Which numerical figure to treasure? Is Seven - or Ten? - the best measure? Some call Eight a great number, But nothing is dumber Than ignoring the one that gives pleasure. Still others compete for this vict'ry: Twenty-Three’s the number of myst’ry. Sturdy Three’s never lied, But these two, multiplied Have elated our species through hist’ry. Flipped perspective reveals how element’ry It works both for ladies and for the ge...

In the many long years since Joanne and I wed, We’ve had our ups and our downs, even opened our bed. I’ve had some affairs with women from work, And she’s found other men to be a nice perk. But never together have we let our lusts wander, Could we have a three-way? We’ve started to ponder. My head filled with dreams of two cunts and four tits, I think of her friends: which one would best fit? Could it be Pam, oh she of th...

Eric gets up to refresh Tori's and my drinks at their tropical-themed get-together. “Mas Piñas Coladas?” “Did he just say, ‘penis coladas?’" giggles Tori, Eric’s devoted (and hot) wife, throwing me a wink. "Call them what you will," replies Eric breezily as he pours. On this warm summer day, I can't get enough of this milky beverage that he has made with freshly squeezed pineapple juice and some quality dark rum. As for t...

I came upon a midnight clear. Actually, it was several hours before midnight. And my head wasn't exactly clear. But I definitely came. We had concluded our annual holiday choir concert with "We Wish You A Merry Christmas.” I was thinking of Mary, the perky Alto standing just in front of me, while I oversang the word "Merry" (or “Mary”), as I'd often jokingly done in rehearsal. Mary playfully threw back an elbow. She naile...

“Looking good, Joe!” Amy taunts from the porch, almost startling me off the ladder. Is it the Christmas lights I’m stringing up that she’s admiring? Or - yikes - my boner? I've been absentmindedly humming “Stacy’s Mom" by Fountains of Wayne, changing it to "Amy's Mom" in my head. I was so lost in erotic thoughts of Amy’s mom as I worked that I didn't notice Amy herself watching me. And my boner. Amy's boyfriend pulls into...

I shot awake in bed, just before midnight. You know how something terrible starts happening in a dream, and you try to scream for help, but you just can’t? In the dream, your voice is stifled, and nothing comes out? It was one of those dreams, although it was far from the scariest dream. No one was being murdered or dismembered, certainly nothing to justify a scream. What happened was that someone broke into my house, sto...

3:00 pm, one Friday in May. Those tits are hanging in front of me again. Loose within Sherrie's satin bra as she bends down unnecessarily to drop some mail on my desk. Also hanging in front of me is the same question again. “As a man, if you find a woman attractive, you should ask her out, right?” Her chasmic cleavage pins my eyeballs downward like a paperweight. Yeah, I know where her eyes are, but I’m human. “Sure,” I s...

"Maybe I’m getting hungrier for cum as I age,” Eric confessed, breaking the gooey cumkiss. He had just eaten a huge semen-dump from Rick, his first ever from another man. The two men had long fantasized about each other, but it took a conspiracy involving both their wives to get them to break through their dumb male reluctance and finally consummate their mutual man-crushes. “I’m getting hungrier with age too," said Rick,...

How does a man who’s new to sex with men seduce another man into having sex with another man? In at least one case, with ceramics. My new "boyfriend," Rick (I guess I can now call him that), and his wife Emily, were about to redo their main floor bathroom. As it happens, their neighbor Eric is a regionally well-known ceramic muralist, renowned for the pool and bath tiles that he crafts. Some are sculpted with subtle shapi...

“Here, put these back on,” I directed, handing Rick his undies as we stepped out of the shower. We had just cleaned up from his flight from Europe … and from my having just fucked his ass. I put my briefs on too. “What’s this about, Joe?” he asked, quizzically. In an imitation of our neighbor Eric’s voice, I corrected, “It’s Eric, not Joe.” He immediately realized what I was up to as I cut most of the lights and led him o...

“Up against the wall, and spread 'em!" Rick complied, raising his hands and placing himself against the wall of my apartment. He had just made a confession and was insisting upon some consequences. Probing ... uh, deeper ... into my Bad Cop role, I lubed my middle finger, reached inside his shorts and eased it carefully into his rectum. "Sounds like you need a cavity search, bad boy." "Better use something bigger than a f...

“Three!” we highschoolers all yell. “Two!” Tanya looks at me. “One!” She smiles. “Happy New Year!” Unexpectedly, I feel her soft lips on mine. My first kiss. Hers? Possibly not. Fireworks explode outside. Fireworks inside, too. “Let’s go somewhere quiet,” teen spirit implores. In a room, tongues meet. Her lips suck my neck. Hands open blouse buttons. Then her bra clasp. Then zippers. Hands find parts for the first time. M...

===================== Christmas Eve, 4:30 am Within a minute of starting my drive to the airport, I realize something is wrong. And I don’t mean with my family, whom I am about to visit for Christmas. Not that there isn't plenty wrong there. But the more immediate problem is that my car has a flat tire. I pull off somewhere safe to change the tire. In the dark. I keep a headlamp in the car, but as my luck would have it, t...

My cougar-aged neighbor Tori and I were locked in a passionate kiss. I hadn't kissed a woman since my divorce. Not that it was my first kiss since the divorce, however. My best friend Rick and I had recently taken our relationship in a sexual direction. It was the revelation of this juicy news bite that had prompted Tori to lock her lips onto mine. Panting but regaining her composure, arms still wrapped around my waist, s...

We sample sweet, juicy Honeycrisps in the sun. She races me through the corn maze. Sun setting, we savor grilled brats and hot cider. Wandering the pumpkin patch hand in hand, we munch freshly dipped apples. She catches a caramel drip, playfully licking her finger. Sticky lips meet. Snuggling under a blanket on the hayride, her hand finds my straining stiffness. Mine caresses her jiggling orbs. We jump off into the darkne...