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My mom was a real slut. I guess in a lot of ways it wasn’t
her fault. She got pregnant with me when she was 15 and
whoever my Dad was (she never would tell me) left town and
she never saw him again. Her parents threw her out and she
had a hard time makin’ her way in life. When I was about
16, we were livin’ in a broken down trailer near a bar
where she worked in Amarillo. By that time, I’d figured
out that I liked fuckin’ as much as she did. And it didn’t
much matter to me who I fucked, male or female. (more…)

If my wife Laura had not made so many careless mistakes, I would not be
writing this now. When a man finds a pubic hair on the sheets that does
not match the color of his or his wife’s hair, it suggests that another
person has been in that bed. When he arrives home from work, walks into
the bedroom and catches a whiff of musky semen, he becomes even more
suspicious. But could his imagination be playing tricks on him? (more…)

David lay motionless, the sun beaming down obligingly on his body as he drowsed lightly on the golden sand. Tiny sparkles of perspiration decorated his torso, yet he remained seduced by the gentle crashing of the waves and the soporific heat. He wore only a pair of boxers to protect his more precious parts and a small, silver cross around his neck. For the first time in months his mind was at peace. No work problems. No thoughts of his strained marriage. Just a pleasant sense of wellbeing. (more…)

Susan was watching David through the bay window of the bedroom in her upmarket house. She knew that he could not see her because of the lace curtains in front of the window. David had been working for them for about four years now, he had started as a scruffy fourteen year old earning extra pocket money working in the garden. Susan was noticing more and more how he was no longer a scruffy fourteen year old but had filled out into a well built young man with dark curls and blue eyes that looked right through her whenever she was in the garden to give him his instructions on what she wanted him to do for the day. She had always had special feelings for David but lately she felt stirrings of a different kind towards the young man who was always so polite to her and who seemed so naive to the facts of life. (more…)

“Mmmmm, that really feels good.” Cathy sighed turning her head slightly as she did.

“Mmmm, it’s supposed to.” I chimed back.

That was it? That was the best I could come up with? After twenty some years practice and countless rubs on countless backs, this was still the best come back I could formulate? Cheesy, yes, only saving grace is that we were both right. After twenty some years practice I had become adapt at least in learning how to touch a woman, and the countless rubs had taught me just where. (more…)