It seemed to be my weekend for interrupting people in the throes of passion. I sat alone in the cab of the truck and fingered myself closer and closer to orgasm. One hand was down my shorts strumming my clit, the other alternated between groping my own breasts and then snaking up the loose leg of my shorts to caress my soaked labia. I imagined that I looked comical because I was wearing men’s clothes. My past week had bee...

After my torrid Friday and the events of the day, I was both hungry and as horny as I recall ever being. Feeling no effects from dad’s edible, I choked down another. We entered the restaurant and it lived up to its name. It was cozy and warm and darkened; it reminded me of an ancient grotto. The immaculately dressed and attractive woman at the cut-stone greeting station lit up when she saw my boyfriend. “Glade,” she excla...