Texas Stories

I've always fantasized about it, Neena wrote.  Meeting a man in a bar. Going back to my place.  And discovering that he's wearing panties. It’s so taboo. We were texting one another.  A few days earlier, she'd responded to a simple ad that I'd placed online.  There wasn't much text--just a picture of my hard bulge barely contained in panties.  She was the only woman to reply. Have you ever been with a man in panties? I as...

June 2005 Slants of moonlight spilled through the cheap, ugly motel curtains, throwing soft silver glows on discarded clothing. A broken lamp dangled from a table, cord taut, the shattered bulb still flickering. The orange sparks of light were locked in tune with the muffled rattling of an ice machine and the hum of cicadas going about their own song and dance of seduction. They had some catching up to do there. Hers was...

Zoe quietly traced her fingers along the black and green streaks that overlapped the navy blue background of the bedding beneath her. The elegant mahogany headboard that supported her back chilled the exposed dip in her tank top, yet it's smooth surface caressed the skin so she didn't stick to it. Her shorts cut off just below the bottom of her perky ass, and up to her knees were Christmas striped stockings. Her tank top...

1988 After a rather messy divorce, which was entirely my own fault, I had been rebuilding my life and trying to avoid the multiple affairs that had plagued the previous ten years. Luckily, in some ways, we had no children, so apart from the financial settlement, I had become a free agent. I had a good job and had travelled widely as a result of it, taking me away from home for weeks at a time. This hadn't helped my marria...