“So,” she said with a smirk, “I guess you want to hear my whole sad story.” She took a drag from her cigarette and exhaled lazily toward the ceiling. “Is it sad?” I asked with a smirk of my own. “It has to be sad,” she said, “Otherwise I wouldn’t be here.” She raised both her hands to her shoulders in a gesture to take in the whole seedy bar we were in. I frowned and stared into her eyes. “I don’t think you’re being hones...

‘How do I get myself into these things?’ she thought absently as she spread her thighs even further apart. Sarah Jones was sitting on the edge of her desk with her skirt hiked up and her hose on the floor alongside her panties. Her co-worker, John Harmon, was crouched on the floor in front of her with his face buried between her legs. The little electric shocks going off in her mind were brought on by the flicks of his to...

After Nurse Stevens left Jeff spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what had happened. All he did was say to her, “How about a blowjob?”   Of course it had been a joke. After their banter about porn sites and not having anyone to help him get rid of his sexual tension, she said to him he should find someone and ask them. And that was when he said, “How about a blowjob?”   Then she told him if that was what he wan...

Life in lock-up really sucked.   Jeff was now into his ninth day of self-isolation, shuffling around the apartment and trying to keep himself amused. It wasn’t easy. There were only so many video games he could play, movies he could watch or porn sites he could visit.   The virus too had affected him in a weird way. A bit of a stuffy nose and some headaches, that was about it, at least on the surface. The really meaningfu...

I moved into a new condo lately. Just three weeks ago, in fact.   It’s a nice place, you know, with all the facilities people like to have. Swimming pool, outdoor of course so only available for half the year. A weight room and sauna and what they called a Zen garden. In truth, it was just a short walkway in a space that could be closed in with huge glass panels in the winter like a greenhouse. There were ferns, a few sma...

My name is Brent Collins. Let me tell you about my cousin John.   I can’t remember when I started to hate him, not for certain. But I do know it started when we were both pretty young.   When I was eighteen John’s dad gave him a car. I remember it well because I was so jealous. My dad told me if I wanted a car I would have to pay for it myself. Considering I didn’t have any money or a job to make any, well, that finished...

I’m a cad; a philanderer even. I’m probably overall just a dick. Yeah, I said it. I’m a dick. I’ve been this way ever since I discovered girls. At first, I decided that girls who put out for anyone were to be avoided. So I started out with good girls; girls who waited to see whether they liked someone enough to have sex. At least it was the seventies and I didn’t have to wait until I married them, but still, it was three...

The neighborhood Ross lived in was nice.  He was single and lived alone unlike the families around him. There were couples and families with two kids, families with three kids. There was even one family with five kids around the corner. Ross didn’t much like kids, but he didn’t begrudge anyone else their choices. He didn’t bother them and they didn’t bother him. Except for Sara. Sara was a young adult living next door to...

Zoe gasped and froze as she straddled the much older man’s midsection. He was sixty-five and she was not even twenty-five yet. His cock was pushed all the way inside her and she quivered as her orgasm surged through her. “Oh God, Uncle Brad!” she cried out, “I’m cumming! Oh yes, I’m cumming so hard!” By the time it passed, she was dripping with sweat and gasping for breath. Brad’s cock twitched when he heard Zoe call him...

No one ever said growing old was going to be so painful! Wait a minute; yeah, they did. Everyone older than fifty-five said it. Still, Brad was disappointed that he was in so much pain. I mean, just because he turned sixty-five not so long ago, did that mean that every joint had to scream in agony every time he moved? Yeah, I guess it did. He sighed ruefully as he readied himself to stand up from his easy chair. It was be...

Santa’s Friend Father Time Father Time was old. So old he wasn’t entirely sure when he began. He knew he’d been around for as long as people had been around and he was the one who whispered about the passage of time to the earliest people. It was because of those whispers that people began to count time themselves. So he found himself watching and monitoring what people did as the centuries and the millennia passed. It wa...

Valentine, also known as Eros, was an impish sort of character. Although he was thrilled when the whole world celebrated him once a year, the rest of the time he was kind of bored. So bored in fact that he’d taken to following some of the other magical beings on their special days. When he followed Santa on Christmas Eve to Katie’s house he didn’t really expect to see anything interesting. All the fat guy ever really did...

T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house only Santa was stirring as quiet as a mouse. He came down the chimney and looked all around with a twinkle in his eye and his belly big and round. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care and the tree was delightfully trimmed and prepared. He smiled at the gewgaws and little statuettes of elves, reindeer and good ol’ Santa himself. There were ribbons and b...

Simon returned to work the next day more confused than ever.   With his father’s lessons on how different they were from any of his clients, he knew instinctively that what happened with Jennifer was a bad thing.   Of course, he didn’t share what happened with his dad or mom. How could he? He didn’t even really understand what had happened. Before Jennifer grabbed his thing in her hands and played with it, he never realiz...

Simon was a simple soul. And so too was his mind. School for Simon was both painful and embarrassing for him and so it was that he dropped out after just four years. It wasn’t him who made the decision but his mother and father who, realizing it was nothing more than a waste of time for him and whoever tried to teach him, agreed with the school principal that they would pull him out. “It’s better for all concerned,” he’d...