Rat-a-tat-tat! The banging on the back door could only mean one thing; Tommy was here to visit with Jimmy. Without waiting for an answer, Tommy popped open the screen door and marched into the kitchen. “Jimmy around,” he asked? “I’m sorry, Tom, but Jimmy and his dad went shopping for a new bike,” replied Mrs.
A rustle of wind blows in from the surrounding trees, making me look up expectantly to the deep blackness of the night. I yearn that HE might appear. I dream of his gorgeous, tanned body. I imagine him walk out of the darkness and into the clearing of my campsite, the campsite of this frail
One day I was talking to me friend Enzos Niki and brought the subject up. Enzos Niki had never read such a story before. Since we were at my house, I got the magazine out and let her read it. She didn’t get as turned on as I did, but said that she’d like to
I become a porno star. You should know that I’m neither a recovering nymphomaniac nor an amateur easy-after-a- few-drinks-take-me-home-and-have-your-nasty-way-with-me nymphomaniac. Instead, I’m an ardent, unabashed, full- fledged, let-it-all-hang-out, celebrating, practicing, sucking, fucking, raging, roaring, whoring nymphomaniac. Mrs. Goddard looks very different out of her lacy see- through chemise and back in her librarian’s glasses, a
Angel sighed deeply, her mouth slightly pursed as the air pushed out over her lips. She had been preparing for this for so long, and now it was so much that she could barely restrain herself. Tom was behind her, leaning against the club wall, his arms wrapped around her as he kissed the back