After sixteen hours on the bus, I arrived in Tulsa, Oklahoma just before noon on a hot July day determined to find Charlie, actually Charlotte, but that’s not what I called her. I flew into Chicago and then took the long bus ride to Tulsa, wanting to experience Route 66. After almost two years of…
Angel Slut: Chapter Three Sisyphus Later, after taking a shower, I tried to sleep but couldn’t. All I could think of was Jesse and what a bastard he was for brushing me off after seducing me. I glanced at my digital clock and saw it was eight-thirty and decided to get dressed and go to…
Angel Slut: Chapter Two Sisyphus My light brown hair came down below my shoulders. I put on a little make up, a touch of lip gloss and a little mascara to emphasize my green eyes. The tight black skirt came down mid thigh and clung to my ass. My new silky white thong barely covered…
KATHY’S DINERÂ Sisyphus It was late and I had been driving for hours through the fog and drizzle. I was getting drowsy and in the middle of nowhere, it seemed. Nothing but trees and an occasional dark house were barely visible. The static on the car radio made listening to the jazz station annoying and the…
ADVENTURES AT AN ARTISTS’ COLONY Ch. 3Sisyphus After a wild night with the farmer’s daughter fantasy, we cuddled then fell asleep. I got up early and, after a light kiss on the cheek, went back to my cabin to start my day of writing. I was intrigued when she said her fantasy would make me…
ADVENTURES AT AN ARTISTS’ COLONY CH. 4Sisyphus I thought about the sexual adventure I was having with Angel, how wild, imaginative and honest it was. Role playing lets us be more uninhibited and explore places we might not otherwise go. I thought about how we played off of each other and got so fully into…
Adventures at an Artists’ Colony Sisyphus Chapter 2 Angel’s idea to get our writing done during the day and sharing fantasies in the evening was intriguing, so the next morning I slipped a note under her door telling her what my fantasy was in case she wanted to prepare for it. I wrote, “You’re the…
My Cleaning Girl Sisyphus When I saw the notice on the market bulletin board, “College Girl Cleans Houses– Responsible, Thorough and Fast,” I impulsively wrote down the number. It’s surprising how an idea hits you. I live alone in a small cabin in the woods, but I’m always so busy on my writing projects and…
TAKING THE FARMER’S WIFE Sisyphus It was a stormy summer night and I was lost. I could barely see through the rain pounding my windshield. Thunder rumbled and lightening cracked sending bright flashing bolts across the sky. It had been a hot humid day of driving and I should have arrived at my friend, Jake’s…