Bassline Surrender (145 BPM)

"From club bassline to ruined sofa, two women push into desperation, deliberate wetting, and more than one kind of surrender."

The bass pounded my chest at 145 beats per minute. Sweat and expensive perfume mixed with a whiff of weed in the air. Strobe lights cut the club into sharp flashes, turning everyone into a series of freeze frames, arms...

Soaked In Secret

"A crowded commute ends in hot leaks and hidden ecstasy."

The first thing that hits me as I enter the bus is the almost overpowering smell: wet coats and cheap body spray; the sharp supermarket citrus smell that stings the back of my throat, and I know I'm already in...

Joan And Cuckold Husband On Vacation To Tease And Please-Chapter Five-Part-Two

"Joan's mind is filled with wild erotic thoughts as the door slams shut and she is shoved to her knees."

The rowdy, sweaty beach ball players had taken Joan from the beach up the wooded path to the men's bathroom. They pushed Joan into the men's bathroom, slammed the door shut, and locked it. With Joan still appearing to struggle,...

Cassie’s Wet Dreams: Boston Marathon, April 17, 1972

"Layla, you’ve got me on my knees. Layla, I’m begging darling please. Layla, darling won’t you ease my worried mind…"

Cassie drove south from Maynard on Route 27, then east on Route 9 into Wellesley, and was mildly disappointed that Routes 3 and 1 weren’t part of the itinerary. Neil Young and Linda Ronstadt were belting out Heart of Gold...

Cassie’s Wet Dreams: Boston Bruins, May 10, 1970

"Bobby Orr, behind the net to Sanderson—Orr! Bobby Orr! And the Boston Bruins have won the Stanley Cup!"

Cassie had noticed an empty seat behind the goal during the third period and then snuck down during the following intermission, giving her a front row seat for possibly the most iconic moment in the history of Boston sports. She...

Cassie’s Wet Dreams: Woodstock, August 16-17, 1969

"We are stardust. We are golden. We are billion-year-old carbon. And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden."

Cassie saw a space on the side of the road, thanked the heavens, and pulled over and parked. After driving all the way from Boston, her VW Beetle was threatening to overheat, and she did not want to get stuck...

Lake Ossipee (Part 3 of 3)

"Cassie and Kevin bring their summer romance to a climactic finish."

Saturday, August 10, 1968Dear Mamó,I’ve been secretly loosening my asshole over the past couple of weeks, starting with a finger, then working up to a carrot, then finally a banana. I figured it's already pretty pliable because I take such...

Lake Ossipee (Part 2 of 3)

"Cassie and Kevin drink a lot of beer, then Cassie keeps on drinking."

Friday, July 05, 1968Dear Mamó,Last night there were fireworks over the lake, then some fireworks inside the cabin, if you know what I mean! Just kissing and cuddling, though. I know you were a fast girl when you were my...