“How does a fellow get to be gay? I might not know all of the ways or the proper explanations, but I know of one way that’ll turn anybody gay and that’s to be married to a chick like Ellen. Yeah, Ellen, that’s the bitch’s name. I ought to know, because I was married to her for almost three years, and a hell of a marriage it was. Maybe I wouldn’t have made the mistake if I’d known more about women at the time that I married her, but I didn’t. Hell, she was the only woman I’d ever been to bed with more than once. I’d balled about four cunts before I met up with her but they were all one-night stands. Ellen, she seemed a little different and I guess I fell for her act.
“You know, people believe a lot of stuff about artists, about how we all don’t do much except slap paint on canvas and ball every babe in sight. Maybe that’s true for some artists, but I never knew one that it fitted. For me, anyway, after I’d been standing in front of an easel for five or six hours in a row, sweating my balls off and trying to figure out some way of getting what was in my head down onto canvas, I wasn’t ready for anything but a long time in the sack. And I do mean alone! I thought painting was damned hard work and I’ve never known a painter who didn’t agree with me on that, if on nothing else.
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Male Lust An essay
A university study probing male sexual responses
reported the surprise finding that nearly all men
responded more intensely and rapidly to images of women
wearing bras than to images of topless women. At least
it was a surprise to them. When simply asked which they
would prefer seeing, the vast majority of men would
choose topless to bikini-covered.
Just a little car trouble
Every nerve in my body was singing like high tension wires as I
focused on his attentions to my pussy. His fingers glided in the
moisture which I was producing at a prodigious rate. I gasped as I
felt the tip of his nose touch the hardness of my clit. His tongue
followed the path of his fingers, touching lightly at first, then hard
and flat against the bottom edge of my hungry pussy. A finger thrust
into my soft, wet folds and my muscles instinctively grasped at the
delicious intruder. I heard a corresponding gasp from him, gravelly
and deep. He pulled his finger from me and replaced it with his
tongue, thrusting deep into me, tasting the juices that gushed from
me.
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Dirty Files – Taboo
Soon after our Sunday after-church fuck Charlene, my mother-
in-law, and I descended into a sex-filled, carnally charged obsession
with each other. Often, Charlene would call me up at the office during
the day to announce that Harry, my father-in-law, had gone off
golfing, or fishing, or just down to the local Wal-Mart. Sometimes
we’d just get each other off over the phone. More often, I’d announce
I was leaving for an early or late lunch and head over to Charlene’s.
She would usually greet me at the door and within minutes I’d have her
skirt up over her hips and we’d be fucking madly on the living-room
couch, the kitchen table, even once on the hood of her car parked in
the garage.
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Well, you’ll never be able to pee with it like this
Sunlight in my eyes, burning through the eyelids, hot on the rest of my body, bad case of cotton-mouth, and an overwhelming need to take that nice long first leak of the day. Not the best way to wake up in the world, but not bad by any means.
Last night came back slowly, and I recalled I was on the deck where I had curled up with a bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream as the party wound down. My slight headache confirmed I had probably landed here as opposed to choosing to find a nice place to sleep off my happy buzz, but probably before I had completely ruined myself for today. Not bad.
Still hadn’t opened my eyes. Wasn’t planning to. Bright sun, bad karma. I reached down to the deck and felt around, hoping… no, not a bottle… no, not that bottle… ugh, what was that, salsa? Shit. Ah, there we go – sunglasses! Both hands involved now, open the frames, slip them over my ears, much darker now. Nice.
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PEACH PIT AFTER HOURS
It had been a particularly good night at the Peach Pit After Dark Club.
Valerie Malone was more than pleased as she tossed the wad of cash into the
safe. A few more nights like this and the place might actually start turning
a profit. She smiled a broad smile as the safe slammed shut. The night’s
take was especially satisfying since all of the snobby Beverly Hills girls
were there to see how well she was doing. Donna Martin, Kelly Taylor, Claire
Arnold, Andrea Zuckerman-Vasquez and even Brenda Walsh, fresh off the plane
from London, were on hand to see. Val had every reason to feel proud of
herself.
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