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My Love is a Red Red Rosebud

14 Feb

“I’m so fat!” she decried as she stood in her bikini looking in the mirror at her reflection. “You say that like fat is a bad thing,” I said with a smile. “Shut up.” “What?  All I’m saying is I like some meat on your bones.  You always tell me how much you like my […]

Good Fences Make Good Neighbors

22 Jan

It was one of those lovely summer days when you look out the window from your office and see everyone walking on the crowded street in t-shirts and miniskirts and you just wish it was the weekend and not Wednesday.  I had walked to work in the morning and, though I knew it would be […]

Sexy Shorts: Master Debater

1 Jan

In the bar, I held my cold beer and watched from a distance as some stranger tried to pick up Lo.  A smile ran across my beer-froth-covered lips as I saw her sitting on the barstool in her tight dress looking delectable with her curves in all the right places. Earlier that night Lo and […]

Money, Booze, Sex, & Lola

16 Dec

“Did you see this?” she said, holding a piece of mail in her hand and waiving it in the air.  I could tell by her tone and the scowl on her face, we hadn’t won the Publishers Clearing House prize. “What?” “You bounced our rent check!  That’s what.” “I bounced it?!” “Yeah, you.” “Well, it’s […]

Red-Handed

5 Nov

  Sunday morning and, uncharacteristically, I slept late.  I usually “arise” hours before Lo – meaning, due to her lovely slumbering, naked body next to me, my cock is up before the sun and then I awake and, wishing to avoid disturbing her, I sneak out of the bedroom and perch myself on the couch […]

Truth Stick

24 Oct

It was Friday night and Lo and I were at a fundraising event at our city’s art museum.  It was a lovely affair and the only thing that gets Lo and me more riled up than art museums is art museums at night, with alcohol and lots of good looking people dressed to impress. In […]

Bigger, Harder, Longer

9 Oct

Carrying a mug of coffee, I walk in on her just as she is squirting, pulling the Hitachi away from her clit.  Her hands scrunch up the sheets under her and her legs are spread.  Her head lifts and her breasts heave as she breathes quick breaths, screaming, “Oh Fuck!  Oh FUCK!  OH Fuuuuck!!!”  She […]

Game Time

10 Sep

It was Thursday.  The Thursday before Super Bowl Sunday to be exact.  It was just your average Thursday until, unable to shake a persistent cold, I went to the doctor.  After a check-up, X-rays and bloodwork, I was diagnosed with pneumonia and ordered to get bedrest.  Lo, of course, was as caring and fussing as […]

Pound

9 Aug

Pound   “Don’t hug her, hug me!” Lola demands, picking up my pillow and chucking it across the room. “Jealous much?  It’s a pillow, not a mistress.” “Yeah, well, hug me, damn it.” I cuddle up with her naked body.  I grab her by the curves just under her bellybutton and just above her puss.  […]

Masturbation Monday: Creative Writing and Performance Art

3 Jul

Creative Writing and Performance Art   I heard her typing as she sat across the couch from me, but I also heard her moaning. “Lo,” I asked, looking over the brim of my book, “what are you up to?” “Oh nothing, Daddy,” she said, but the biting of her lip that followed her response belied […]

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