Tit-Job On The Road

Another week, another town, and another hotel. My business keeps me traveling, but at least that provides me with endless opportunities for one-night stands and meaningless sex. I’ve met some interesting people on my travels, that’s for sure.

Take this trip, for example. The hotel I’m in now is kind of small, and meagerly staffed. I called the number for room service, but it just rang and rang. So I figured I’d take a walk down to the restaurant and see what’s up. There was just one bored looking hostess behind the counter. Bored, but was she ever hot! She was in her early thirties, I’d say, slender, and wearing the standard issue black slacks and crisp white dress blouse. The blouse was definitely well filled out by her ample breasts. I’m not particularly a boob man, but I could tell they were full and shapely inside her blouse. Her brown hair was long and loose, and she had a friendly, open face that smiled with every feature. Her wide, sparkling brown eyes, her full lips, her glowing skin all had a friendly look to them. Read the rest of this entry »

The Apex

After a long romantic dinner we return to our room. I love having dinner with you because you and I always find something to discuss and we enjoy making fun of each other. This evening was no exception. Political and Religious banter were profuse. You even took the time to tell me, in detail, how unhealthy my meal was. I would have said this evening was just another wonderful evening with you but something was different. I noted your eye contact was intense this evening. You looked at me differently this evening and made comments complimenting the banalities of my character that I do not note. You seemed to look deeper into my eyes than you usually do and although you did not smile more than usual there Read the rest of this entry »

Monk & Natalie Ch. 01

“((This is my first attempt at erotica. I hope you enjoy the story.))”

The club was full of smoke.

Most clubs of this kind are; strobes and smoke do funny things to lighting, and seeing as this was a rave club where everyone played with various lighted toys in order to cause the rush of sensation most X-heads knew as “blowing up”, that made sense.

But me, I stood in the corner, arms crossed over each other. I didn’t feel like dancing yet. I don’t do drugs; I like to keep my mind clear. Besides, the adrenaline rush from dancing itself is more than enough for me. An unlit bidi was behind my ear; I had quit smoking, not long ago, but I intended to burn this later tonight. Bidi’s weren’t tobacco, so all was cool and good. Read the rest of this entry »

My Goddesses: A Memoir of the 70s

Part I

September 14,1977

Davi Bekke

In June of 1975, I was in graduate school in California, partway through a three-year course of studies in environmental science. As I was preparing to assemble my field work into a paper and oral presentation that would earn my degree, my personal, non-academic, life became…… interesting and wonderful. I use the word ‘wonderful’ here not so much to convey that it was just one hell of a great time, but to barely hint at the sense of wonder I felt being caught up in events and situations that were beyond my experience, control, or ability to analyze; and me the notorious analyzer of the unknown and uncertain. Who once boasted in a moment of intoxication that the three words no one would ever hear him say were: “I don’t know”. Always an opinion, often right - sometimes wrong; but never in doubt. Read the rest of this entry »

Lost Time Ch. 05

While Chris was visiting me, the sex was practically non-stop. We did it on the front porch numerous times, the kitchen counter, the back patio, in the laundry room, and at least once in every room of the house, not counting the bedroom, where to count how often would be impossible. We could not get enough of each other. We were consumed with passion, and even when we were sore and tired from all the sex, we would do it again.

In between those times, Chris and I talked about everything except where this relationship would go. Aside from words whispered during sex the first time, when he arrived, there was no more discussion of the matter, though I could tell that like me, Chris was thinking about it. Read the rest of this entry »

Hot Kisses Hotter Sex

Balanced between the magnetic pull of the moon and the never ending pounding of the tide. The stars winking in delight of two lovers as we lay under the stars, snuggled together warm and safe on a blanket. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of me, breathing in my sweet scent, feeling the beating of my heart, and the whisper of my soft breath on your neck as I lay my head on your shoulder. I trace slow lazy circles on your nipples with my fingertips, feeling your warm skin, feeling your strong arms around me. Read the rest of this entry »

Wants and Desires

I imagine a fantasy. A fantasy that we have spoken briefly to eachother about. One I have not yet experienced. It involves you, me, and a female friend. A female friend who is so far is faceless and nameless…

We have just finished dinner and have begun talking. A movie is in the background, but no one is watching, or cares. I am sitting in front of you as you know I like; my back to your chest, your breath at my neck. I relish the safety, the closeness. We are talking about our sexual likes, our dislikes. You know how much I want this. You also sense my growing fear. You whisper into my ear the question, “do you want this?” I respond with a quiet moan and a not so subtle movement to stroke your cock. You counter by keeping my arm in place so I will not run. Read the rest of this entry »

Twofer

The numbers came up wrong for the third time and I slammed my fist down on the desk. This taking work home thing was NOT going well. The budget forecast was due two days from now and I had three, maybe four days of work to do to get it done. I heard the front door open and heard someone walk in. Glancing out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ashley walk in from her shopping trip and waved over my head.

“Wow,” she said. “Nice to see you, too.” She had that hurt tone in her voice, so I put down my pencil and swiveled in my chair. Read the rest of this entry »

Truth or Dare on a Winter’s Night

Foolish me. I was the one who suggested the game. There were four of us: myself, my wife Verna, Steve, and Steve’s girlfriend Faye. We had planned to have a quick dinner at Steve’s, then go to the Blue Jackets’ game. But by the time we got to Steve’s place, the roads were icing up so badly that we decided to scrap the game and stay at Steve’s.

After a delicious dinner of spaghetti and Caesar salad, Steve herded us all into his family room and popped a tape into the VCR. It was a video he had made when he and Faye had vacationed in Jamaica several months earlier. Read the rest of this entry »

The Lesson Ch. 02

“Written by Romane. Translated by Her Solitary Dreamer”

Miss Sexy Voice then led me toward another part of the room, and made me sit on the ground, with legs spread and my hands on my back. I felt some hands, from somewhere behind me, come to rest on my breasts, just as some men were ejaculating on me. A young woman caressed my breasts, allowing the watery sperm to run between her fingers and my nipples. I do not know how many people came on me, but when I was spread out on a bench, I was completely drenched with cum. Read the rest of this entry »