When I first arrived here from Taiwan with my husband in 1975, we were desperately poor. Lu worked fourteen hours a day, I worked six, and we lived in a tiny camping trailer that was up on blocks on a little plot off a country road. The first winter was very hard, we’d never experienced
Natalie Bradshaw was a juvenile delinquent. At least, that’s what her mother called her all the time. She didn’t mean to get into trouble; it just seemed to happen to her. Maybe it was the friends she hung out with, like her Mom kept saying. But she liked Livia and Brad, and she wasn’t going
Jenny Gallagher was painfully shy. She was the kind of girl you could be in a class with all semester and never realize she was there until the last day of class, when she tripped on a desk leg or sneezed during the final. She was a nonentity at my high school. One day I
My Pop’s in the oil business, so he’s often away from home for months at a time while he supervises explora- tion in the Venezuelan rainforest. I suppose we could all move down there, but our life is here, and he won’t be working in the jungle forever. So here we stay in Houston, my
We grew up near the beach, mom was always a looker dad was average but a good provider his only problem was he drank too much. Many times his friends would bring him home too drunk to walk usually after the bars closed. Mom would often need to go outside to get him. His friends
Karen Stark awoke at the sound of her boyfriend, Joe, gargling in the bathroom. He’d been up for the better part of an early morning hour while she slept to the sounds of his preparations for leaving. They had been seeing each other for nearly a year. A mutual friend had brought them together because,
Maryanne sat down on the sofa in shock. “Let me get this straight. You actually want me to let Todd fuck me?” Her husband, Don, nodded without a smile and said, “Yeah, I do. He is our best friend and has been doing without sex ever since Margot left him. He’s in bad shape.” “I
I will never know how I got into all this. I was an eighteen year old senior in high school ready to graduate in a couple weeks. My grades were good, my ACTs and SATs were great. I had applied to three really good colleges and been accepted by all three. I had chosen the
What follows is an extract from the diaries of my French grandfather who died after a long, full, amorous life at the age of 90 in 1992. He willed the diaries to me his youngest grandchild because I had followed in his footsteps as a journalist. The diaries are full of erotic encounters and I
Plunging into his wife, Audrey, for the second time that night should have been easy for Norman. At 42 years of age, he was a slightly balding, but lean advertising executive. His chest and stomach were firm but not muscular. He knew his appearance was unexceptional. It was in performance that he excelled. Norman prided
Men are strength incarnate: they are courage bound up in muscle – bulging eternally, in any situation, tirelessly, sweating. Men are combative by nature and heroic by design. They surge with passion, commanding obedience to their will – which erupts bold ideas from the hard terrain of masculine flesh. They are not weak. They do
The Company Christmas Party is always at Gutheries. We have dinner in one of the private rooms out back and then move to the bar to see which one of the guys is going to make a fool of himself. This year it was my husband. I saw him standing next to her and wondered
I spotted him across the room at the bar, waiting for a beer. I made my way over and ordered another Fuzzy Navel. I wanted to get plowed and have some rip-roaring fun tonight. “Hey there, good looking,” I said to this fabulous looking guy. He turned towards me and said, “Hi back atchya.” “What
There is a secretary at work that is somewhat of a ‘shared girl’, meaning that her secretarial services are split, or shared, between a couple of offices at my end of the building. She is probably almost 10 or 15 years older than me, making her to be about in her mid to late 50’s.
My car ran out of gas 10 km from the nearest gas station. Cursing my luck (and overconfidence), I coasted to a stop in front of a farm house. I decided to let the owner of the house know I was planning on returning to my car soon or to see if he could possibly