Wet Weekend

I’ve been married for two years now, and work as a nurse in my husband’s office. He’s an internist, and we have one other doctor and the office assistant with us. It’s a lot of hard work, but we love taking care of our patients and it’s very rewardin

Cream

Her hand shook as she reached for the cold metal door knob of the coffee house. The unusual Memphis winter had brought snow earlier in the day. The cold appeared to have been collected in this one door handle and it scalded her hand with it’s fiery c

Spit-Roasted

It’s a question I’m often asked when people find out, ‘How did it all start? When did you and your husband become swingers? How did it all begin?’ Of course being something of an exhibitionist I don’t mind telling them about the ‘First time.’ There w

Double-Decker

They say you never forget your first time and in my case that is certainly true, mind you it was a little different from the normal furtive coupling behind a bike shed or under jackets at a party, the memories of that experience will stay with me for

Wet

It was day two of our fabulous weekend together. I lay in your arms feeling secure and content. I turn to you and kiss your forehead lightly. You stir and tighten your hold on me, pulling me closer. I’ve never felt better. I ask myself how can it p

Finally

It was late, I was getting sleepy. My drumline (I’m the drum captain) was over at our instructor, Josh’s house. He had invited us over that night to watch DCI videos with him. I looked over to the blond guy sitting on the couch to my right. Josh is a

Al’s Captive Part II

I hung around with Al for the next couple of days, my parents nevervbcrlfeven noticed I was gone. They must’ve won a lottery or something, becausevbcrlfthey had money for some decent booze, not the nasty shit they usually got.vbcrlfKnowing them, it w

Al

He was watching her the day the strangers moved into the old McNeelyhouse. It was a large, rambling house: Mr. McNeely had spent a lifetime adding onto the old house until it looked like a strange hodgepodge ofstrangley connected rooms. Others in the

Paying for It

Sister Mary Francis hurried down the dark corridor while silently cursing herself, “Damn, I’m late again, I hope Mother Superior isn’t there yet!!!” Opening the large creaking door at the rear of the sanctuary, twenty sets of eyes turned to see who w

Diane’s Birthday

Diane was definitely hot. I first saw her at the annual flea market. Honestly, it wasn’t intentional but I kept running into her. I know that I was checking her out and was fairly certain that she was doing the same. Her eyes and smile hinted at a na