“Mike died,” his wife, Shelly Carter, informed me over the phone. “Oh no! Shelly! I’m so sorry, hon.” It wasn’t a surprise, his cancer had become very aggressive in the last year. Still, it was difficult news for my friend. Shelly and I were work friends going back almost thirty years. She was "Auntie Shell" to my kids. She knew things about me no one else in the world ever did. Ten years my senior, I still had the hots f...

You walk in the door and see me. Excited, you run to me but I hold my hand up just as you reach me, indicating for you to stop. You stop, confused. "Strip," I say sternly, staring hard at you. Bewildered that I'm not hugging you and kissing you, you nevertheless slip your fingers under the shoulder strap of your red dress and push it off your shoulder. You lower the other strap and look at me for approval. I just stare. Y...

You walk in the door and see me. Excited, you run to me but I hold my hand up just as you reach me, indicating for you to stop. You stop, confused. "Strip," I say sternly, staring hard at you. Bewildered that I'm not hugging you and kissing you, you nevertheless slip your fingers under the strap of your red dress and push it off your shoulder. You lower the other strap and look at me for approval. I just stare. You contin...

My lips brushed each wrist and ankle before locking them in place. She wanted this. Asked me to do it. Begged, even.  I burrowed the vibrating plug into her naughty hole. Duct taped the Hitachi wand to her thigh. Gagged her pretty, dirty mouth.  "My kinky girl," I whispered. Straddling her chest, I tortured her nipples. She quivered. Jerked against restraints. Eye contact became vital.  Purposeful Blink.  My cue. Grasping...

Brock returned to the bunker, winded. “I got more ammo for the AR,” he hollered. “Good,” Brittany shouted back. “Load me up some magazines! This hunting rifle is overkill.” He loaded as fast as he could, but couldn’t keep his mind on his task. Brittany looked so sexy in her shorts and tight tank top, nipples clearly visible in the sweaty fabric, his head swam. Every time she shot, her breasts and ass jiggled. He finally h...

12 Years Ago, High School I took a deep breath before I went into my house. My dad was the first one to see me. “Hey kiddo! You’re home early, you all good?” I shrugged and nodded to Dad, then took a couple more steps into the living room and saw Mom on the couch, checking her Instagram for the latest Yorkie updates; she was obsessed with Yorkshire Terriers. Without even looking up, she addressed me. “Date didn't go so we...

"George, are you sure about this?" What had sounded like a good idea at the time now worried June. "It's fine, honey." He looked over at her, giving his wife's hand a reassuring squeeze.  "But …" She circled her head like an owl, eyeballing all the cars in the parking lot. "What if we run into someone we know ..." "Well then, I guess they'll be just as embarrassed as us," he chuckled.  "But … remember the Third Street Bap...

The Place: Helix High School, San Diego area The Cast: Beth Wilson aka Beth, LizbethJim Hanson aka Jay Are (JR), Junior, The Junior (and the storyteller!)Cathy Thomas, friend of BethDoug Russell, aka RowdyMike Julius aka Doctor JAlan Julius aka Little J, Little DipshitSteve Danner aka “D”, Big DByron Roberts aka FleabagAmazing inventions of 1979 Sony Walkman — that music device in Guardians of the Galaxy. It played casset...

“June!” George hollered into the kitchen one Saturday morning. “Where’s that little bag of screws I bought last week? It was on my workbench.”  “I haven’t seen it, George.” His wife was busy cleaning out the pantry and wasn't too concerned with helping him find the latest thing he had lost. “You moved them somewhere, my workbench is cleaned up again, and it wasn’t me.” “Well then, they should be where they are supposed to...

I like to crank some tunes when I fuck. It sets the mood, you know? And Frankie is a great song to fuck to.Relax, don’t do it. When you want to cum. *1“Oh FUCK me Daddy! Yes, yes, yes fuckkkkkk me Daddy…”I pumped her harder and harder, both of us close. Having a woman call me ‘Daddy’ was such a turn-on for me.“Cum in me Daddy! Fill me up oh gaawwwwdddd!”Her pussy clenched tightly on me. Her back arched as she thrashed aro...

Saturday, 7:45 pm, At The Bar The Joe Walsh song “All Night Long” came over the loudspeaker. That is a different song than the Lionel Richie one of the same title. I smiled, knowing most everyone in here didn’t even know who Joe Walsh was, or that he joined the Eagles for the Hotel California album. “How’s that Gimlet, Mr. Dawson?” My bartender, Ted, was taking very good care of me. I nodded at him and held it up in a sma...

  The Santa Ana Winds. Their original name was the Satanya winds, meaning devil winds in Spanish. They could blow up to forty and even fifty miles per hour, sustained. And the hot dry air usually brought brush fires and fear to the Angelenos. Anything could happen when the Devil winds blew... Tuesday “And this is my daughter, Bailey. Bailey, say hi to Roger.” My girlfriend, Tracy, was trying to introduce me to her 16-year...

“So I get one wish, and it only lasts twenty-four hours?” I was having trouble wrapping my head around this. “That is correct.” “If I wish to win the lottery?” “You will be wealthy for only one day. It will be twenty-four hours just for you, but real time will be one second. You will return to the exact spot you started at almost instantaneously.” “If I die or get killed or hurt…” “You will return in the same condition yo...

Fuck. Utah is full of assholes. I stood there on the side of the road with my motorcycle parked, helmet on the seat. I smiled and waved at the cars and RVs that didn’t come by very often, but nobody stopped. Some kids in a camper waved back, but that’s been about it. I guess they don’t get too many black people up in here. I drank all my water and the heat kept heating. I cursed myself again. The guidebook said this Escal...

We sat around the beach campfire, enjoying the cool evening as the blaze warmed us. The ten of us, five male/female couples, had gotten tired of trying to sing songs as nobody could play guitar all that well. Three or four different people told Ghost stories, Bob even told the “Dangerous killer with a hook for a hand” story, complete with plastic hook prop. I figured it was my turn to tell a tale. “Alright, alright, alrig...