The day it all started everything seemed normal to the point of mundanity. As he entered he noted the familiar smell of pot-pourri that seems to cling to all charity shops. He looked around the rails of secondhand clothing dominated as usual by female garments. His eyes searched swiftly and he saw the shelves of…
It has been many years since I first passed through the Obsidian Gate. All has changed since that day. New Gods came with their followers’ swords. They threw down the Sultan and beheaded him. Everything they remade in their image. What was once a temple is now a brothel for the powerful, a place where…
It’s middle of the night. Moonlight streams through the window, flickering light into the dark corners of the room. Sleepily I turn over, dozing, half awake, half asleep. Only a thin cotton sheet covering our naked forms. Your gorgeous body lying next to me, hidden by the sheet. Sleepily I reach out for you, wanting…
“Here, take this. I want you to be safe. “ With that, my husband handed me a condom. Actually, I don’t know why he bothered. I’m not going to need it. He’s truly kidding himself if he thinks that I will be having sex tonight with somebody else. “Dress up seductively”, he told me as…
This story is written from the viewpoint of my ex-wife, Karen, when she was 31 years old. As we were sitting in the airport on the way back to Chicago after our vacation in Cancun, I said to Sarah, my friend from work, “I can tell you REALLY liked that waiter guy. Hell, you’re single,…
Rhonda felt dizzy, short of breath and incredibly aroused. She clung to her boyfriend Eric as they kissed on his couch. He had her pressed back against the arm rest, one hand on her hip the other on the back of her neck as if afraid she was going to pull away. His tongue was…
As I was walking home to my apartment, I saw a woman holding a sign. She wasn’t promoting some nearby business, but she wasn’t homeless either. As I neared her, I noticed two things. The first thing- she was fucking gorgeous. Her hair was long, onyx and sleek like the coat of a panther. Her…
Soulmate got under my skin, Come now upon my flesh. For I would take you deep within Where lust and love enmesh. Soft, hot touch of skin on skin, The drum beats of my heart Speak of hotter life within I would to you impart. Petals’ touch so velvet soft With stem stiff as a…
Would you dare play Cyrano To a cyberotic Roxanne?As words alone between us flow,Stir lust like love letters can. Your faults are hid behind a bush.You’re false but still commandMy heart to beat, my cheek to flush; Folly’s fervent fire you’ve fanned. I sent messages, goodness knows,I’d better sense, you’d think.My lusty scents from them aroseLike perfumed pages’ ink. Can sex scent the ether net rideLike spirits in the wind?For my wanton…
Jack London Square in Oakland is an interesting place. By day it is a shopping and gathering spot for people who work downtown. In the late afternoon and night it becomes totally different. My favorite place to stand and observe people is Doggy Diner. You can get just about anything at this Doggy Diner food,…
Lovers have their ways. Especially us. The romantic part of us preferred breathless phone conversations and instant messages that were just shy of a sexual invitation. The sentimental part of us tended to lounge into each other’s wavelength, fantasizing about our wonderful life ahead of us, just barley born. The perverted us, however, has a…
Lizzy’s hands wrung together as she stood there. The skin on her hands was beginning to turn red at the contact. Despite the motion of her hands, one could easily see them shaking slightly. Her nails were painted a soft green color that accented her outfit of the evening. If one was to look at…
The economics of sex are interesting. Sometimes we marry for sex. That can cost millions. We take ladies to dinner. We buy drinks. We pay for prostitites (although I never have). And we invite women to join us on exotic trips. Even if we don’t spend a lot of money, sometimes we spend hours of…
Part One of Cardiac Arrest, the love story of a man torn between his girlfriend and his best friend. John’s girlfriend had decided that sex was no longer important in their relationship. It was a relationship that had become all about cuddling and his girlfriend falling asleep, leaving him horny, lonely and disappointed night after…
I’ve been to Paris several times before this, but only now do I understand why it deserves to be called the City of Lights. Maybe it’s the warmth of the gentle summer breeze, maybe it’s the lingering darkness of the deep red wine on our tongues, but more likely it’s the beauty of the girl…