My dog
My dog is smart, honest! I mean that in the most facetious way, but I love him for it. I've had him for two years now, and I am now beginning to be comfortable with my small, friendly, hirsute roomm....
My dog is smart, honest! I mean that in the most facetious way, but I love him for it. I've had him for two years now, and I am now beginning to be comfortable with my small, friendly, hirsute roomm....
The room is dark. A single candle burns in a corner. I lead my slave into the room and order him to take off all his clothes. There is a black sheet draped across the bed. The bed is a metal four-..
"I wonder if any of the other men here fantasize about their woman making love to strangers, like you do," I asked Paul between bites of my foie gras. He and I are almost indistinguishable fr...
I don’t mean to sound misanthropic, but I’ve had bad luck with such friendly travelers. I’m never seated next to some gorgeous man who tells me something interesting or exciting, a ....
This past weekend I ventured to one of my balconies overlooking the ocean. It was one of those beautiful days--a day that is absolutely perfect in every way. The temperature was a toasty 80 degrees....
My very first job, when I was 15, was working as a clerk at a drugstore in my teenage hometown. I don’t remember how I got the job. I really wanted to work at the neighborhood coffee house (cu...
I finally received the package I had been waiting for. As I got back inside my house, I knew the maid was coming in a few hours, but that I would be alone for a while longer. I locked and latched th....
Lazy clouds roll in from the Seattle ocean. I can feel the wind buffet the window as I watch the storm; I feel Tim watching me and a strange sensation sweeps over me. For the first time I am hoping ....
The experienced pilot opened the door of the upholstered jet helicopter...it was rough water earlier this week, so this was the way to get over to the island. Fourteen minutes later, we were on Santa.
When was the last time someone sent you a letter? I’m talking about a real, handwritten letter in an envelope, with a stamp, delivered by someone in a blue uniform. Or the last time a friend c...