt for us because it’s at least a hundred miles from our hometown and far away from nosey people. I am at least twenty years older than both, but they treat me like I’m their age. I can usually break out of my reserved nature with them. I am a retired teacher, and one of my former students, Les,...