Housewarming

My heart raced and I did a double take at one of the images I was perusing on a website. My job required a fair amount of travel, and it wasn't uncommon for me to relax in my hotel room late at night and peruse some websites feasting on various images of attractive members of the opposite sex. I wasn't a big fan of the real hardcore stuff but rather preferred what my generation referred to as T & A. For me an attractive woman, preferably a girl next door type, in various sexy outfits or lingerie or stripping down in a teasing fashion was a pleasant way to relax before turning in. I grabbed my reading glasses and looked closer at the image. I clicked on it to enlarge it. I studied the picture in detail and three others in the set. The woman was an attractive middle-aged woman, long brown hair, a very nice figure, wearing very sexy outfits and a different top in each photo. She was in a backyard patio deck area and based on the shadows and light levels it was near sunset. I

My cousin Katie and I, as we were growing up, were never particularly close. Our parents were and our families spent nearly every major holiday together and occasionally a vacation or two but Katie and I did have seven years separating us. Also, she was a girl and I was a boy and as kids we liked different things. Even when I was in high school, she was still in elementary school. As the adults that we are now, we still have the same seven years between us. I am established in my job, in my career, and Katie has just dropped out of college and is still figuring her life out. Katie moved in with me at the request of my parents and hers. Katie did not want to live at home as that would be uncool and I currently had an extra room in my apartment. This arrangement took a turn when Katie asked if she could have a party with some friends of hers and the conclusion of that party ended with Katie in my bed. And the shower. And just a few moments ago the living room floor. We just finished a

Earlier this year I wrote a poem called "My Delicious Little Secret." A couple readers suggested that I write a story about it, too. Thank you both for your encouragement. Here is my effort to do so. ----- It's Saturday night, and just about a week ago, specifically last Sunday morning, I had an erotic experience I'm craving to share with you. It's so simple it hardly seems worth mentioning, but in a sense it felt life changing to me. I'd love to know what you think. It's all about a small little secret, or a large butt-plug-sized secret, to be exact. Here's what happened last week. Running late as usual for church, my kids, husband, and I slipped quietly into the sanctuary as the pastor began making the weekly announcements. Feeling self-conscious, I walked quickly down the aisle, hoping to avoid drawing attention to myself. I bowed my head shyly, my long, brunette hair draping down my back and over my shoulders, partially hiding my face. As I settl

I finally saw them yesterday. I'm not sure if that makes it better or oh god so fucking much worse, to be honest. There's a part of me that still wishes I was off in the land of paranoia and conspiracy theories, because at least then I had the comfort of being able to look at myself in the mirror at the end of the day and decide I was looking back at a crazy woman and not a crazy world. All the files on my computer, all the bookmarks on my browser, all the videos I found at the end of a twelve-hour deep dive down the rabbit hole of 'suggested content' algorithms... it just told me that there were other people who shared my delusions. It didn't mean I was right. And I mean, fuck. Everyone's got access to the kind of video editing software and special effects technology that would have been hilariously expensive just five years ago, and every major Hollywood studio loves doing these viral fucking marketing campaigns for whatever their latest shitty horror movie

1 Melanie had not expected him to be so compliant in meeting her needs. She had thought that Josh would be appalled to have a woman of her age pursue him; she with her wrinkles and skinny legs; the indolent tumble of her breasts that she had been delighted to have him pay so much attention to; the somewhat voluptuous roundness of her belly. It all helped to make their love sessions only too pleasurable and for her to look forward to. Summer college leave could be filled by him attending to gardening tasks for her, and others in the neighbourhood. Josh had gone and told her that he was rushing around wondering how to get all of his holiday work done, arouse no suspicions with his parents, and then see to her. "I'm the only one you look after in these ways, I hope?" "I have nothing left for anyone after being here with you, Mel," he had laughed the last time. She loved the intimacy of him calling her 'Mel' and had watched him get dressed. She knew that w