Harold looks forward to a blowjob from his wife.
I did not mean for it to happen.
I finally became aware of his true power.
A morning shower ends unexpectedly.
Sure most of us have taken driver's ed, but...
A couple consoles a grieving widower.
She had promised me something "special".
She fucking died right there on top of him.
I saw my sister's friend asleep on the couch.
Letter from a political hatchet...no ah, a concerned citizen.
Jailbait. Harry had to smile at the term.
Angela fondly recalls a wonderful Halloween Evening.
John recalls the events of that one summer.
She began preparations for the State Dinner and perhaps more.
At 70 mph and faster they listen to a favorite song and...
Valerie offers another way to pass the test.
He was a lucky man, manager for Nude Miss America.
Despite an afternoon fist fight, he comes home to his wife.
The wet stain in the crotch immediately drew my attention.
It was an impossible thought that we could ever meet. yet...
As I read I felt her unfasten my pants and then my zipper.
I guess I shouldn't have stared at the attractive Latina.
Relaxing in her backyard, she suddenly hears the chainsaw.
My kid sister signs me up for some clean up.
He looked at it as more a calling than anything else.
What really happened in that park restroom?
Mrs. Maggot patiently awaits the return of her husband.
He was torn between one battlefield and the next.
Johnny watched her head bobbing in his lap.
The Air Conditioning Serviceman was a woman.
On Saturday my girlfriend introduced me to her asshole.
Pondering on Arthur Clarke's 31-word Universe ending story.
Sex through the analytical view of a theoretical physicist?
Porter stood at the door with a feeling of apprehension.
It was late, very late when I sat next to her at the bar.
Sean watches the video of his wife once again.
Harry gets a Valentine card, then watches a couple celebrate.
He came with the night wind, an arctic front descending...
Finding panties in his house, he dreams of his ex-girlfriend.
Anne Sexton's poetry reading becomes something more.
It was ballet, the marriage of pure rhythm, perfect form.