""Swinging for the fences," Harry shouts, barreling up his big bat"
Crossing 45th Street with Eva. We’re friends. Close friends. Like me, Eva bats from both sides of the plate. Her words. Not mine. Eva’s a baseball nut.Unlike me, she’s hot. Early 20s. Looks younger. Pert and pixie. Eyes follow her tight...
"Oh, My! Sweet as Honeypie"
Years ago, I registered for a weekend workshop called “Tantric Yoga for Women” at an Ashram in the Catskills. It’s the kind of silly thing a single academic sometimes does with her spare time. Only it wasn’t so silly, after...
"She'd never been touched, until the summer she visited her Aunt's cattle ranch"
By my 17th Birthday, I was on the verge of outgrowing my C-cup. When people thought I was out of ear-shot, I heard words like "well-endowed," "nubile" and "voluptuous." But appearances, as they say, can be deceiving. Between sports, a...
"I moved my chair to where I could watch without being noticed. It felt deliciously pervy!"
The summer I turned 17, my family moved to a McMansion development called Quail Run. My new neighbor Henry -- whose window faced mine across a narrow strip of grass -- was legendary for his resemblance to a young Brad...
"Sarah grew up four doors down. She was the Tom boy, I was the girly girl."
By High School I had developed more curves than Mulholland Drive, while Sarah never wore bra--or needed one. I was the one that all the boys hit on, but Sarah was the sexual adventurer. She was the first to let...