Going Black at the Park My name is Steve, I am 41, and in a long-term relationship with a wonderful woman. I am also bisexual. My girlfriend does not know this side of me. I am 6’2 240 pounds, a little heavyset, clean shaven, I had started losing my hair in my twenties and as a result I keep my head permanently shaved. We have been dating for about 10 years, and prior to meeting her I had had many experiences with men. Since we have been dating however I have only occasionally indulged in my sexual urges with other men. Whenever I would have the urge to be with…

The next day, Jack and I had a lunch date with his sister and her husband. Steve and Diane had been trying to get her pregnant for four years, and in the last 2 years they had undergone a series of fertility and IVF treatments. So far, no luck, and Jack had told me that they were beginning to consider finding a surrogate to carry a baby for them. Jack and I had discussed it,and we invited them to lunch to offer my services as their surrogate. Over the 14 months we’d been involved, my relationship with Jack had deepened. From the beginning, we had recognized that we shared a…

edited by Starglyderz * * * * * In the time it took her to get into the car, the rain had started and she was soaked. On the drive home she ran into some heavier rain and had to pull off the side of the road to wait out the downpour. She only sat there 10 minutes when she saw flashing lights behind her. When a knock on her window came, she turned to look a cop standing there in the eyes. Rolling down the window she asked, “Yes sir what seems to be the problem officer?” “Miss you need to come with me please, the road ahead has…

I was 45 years-old, now single, after having been married and divorced twice before, the second divorce about six months earlier… I’d never found relationship break-ups easy, no matter whether doing the dumping or being dumped. After a grieving process and when I thought I was ready, I joined an eastern suburbs social club. This social club was exactly that, nothing more, nothing less. And it was an adventure. A new challenge in my life. A place to meet people and to go to various activities. A first step in rebuilding my life. As I’d healed from the effects of dissolution of my second marriage, I was getting more comfortable…

Please read “The First Taste,” which is the first one leading up to this. Believe it or not, all of this is based on real life. I hope you enjoy it, and I love hearing from readers. ********* About fucking time. It had finally happened – my roommate was leaving for the weekend. She had gone home for Christmas, same as me, and she had paired up with this guy she knew in high school. After finding this out, it took me about five seconds flat to call Matt and ask him to visit. It took him even less time to agree. As I said, I had been home for…

The following morning was one of those bittersweet days, happy to be going home yet sorry to see a wonderful trip end. This, of course, was doubly true for Kenny and, particularly. Linda. They realized that last night was probably the last time they would sleep together, and, as they had sex in the morning, they had no idea when, or if, they would dothatagain. For that matter, there was the question of just what their relationship would be when they got home. Linda had lain awake for a long time last night, trying to ?gure out just what shedidwant. There was another six weeks of school left, and she…

That afternoon the rain never seemed to stop. I was kind of stuck indoors, looking out through the window, hitching to go out and do something away from being tied down alone in the house. And I had listened to my favourite music over and over again until I could listen no more. Not even the daytime TV had anything interesting to offer, but then I looked at the video recorder and decided perhaps there was something that could offer a break to the boredom that I was suffering. I searched along the shelf at the videocassettes. One by one I looked at their covers and one by one I…

In the deepest recesses of the night she stalked her prey. He was the perfect mate that she had been searching for. His muscular legs stretched and strained against the soft leather caressing his flesh as he bent to examine the tracks she had purposely left for him only moments ago. His whole body was liquid, a perfect mixture of grace, agility and strength the force of which poured over her with each movement that it made, making her body ache despite the distance between them. Knowing neither of them would be able to rest until he had finished his hunt she carefully changed into her most provocative dress and…

The clock had just struck midnight when she got back to her small apartment, she just came back from a gathering of friends at one of those pubs that offer a live band. She felt tired, and loathed coming back home alone, she had a tingling that cannot be satisfied easily. She washed up the aftermath of the night and made her way to the kitchen to make some warm tea, sipping it alone in the kitchen thinking about where her boyfriend was doing now. She’s been missing him a lot since he has left town, it never felt the same to her without him. She told herself that she’d…

Please note: All characters in this story are of legal age. Whenever I hear the word ‘motherfucker’ I think of Ronnie Drury. Five years older than me he was the guy we younger guys all looked up to without ever really knowing why. Big physically, athletic, and brash in the way he talked, he was the antithesis of me. I was a nerd before the term was fashionable and stood out in our working class neighbourhood for all of the wrong reasons. For some unfathomable reason, he liked to call me ‘rookie’. My sole cache with the group was that I had a good looking Mom. A very good looking…