Joe knew what the cons were trying to do. Girly him up so he'd turn gay. Well, they could take their best shot, make him suck a million dicks, fuck his ass silly, but he'd still be as straight as all hell when he got out in less than nine months. There was no way he was ever going to like doing it. No way whatsoever!
When Jen ran into a money problem, I wished she had called me, but she didn't. Instead, she listened to Curtis' wild idea. He knew ten guys, he told her, who always rented what they called, their "hospitality" suite, whenever they had a company convention. All they needed was a woman to provide the hospitality! Curtis told her, "For a few hours work, Jen, you can earn yourself..."
This is the raunchy story of me playing at interviewer with her... after the fact!
Jack and I had gotten away with the perfect murder, so why did I feel so shitty? And, as Jack had said, "The bitch deserved it!" She did, if anyone did, so why did I feel so shitty? The police were at a complete dead end, no closer now to solving it than they were last week. So why did I feel so shitty? I just did is all.
The luscious, highly oversexed Malomar Twine. My Malomar Twine. Our Malomar Twine. That Malomar Twine! Maybe that's why I feel so shitty . . .
Sue's marriage was as stale as stale can get. Perhaps her friend, Sara had the answer.
"Fuck it, Sue, take a lover! I did and he's fantastic. No! He's beyond fantastic. He's . . . he's . . . he's magical!" Sara had a dream-like look on her face. "I've never been happier. My marriage is better and my spirits are too." Seeing the look on Sue's face she added, "Oh, don't look so shocked. It's not as if the thought never entered your mind now, is it?" Sue nodded very slightly.
True snippets and vignettes from a lifetime of doing the naughty. From subway car sex to a naked man in a Christmas tree to the world's best poker game, these real-life tales will tickle your funny bone - you know, the thing that swings between your knees. Enjoy!
Plain Jane Laura, had the real hots for her neighbor, the hunky hunk, Ken, but the only time he noticed her was when he fed her cat, Wiggy, and watered her plants if she went out of town. Her cat got more attention from him than she did. At least he petted the creature. How could she know, when she dressed up as a hooker for a Halloween party, that things were about to change? And so was she...
PInwoody and Alice's female creation would not only eliminate a man's loneliness, it would give him the sex ride of his life. And, once she was perfected, the women of the world could expect the male version, a lover pär excellence. However, they first had to work the kinks out. And one kink in particular was a real doozy. Let's join them in their lab, shall we? Follow me . . .
Some years back, my wife Barbara and I got into the swinging scene. The group and orgy sex set, if you will. Didn't start out that way, but it sure got there mighty quickly. It all started with our first threesome. With our neighbor, a guy I'll call Joe, that Barbara confessed to me one night, kiddingly to be sure, that she had the hots for. Can't say I blame her as Joe was a hunka-dunka, if get me.
And then we went to our first Stroker's Club getogether! Let the hot fun begin!
A witty and irreverant spoof of a great detective and his faithful assistant, Dr. Whatsin. There's buggering afoot as well as the game. In this opening salvo, Surelick and Whatsin enjoy the pleasures of Mrs. Handson, Homes' landlady. Then Homes and Whatsin prepare a trap for the evil Dr. Phallus, a perverted kidnapper of young women. But, is Dr. Whatsin up to the rough task Homes has in mind? Will Dr. Whatsin take the bait or be the bait? Time will tell after the game's afoot.
You've probably never heard of Susan Wills. For, indeed, in the past ten years or so she's kept a very low profile. In spite of having had sex with over 1,500 men from coast to coast. When I met her and we became lovers, her stories curled my hair! What a woman! Insatiable beyond my imagination. God, how I loved Susie Cream Cheese! She had the art of getting men into bed, without tarnishing her reputation, without getting murdered by some madman, down to a science. What a woman!