Watching my wife dress never fails to send a tingle through my loins. And tonight I was getting a special treat. It was my 40th birthday and Stacey agreed to wear a slinky little dress bought just for the occasion. At the bathroom sink I was pretending to wash. Really I was watching. Watching my
That one, exciting, erotic, wonderful, terrible, excellent night. I never thought I’d get laid at 19. I didn’t think I was ready. I thought I’d stop myself before I went too far. But I didn’t. It started out innocently enough. I was on a date with my new girlfriend, Carrie. She was a year older
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
She gazed out the hospital window at the familiar scenery below. Vast fields of green and gold sprawled out to the horizon. The August sun beat down upon the asphalt of the highway running in the foreground; the radiating heat turned passing cars into mirages. The hospital was always cool; conditioned to a comfortable 72
Tracy opened her eyes as a door slammed shut, startled into a confused consciousness, momentarily uncertain of where she was laying. The stale smell of unwashed clothes made Tracy grimace and turn away. “8:40” glowed in red on the night stand. “Shit,” she muttered, lifting her head off the thin pillow. A dingy white sheet