I met Nina the summer I worked as a waiter at Pocmont Lodge, a glitzy, somewhat seedy resort in the Pocono Mountains. It was a good way to earn a lot of money in ten weeks to help pay for college because we worked for room and board and got good tips. All the waiters…
The Summer I Met Nina: Part 2 Walking in the bright moonlight back to the bunk house, thinking about Nina and how after days of our feeling attracted, we had crossed a precarious threshold. I wondered where this would lead, how would we act tomorrow, how would we hide from her parents, what would happen…
****This has bi-sexual male components. If it’s not your thing, don’t read.**** The foursome fucked well into the night and next morning. Both men had their cocks in all six of the women’s holes; one just as good as the next. When it was time to part, it was with great reluctance on all parts….
Playing Games Sisyphus Note: This is an experiment in telling a story through dialogue. Hope it works for you. “Come here!” ”No, Why the fuck should I? “You know why, so don’t play games, miss!” “Look who’s talking about playing games. You’re pathetic.” “Pathetic! You’re the one who’s drunk and horny.” “Me! Oh really! That…
Meeting Hannah Again Sisyphus I hadn’t seen or heard from Hannah since the last time I was in New York to do a poetry reading at the public library. That was two years ago and now I was back to do a reading at Barnes and Noble from my recently published book, Morning Songs. Hannah…
Meeting Hannah Sisyphus I hadn’t been to New York City in over twenty years, and in fact, rarely leave my off the grid cabin in Maine for any cities. I shop at a local food co-op in our small town, pick up mail at the post office, sometimes get a bowl of soup or a…
It was late one spring evening in this busy southern university town. The night air was already hot and humid. Sounds of the night echoed in the background as Josh stood in the doorway. The hot humid air did not circulate and hung heavy like an encompassing weight draped over his body. The musty aroma…
HORNY Sisyphus “I’m so fucking horny I can’t stand it,’’ I said when I got home from the cafĂ© where I waitress. I lit a joint and took a hit. “I need it bad!” I said, knowing getting high gets me even hotter and felt that itch in my pussy that drives me crazy. I…
Tyler and I strolled into the party, and everyone’s heads turned to look at us per usual. We were an odd sort of couple. Tyler, strong and forever angry looking, and me tall, skinny, and never without a half smirk on my face. I was wearing a cut off t-shirt that showed my tan stomach,…
ANGEL SLUT Chapter OneSisyphus I knew what I wanted and I was going to get it. That’s why I moved to Boston. I had to get away from my small red-neck hometown in Maine where everyone knew me as the good girl who always did what was expected. Now I was going to let loose,…
Rolling in the Hay Sisyphus I wanted to get away from my old routine and decided on an adventure. “Why not,” I said, wanting to add a new chapter to my life and two days later, took off. I had been working my way west in my beat up Subaru taking one day at a…
I would lay beside you, always touching you, your hand in mine, our shoulders touching. Then you sit between my legs, your back against my chest, sharing the same view, hearts mere inches from each other. I am free to kiss your neck,and nibble your ear, free to stroke your tummy,and to smell your hair….
My name is Scotty and I decided to take my vacation this year in Maui, Hawaii. I am a nudist and my friends told me about a great nude beach here on the islands called Little Beach. He pulled his car into the parking lot, his skin trembled with lust. He got his stuff out,…
This is a story about my first time ever to be with a black man, it happened over four years ago and I still remember it like it was just yesterday. Ferguson is an old friend of my husband’s. They went to the same university but a few years apart and met at an alumni…
ADVENTURES AT AN ARTISTS’ COLONY Sisyphus Chapter One When I arrived at Hickory Run, an artists’colony in New York State, my intent was to have a two week writing retreat with no distractions so I could finish my novel. The setting was perfect, a small log cabin tucked in a grove of trees with a…