“But, you know, maybe I’m not cut out for this. I mean, an 85. What kind of professor will I be if I keep making 85’s on my exams?” I stared across the dinner table at my boyfriend Roger, willing him to shut up, just for a second. He had been prattling on about his…
This story is acontinuation of Boys, and Girls, and Boys Part 1 “So…what happened?” Roger looked at me, then looked down at his lunch tray. “Jack’s moving out of the dorm. Moving into his fraternity house.” “He freaked out, didn’t he?” I asked, sitting across from him. “He said it was too much for him….
This is the follow up to Punish Me. You don’t have to read it first, but it’ll give you a richer picture… Robin woke up and stretched. She grimaced, feeling how her thighs ached as her legs straightened and stretched the full length of the bed. For a moment she wasn’t quite sure why she…
I’ve travelled most of my career. The first few years it was mostly by air and, of course, I was met with flight delays, bad weather, lost luggage, all the wonderful things that air travel brings in such abundance. The last ten years or so, however, I have been responsible for a much smaller geographical…
Our next door neighbor got her boobs done and it rather changed the way my wife and I got along with her. And we got along quite well. And quite often. Our best friends in our neighborhood are Sara and Norm. They’ve lived right next door to us for seven years now, ever since they…
Our romantic weekend didn’t start so well for my wife and I. On the Friday night after checking in to the hotel I had booked, she seemed pretty pissed off that the hotel wasn’t as fancy as I had led her to believe. ‘Boutique’ is what it had said in the info. ‘Grotty’ is how…
As I watched the two girls walk out of the strip club, Ginger following after them a few minutes later, I knew there would be a story worth hearing. Just as Ginger was passing the door I was standing beside, I stopped her for a moment with my hand on her arm. “Hey, Ginny,” I…
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It was Thursday, Maria and I had a date to go to Berkeley looking in some art galleries. Maria called and was running late, but said the door was open and I should come over. I drove to her house, parked in the driveway and entered. She was not downstairs, so I walked up to…
I was riding my bike home from work through downtown. It was a warm night, almost midnight, and I was taking my time. It was Friday night and I had no classes tomorrow but it was three days until payday and I was broke. I really didn’t want to go home … there was nothing…
New York City in the spring is the best time to visit the city. The urban landscape fraught with metal and steel and concrete set ablaze by Time Square’s symphony of sounds and firework electric displays can’t help but make you feel alive! Mandi had just arrived at JKF airport for business. It was her…
I once spent a short time working in a “gentlemen’s club” as a bouncer. Not because I’m particularly large, but because I’m strong enough to calm down the drunks if necessary. I had the pleasure of working in this club with a lovely girl named Ginger. She was the most popular stripper in the place…
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This happened Wednesday. There was a big parade in San Francisco for the Giants baseball team to celebrate winning the World Series. Maria, Karen and I decided to skip the parade and spend the day in Half Moon Bay looking for a new friend. We drove over the hills on Highway 92 into Half Moon…
I woke up with a bit of a hangover and a smile plastered across my face. I could smell sex in my room, and my mind replayed video tidbits of the previous evening. Lori and I had done body shots and had enjoyed each other in a vigorous bout of drunken-tequila-girl-sex. She’d asked me for…
A ray of sun broke through a crevice in my window, shining directly on my face. I covered myself up with the blanket trying to get a few more minutes of sleep. RING… RING… RING… My alarm clock blared. “Damn it.” I muttered. It seemed like only a minute ago it was 11:00 p.m. I…
“I’m just saying, he’s too old for my baby,” Cecile stated, staring at her best friend, Angela. “Anastacia is not a baby. She’s 21, for Christ’s sake. And so what if he’s a few years older than her. A mature man can help her…” “Can take advantage of her…. All my baby knows is sports…