“So how long has it been? Ten years? God, you’ve hardly changed at all!”

She laughed, taking another sip of wine.

“Thanks. But we both know that’s not true. You’ve changed though. You never used to care what you were wearing.”

And it was true, he had changed. He looked even better than she remembered him, although it had been years since she had thought back to her college days. Now, there was undoubtedly something about the tailored jacket, the tight white t-shirt, the cut of his jeans, which really suited him. He had never been exactly handsome in the conventional sense, but there was no doubt that age had added something extra to the mischievous smile and the way his slouched casually beside her, arms sprawled over the edge of the booth at the back of the Soho pub. (more…)

Jake awoke to the sound of thunder and found himself sitting straight up in his bed. He was covered with a fine sweat that he could only partially attribute to the sultry August heat. Knowing automatically that something wasn’t quite as it should be, he grabbed his gun from the night stand. Even though he was naked, he began to cautiously search his house; only then did he hear the doorbell ring.

He stopped, a little surprised at his paranoia. In any case, he should answer the door, and he couldn’t, or shouldn’t, do that naked. He stopped in the bedroom, and quickly pulled on a pair of jeans, just as the doorbell rang again. He went to answer it, gun still in hand. As he got to the door, what he saw through the peep-hole wasn’t at all what he expected. In front of his door, he could see Sandra, his supervisor from the station. The fact that she was a gorgeous brunette with a fantastic body, who was standing soaking wet at his door in the middle of night, did little for his shock. He shoved the gun into the back of his pants, and yanked open the door. (more…)

(You are going to visit a forbidden lover… I have not been a lover yet, but you yearn for it and feel that burning within you… You have been chatting with me for several weeks, and in the last couple of weeks have even talked to me on the phone. You have never seen me personally, but you have seen the pictures I have sent you…..) You have come over to my house to surprise me, and you are wearing nothing but a long black leather coat, no shoes, and you have some revealing attire underneath. You can feel the cold on your feet as you walk up to my door. You have driven a couple of hours just to get here, to my door. It all looks just like the pictures I sent you. (more…)

A show in two weeks and he was far from satisfied with the prints he’d pull together thus far. He had already made three trips into the Hoh Rainforest in the Cascades trying to complete the droplet series in his “Phases of Water” exhibit, and it’s all so ordinary. Everything had the flavor of a magazine spread and not even a good magazine at that! The series lacked that certain something that sets a spread apart. He had hopes for this show and he saw them slipping by. The Portland buyer’s expectations were very clear. He wanted “the allure of wetness” and it just wasn’t there. The damned Northwest rain - too hard or too soft, or just too damned gray - and he was running out of time. Until today, that is! Today was turning out just perfect. (more…)

I slept like a baby that night. Unfortunately, these two lovely ladies had awakened the animal inside me. I was constantly thinking about sex; getting laid, how I was going to get laid, whom I was going to lay, where I was going to get laid, etc. etc.

The following day was uneventful, despite my best attempts. My daughter, Amanda & Gabbi left right after lunch and returned after I had already gone to bed. I had incredibly erotic dreams all night, and woke up at 4:00 with a raging hard on. “Fuck it” I decided, I’m going to try my luck. I got out of bed and made my way down the hall. No noises this time. I slowly & quietly opened the door to the girls’ room and before me lay the object of my obsession…asleep. (more…)

The warm, pleasant world of dreams was shattered suddenly as energetic vocals and electric guitar invaded, warning of a dance epidemic tonight. Eyes cracked grudgingly open in the sunlight filtering through the dusty Venetian blind, he rolled out of bed and stumped toward his computer. The monitor clicked, brightened, and came into focus. Having successfully located the pause button, he silenced the Electric Six and stretched, crackles running up his stiff spine.

Heading into the kitchen half of his tiny studio apartment, he measured out a pot of oatmeal and thumped it down onto a burner. Twisting the knob to medium, he gathered up some clothes and located a towel. Hot water steamed and hissed as he adjusted the shower. Flipping the curtain closed, he leaned sleepily against the shower wall, allowing the hot water to soak his long, curly hair and drip out of his close-cropped beard. (more…)

The December sky was as cold and bleak as I felt on the inside. It was one week till Christmas and I was one of a thousand harried war weary last minute shoppers. I balanced my packages precariously as I made my way through the pushing and shoving mob. I hadn”t heard from him since our last encounter, and my life had gone on as it always had, cold, lonely, passionless, secure, and safe. He was with me every minute of every day, his lips, his hands and the way they caressed my body, his hard, stiff cock, always with me haunting me, teasing me. I stood at the curb waiting for the traffic to ebb so I could pick my way along the ice packed sidewalk to my car. A car careened around the corner splashing me with a spray of frigid mud and salt, the bags I held in my arms gave way and the Christmas booty crashed onto the pavement. (more…)

It’s almost four in the morning, and I’ve woken up and can’t fall back asleep. I creep out of bed, shuddering as the chill air flirts across my bare chest, and walk softly to the kitchen. Blue-hued moonlight slides in through the windows, casting rays on the linoleum floor, pushing back the shadows. I cross the cupboard above the sink and remove a glass, fill it with water. I sip at the water as I stare out the window at the moon-lit yard below and clear my head of the day’s thoughts.

A noise behind me causes me to shift my focus. I turn and see you standing there, faded old t-shirt that hangs down below your waist the only thing you have on. As you step into the moonlight, I feel a stirring between my legs, and almost blush in the darkness, until I realize that you can’t see the growing bulge in my boxers. You step towards me, remove the glass from my hand and take a sip yourself. You place the now empty glass on the counter and as you do, I catch the briefest of glimpses of your exposed backside as the shirt you are wearing momentarily rises. You’re wearing nothing but a white thong underneath. My boxers are doing very little to hide myself from you, now, as you turn back to face me, closing the distance between us with each breath. You stand barely inches from me, your eyes glimmer in the darkness. (more…)

That sunlight on my face that morning would be the last of its kind. Radio reports said that a huge storm was brewing, and you made the decision then and there to pack up and head toward home. Little did I know that you had a little stop-over in mind.

As we broke camp and reloaded our vehicle, angry black clouds rolled across the sky. I begin to worry, as I always do, about the impending storm but your nonchalant attitude keeps me somewhat calmer than I would have normally been. You just grin and wink at me when I express my sorrow at our weekend ending so abruptly. I’m not quite sure what to make of that. (more…)

“Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Pam…happy birthday to you ….” the five of us sang in unison or the closest you could get to unison with 5 drunk women.

“Okay now you guys, come on ….1 … 2 …. 3 ….. lick, slam, suck!!!” Benita yelled after she had passed around another shooter to each of us.

“Uggg,” I shuddered as the Tequila shot down my throat for the 3rd time that night, “geez… I hate these things… can’t you get something that tastes better that that?” (more…)