"Summer School snacks were never this good..."
Mr. Tracey blots away the beads of sweat that accumulate on his brow with a polka dot hanky. He folds it into a neat square and slides it back into the breast pocket of his faded denim blazer. He looks...
"Getting stood up and having the night turn out better than planned."
This was my third time trying to get drinks with him, and he texts me he cannot make it… again. Stood-up, does no one find me attractive? Three martinis later a god of a man walks in. 6’2”, red hair...
"My first costume pary and being pimped out"
You have heard about my first day in San Diego and how much fun I had allowing 4 men to use my body for their sexual enjoyment. Now we fast forward to 4 months later, when I attended my first...
"The fourth story in a series of stories told from the perspective of my older friend Gary aka 67Goat"
Change has a way of passing slowly through a small Pennsylvania town, like an old man window shopping on a Sunday afternoon. As in previous years, the summer of 1967 rolled in with little in the way of fanfare. There...
"I felt his hand move to caress my breast, and in an instant he was inside my bra."
I looked in the rearview mirror. Yes, there he was, coming up to pass me again. We had been playing this little game of leapfrog for some miles now, and it had somehow taken on a life of its own....