WAITING FOR MELINDAby Rumple ForeskinThe cold rain told a sad story in a soft voice, and I was listening.I'm a good listener; always have been. Especially out here in the woods, in the rain, inside this small cemetery. I sit in the cab of my old truck, listening to the rain tell the story, and wait for Melinda.We don’t have nice winter weather around here. Seems like it’s always cold, cloudy, and raining. About all it’s g...

What the hell’s going on around here? Bronson (the Big-Mouth Bass), having just stuck his head above the bayou's calm surface, now stared, even more dumbfounded than usual, at the new arrivals. Why had those two in that fancy fishing rig slipped past the screen of willow branches and tied up against the trunk? It was mid-day and too damn hot for any respectable fish to be feeding. Even the dumbest human must realize that....

IT'S ABILITY THAT COUNTS   by Rumple Foreskin   Donna Faircloth was energized, turned-on and kneeling on the kitchen floor, giving her husband a surprise blowjob he'd never forget. She'd just come home with her emotions in overdrive after a daylong workshop on conducting group encounter sessions.   Clay had been replacing the cover to the overhead light fixture when she walked in. Though tall enough to do this without a s...

TAKING ON A MONSTER: an old-fashioned stroke storyby Rumple ForeskinCindy and her four lovers sprawled together in satisfied exhaustion, comparing notes on how they’d celebrated her birthday. Someone started tallying up the different encounters. The final count left everyone duly impressed with both the recuperative powers of the four guy’s and with Cindy’s stamina.    "Damn, woman,"  said Bob. There was a note of respect...

HANDLING THINGS IN THE PARKby Rumple Foreskinnote: This is not a work of fiction. Only the names have been changed to protect the author from divorce lawyers and/or para-medics.It was a seductively beautiful Sunday afternoon in Central Park. Around the edge of a small, remote meadow, leaf covered trees, their limbs swaying gently in a light breeze, muffled the sound of distant city traffic. By some miracle, there were no...

SURE CURE FOR DEPRESSIONby Rumple Foreskin“Depressed? Damn straight I’m depressed. Waking up to find your so-called, man, the same guy you’d been screwing all evening, getting butt fucked by some dude can do a real number on a girl’s self-esteem.”  Sue Cangilosi finished her tirade, drained another, Harvey Wallbanger, and then gave Cindy Davis a sad smile. “I’d have to be crazy to not be depressed.”“Agreed,” said Cindy, s...

Cindy Davis stood by the foot of the hotel bed watching the man she would spend the weekend with making love tip the old bellhop, lock the door, then turn and move towards her. What the hell had she gotten herself into? Wordlessly, Ray Mitchell, took the purse from her numb fingers and tossed it toward a chair. He missed. Neither of them noticed. For a moment they just stared at one another. Then with a quick movement, he...

TOWERING PAS IONby Rumple ForeskinLate afternoon sunlight reflected off nearby treetops as we climbed the scuffed wooden stairs of the old forestry service fire tower. Once above the nearby pines and oaks, the horizon opened up. Green forest stretched for miles in all directions. It had always been one of my favorite sights. But not today—not with the incomparable, denim clad bottom of Polly Wright swaying just inches abo...

A SPECIAL PHOTO   by Rumple Foreskin     Sensual and seductive, she lay amid the rumpled sheets of the bed where we'd just made love, relaxed and at ease within the golden skin of her petite, perfect body. Not posing, not looking at the camera so much as through it, into the photographer, into me. Waiting with an expression of amused tolerance for me to finish and rejoin her. It was a special photo of a very special model...

FRIENDS OR LOVERS?   by Rumple Foreskin     Amy Marshall sat alone and miserable on the bank of the Mississippi River. A giant oil tanker heading upstream went unnoticed. She was too busy trying not to cry.   The tall redhead felt angry and weepy, and incredibly stupid for not knowing why. Leaning back against a big, driftwood log, she closed her eyes and tried to come up with an answer.     What has gotten into you, girl...

FROM: Becky -- FOR: Matt -- With Loveby Rumple ForeskinDEDICATION: To those who serve, and those who love them.I was halfway between Macy's and totally broke, sitting in the mall's tacky excuse for a food court, and trying to gag down a tasteless salad with low-cal dressing. Piped-in Christmas carols competed with the noise of wall-to-wall shoppers. I kept asking myself how I ever let my mother con me into getting dressed...

Dis-Orderly Orderlyby Rumple Foreskin* I was, hauling ass across town, dodging drunks and running red lights, while this sexy blonde nurse gobbled on my Johnson like it was the last dark meat on earth and she hadn’t eating in a month. In-fucking-credible.What made the whole scene even wilder was her being the evening supervisor where I worked, in other words, the chick, Donna Faircloth, was my boss, and married, and I’d j...

DIS-ORDERLY NURSEby Rumple Foreskin* Donna Faircloth, newly minted nurse and young wife, was getting gloriously fucked. Waves of ecstasy surged through her writhing body as the powerfully built man lying between her widespread legs hammered his demanding cock in and out of her very willing cunt. She'd enjoyed this sort of erotic bliss many times since her wedding, but tonight was different. This incomparable lover wasn't...