I was doing some charity work in Haiti after one of their endless disasters, setting concrete blocks for a community center. When the rest of the human-savior work crew went back to the states, I stuck around for a while, wanting to get a feel of the local culture and people. One of the native guys I met on the job, the cement guy, invited me for a beer the first evening, and I gladly came along. We had a few drinks and I...

After we left the Tetons, we passed through Salt Lake City and stayed long enough for my mom to get a tattoo of a little red heart on her neck where I always left a hickey. It was a symbol of our relationship, much like a ring, but also of ownership, as she found herself more and more submissive to me. And it was a tribute to the love she still held for the tattooed girl who had such an impact on our new life together. Ar...

I was content just to snuggle and hug the night before we left Devil's Tower, but I had hoped for a little more action when I woke up with morning wood. No such luck, as Mom was already out of bed and breaking camp. I think she was trying to build up some sexual tension and anticipation, but I was already near peak on those two accounts. Still, I played along and brought in the chairs, and rolled up the awning. I tried no...

While I was away for my freshman year of college, my parents bought an RV. Mom always wanted to travel, but Dad was always too busy working. I don't know why they thought buying an RV would change any of that. Other than a couple of weekend test outings at nearby campsites, Dad still never took the time. So, it was decided that when I came back for summer break, Mom and I would hit the road. We plotted a course through al...