“Hey! What are you doing here? I thought you had a date tonight,” Sam asked me, sitting next to me on the couch. “Well, I did have a date, but it didn’t work out.” “What happened?” he asked, brushing one of his slender hands through his hair. “Let’s see…we got to the restaurant, where he accidentally let it slip out that I was basically just a revenge date, and that he was hoping to run into his ex, because he just happened to know she was eating dinner there too. I excused myself to the bathroom, called a cab, and here I am,” I smiled at him. “What about you?…

The biggest challenge in pursuing my collection, obviously, has been finding new women to suck my cock. The internet has been quite useful in this respect, but very few of the women I’ve met that way have wound up in my journal. The reason isn’t that I didn’t get some very good blow jobs from these women. No, it has more to do with the fact that those entries would be almost identical. Yeah, there would be a different name and different face. And, of course, there are variations in where and how these women have gone down on me. But there would be very little background information about the…

For the past several months I had been training clients within a private facility located in the basement of a small clinic. It was ideal because they had tons of room, and charged me a small amount of rent for each client that I brought in. Since they also did not have anyone who could apply what they were prescribing their clients I had an ideal referral income stream from downstairs. The two owners were a couple of women named Laura and Sara. Laura was a skinny brunette who had finished school about five years earlier and just started back at the clinic after having her first child. Sara was…

A Fun Time Getting Laid and Rich! I pulled into the parking lot of the Cat’s Meow, a bordello on the road to Reno. There were five or six cars in the lot. They all looked classy. The building looked nice and very middle class. I had left the hotel an hour ago and felt satisfied despite the stifling heat. I just hoped the whore house was air conditioned well. I got out and walked to the door. Just as I got there the door opened and out came an Asian man. He was dressed in dark slacks and an open light colored shirt. I said hi and asked him…

(This isn’t a true story, but my hubby wants to play chess with me now…heehee) The chess game has simply become an excuse to stay in your company longer. The knight I hold in my hand feels warm where I have been rubbing it… Your father comes in the living room and says he is off to the store and would we like anything? You shake you head and he leaves. The house, which has never been empty of so many people, suddenly seems like a bubble of thick sensual air… You whisper, “checkmate,” and the room echoes the sound. The knight in my fingers falls in my lap… I…

“Hey Jace, what’re you up to tomorrow?” crackled Joey’s friendly voice over the phone line. “Going to the Concours. What else is there?” Jason replied with a laugh, not surprised at hearing from his best old car buddy. “I figured that and have a little proposition for you to consider.” “Shoot.” “You know that we’re taking four cars there tomorrow.” “Yeah. You were saying so the other day,” Jason commented remembering their phone conversation from a few days earlier. “Well, Little John’s mother-in-law passed away and he can’t make it. I was wondering if you would want to come along with the crew in his place.” It took Jason all…

Matt was 18 and falling behind with his studies and at risk of not getting onto his University course, so his parents enlisted a tutor for 1 to 1 additional lessons after hours. Miss Jones was late 20s and appreciated the extra income to supplement her junior teaching salary. As Sarah Jones walked up the front path to Matt’s house she knew that tonight would be risky and dangerous for her. But she was so excited. Already her pussy lips were swollen and slick in anticipation of what might happen. She was glad she had an extra pair of panties in her briefcase. Matt answered the door and as usual,…

I never would have bothered to lay Sara, if she hadn’t snubbed me. Sure she was a looker, tan and lean with long brown hair. She wore a sleek cream evening gown that clove to her body like a second skin. But there were many lookers that summer night by the pool, in the garden of the Carmichael Estate. A few models, that girl from all the action movies, plus countless dolled-up wannabes. It was the opener for Fairfield Styles, a glossy for the fashion crowd. My friend Bobby and I talked our way in at the door, as we always did. He waved his big old Canon DSLR —…

The music pumped loudly as I sat nursing my drink. Every time I come to these conferences there’s always one vendor that wants to throw the “hip” party at some trendy club… watching these middle-aged white guys gyrating like they’re having fits was hilarious, but getting boring. I was about to say my goodbyes when I saw her… did she come out of the back behind the bar? She must work here or something. Petite and slender, jet black hair with alabaster skin decorated with some magnificent ink, she is gorgeous. Did she just look at me? She did, and smiled. Smile back stupid! Man this girl is hot. She…

Author’s Note: There is special formatting representing an online dialogue and email messages below. The special formatting is in italics and is preceded by ‘>>’. The Boyfriend [Chapter 1] I needed a break. A break from the mundane, from the everyday, and yes, the responsibility. I love my baby girls, well, they aren’t babies anymore, to death, but being a single mom 24/7, 24/7, 24/7, week in and week out without hardly a break or a late night adult conversation, or dare I say more, is maddening. I love my life, but when I’m honest with myself, it isn’t what I thought my life was going to be. But, it…