"My First Love"
Be me, Thomas Murphy, a seventeen-year-old high school senior living in the California Bay Area.It was the first day of my senior year of wrestling, and Coach Barton had me getting all the novices organized. According to Coach, as one...
"Contemplating Angela’s first foursome leads to a threesome. Part 1 (of 3)."
As we lay cuddling each other in our bed after the momentous day Angela had with catching her peeping toms in the act, little did we realised that it was almost 8 in the evening. Time had just blown by...
I had finished cleaning my room when Anita knocked on the door and said, “Referral for you.” I walked into Anita’s office and saw her standing next to a professionally dressed black woman who seemed about ten or twelve years...
"Katherine or Catalina, kiss me, bésame"
Katherine sat quietly, reflectively outside the cafe, at an al fresco table. It was a cool autumn day in October but it was still warm and bright enough to need no sweater and to wear her sunglasses. "Misty" was playing softly and unobtrusively in the...
"An older man learns an unexpected lesson from a younger woman when going back to university"
“Speed it up, old man!”The spiral staircase ahead of me was pissing me off for a couple of reasons. First, it was narrow and long, and I was getting dizzy climbing it. Second, I didn’t know how many flights of...
"A blast from the past transforms my life…"
Back in the nineteen sixties, when I was a kid, all the PC (politically correct) crap that infests the world today simply didn’t exist. In those days, if a kid was stupid, as many of us were, people simply accepted...
"Fulala, captured by slavers, is rescued by a Naval Lieutenant."
It seemed to be forever that we had been searching for the slavers. In fact, for five weeks now, we had been cruising the southern islands of the Caribbean. We had sighted them once, two ships close to the horizon,...
"Fuck, Date, Break Up, Backslide, Repeat."
It’s been so long, and here we are again. Every fucking time. Ignoring the angry popping of hot oil, we fuck – locked together and writhing breathlessly on the kitchen floor, gasping for air all the while. This second, we’re...
I finished drying my hands as she put the last dish on the drying rack. She put her hand on my upper arm and said, “Let’s have a glass of wine and chat.” I smiled back at her smile, pleasantly...
"It isn't Tracey, but Tracey's Mom who watches me intently from the darkness"
"I hear she's a divorcee with a teen-age daughter," Mom hisses to one of her Love-Street friends in a voice dripping with disapproval.My parents have owned a lakefront cottage in the Love Street development for as long as I can...