What happens when a thirty-one-year-old widow hires a studly young painter to redo a room in her house? Sparks fly and the painter has time of his young life working for this Old Lyme, Connecticut resident.
This is the story of my life. I am Mutnodjmet, and when this tale begins, I am fifteen years old, on the very day of my wedding. I am to marry Pharaoh himself: my father. The year is 1350 BC, in the ancient city of Luxor, Egypt.
This is an almost true story about a night I spent with a red hot mother of two in her bed while her husband fucked another woman elsewhere in the house. I'll leave it to the reader's imagination to decide which parts of this are true...
The customs of all cultures seem strange and for little purpose when viewed from outside their context. Ceremonies and rites of passage matter tremendously to those inside, but to the rest of us, we just starch our heads. This is a short story of one such custom as seen through the eyes of the principal involved. Sure we can wonder why, but in this case I say, Why not?
My try at something short. You know those stories where a salesman needs to provide his customer with a call girl, but for some reason he has to ask his wife? Well, in this tale the customer is an old soft-swap-sex buddy, the wife isn’t exactly a wife, and there are a few twists before the morning coffee.
Julie and Stephanie is a sequel to my first story, Julie. Priapus returns to the Casanova bar to look for Julie and finds her with her friend, Stephanie. Sexual adventures ensue.
Fertile Flock is the finale of the trilogy that began with Prurient Parishioners and continued with Concupiscent Congregation. The results of undisciplined libido become apparent.
Tom has been lusting after his doctor's nurse, Holly, for a couple of years or more. Fihnally he decides to tell her what effect she has on him and he is more than surprised by the response he gets.