The house of the middle-age industrialist from Quebec was possibly the most modern structure on the beach. The design was austere inside and out, the décor all white or gray, including the furnishings, which were dramatically stark. Robert Bissett’s dinner guests, Amy and Rachel, were bedazzled, not only by the house, but by their host as well. Amy’s infatuation for the man was obvious from the clothing she selected for h...

James. Call him that, or "Jamie", not "Jimmy". He hates "Jimmy". Jimmy's a little boy.James slouched in the vinyl chair opposite his therapist. Silent. His gaze darted around the office like a bird wary of predators.The psychologist watched him. Not speaking, examining, his face the standard mask of neutrality. I wonder how they learn that, James thought, learn to look back at you with that blank expression that hides wha...

"Fuck!" Jess cried. She regretted telling him 'fast and hard.' Trying to be a smart ass. She hadn't meant this rough. Face down, on her knees, clutching a handful of sheet, her other hand braced against the headboard to keep her head from banging it again, she knew now it was a mistake. What was she thinking, challenging this guy with those reptile eyes? She hoped he was a fast cummer.She met him a week ago. A skinny guy...

Amy spotted the man watching them when the sun reflecting off the binoculars he held caught her eye. She wondered how much he could see. She didn't tell Rachel. She'd wait until Rachel finished. She glanced down the beach again to see if the man was still watching. He was. Standing there, ominous as a scarecrow, higher than them on the third-floor deck of an ultra-modern house four houses away. She could almost feel his e...

"Really?" Rachel wrinkled her nose and said, "You made a video?" The girls had been casually discussing what Amy referred to as, “that thing,”—masturbating— as they lazed in the hot July sun in Amy’s backyard. Rachel was wearing a purple push-up bikini top, 32B, small, from Victoria’s Secret. The bottom was what Victoria’s Secret called a “Cheeky Hipkini”, maybe because of the amount of cheeks it exposed, or the camel toe...

One of my longtime fantasies has been to be sandwiched between a couple. My imagination surfed between two situations: in one I fancied myself in the middle of a man and a woman, at other times between two men. In the former, I imagined myself down on all fours, eating pussy while getting fucked. In the latter male version, I would be sucking cock. Either alternative could get me hot, because they both included getting fu...

He found her online, on a website where she-male escorts advertised their services. It was the best and safest way to get what he wanted. She was the only Caucasian on the site among mostly Hispanics and a few blacks. He flipped through the gallery of her photos and read her stats. She was good-looking in a way that clued him to how she probably had looked as a man. Age 27. Her height was listed as five-nine, weight 135,...

My wacky Thisbe’s built a wallto shield her fragile heartlaid up dreamy purple stonesand murky chunks of amberfrom the shores of her past she never looks when we make love I know  in the pale glow from the hall  I watch her eyes  the soft grey irises fade inward  becoming blank moons to ponderwhat phantom lover moves  in the secret space behind them I come, she goes, we never meet  I wonder how she drifts so far away  wit...

Is your pussy busy, Baby?Do you use it every day?Is it taking on all comersOr turning some away?Is your pussy ready, Baby?I know you never keep it locked,You like it fully loaded,And always keep it cocked.So I hope it’s keeping busy,Getting action every day.I'm recalling your sweet pussy,How it throbbed and how it seized,How it spat out gobs of jism,Every time you sneezed.I really hate to tell you,How horny I have been,Bu...

“I’m a bitch!” Audrey often said, “But I’m a caring, loving bitch! Ha ha ha ha!” I thought of her as a crazy bitch, but a lovable one. I met her at a party. She wasn’t my type so I didn’t pay much attention to her. I probably had my eye on someone else. Because Audrey and I were the only smokers in the crowd, I ran into her a few times outside the back door. We exchanged the sort of chit-chat that people who aren’t really...

I’ve been on the business end of my share of cocks, from short skinny little rascals that barely tickled, through average sized that served quite adequately, to a few beefy rams that were painful and threatened to split me in half. Truly, size does matter. But several factors other than cock size matter just as much for sex to be considered phenomenal. Once I experienced a synergistic event that was so phenomenal I’ll nev...

A chapter from an unpublished memoir Dave and George met me at the park Sunday morning as promised. We left the cars at the end of the parking lot where the equestrian trail enters the woods and runs along the river. They had agreed to help me fulfill a fantasy, and I was leading them to a secluded spot in the woods where we could do it. It’s an old picnic area that I discovered a few weeks ago when I had hiked the trail...