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I was randy as hell one day and made up my mind I was going to get laid that afternoon, one way or another. If I had to drive into to town and pick up someone at a bar, I would. But first, I had decided I would see if I could attract someone locally.

My beach house is rather isolated. It’s the only one for about half a mile in either direction. I know this will change over time. This undiscovered barrier island on the Gulf Coast will eventually be over developed and become like all the rest — an over crowded tourist venue. But for now, it was secluded and peaceful and I loved it. Sure, fishermen would drive by along the beach, or sometimes even set up to surf fish right in front of my place; but not often. Mostly, the beach was deserted, with just a few people walking along the surf every so often.

I had determined I would put my beach blanket just at the foot of the dunes where the wooden walk from my cottage ends. That put me about fifty yards from the water, and I decided I would sunbath and see if I attracted any attention that way. I was willing to take anything that came along that half resembled a good looking man from eighteen to eighty, as long as he could get it up and satisfy me. (more…)

“Glen, come upstairs after we close, please. I need to talk to you,” said Rosemary – under her breath, yet pointedly – as she passed behind me. She was the second-in-command, behind the owner, of the drug store where I worked to support myself as a 20-year-old, pre-med, sophomore college student in the mid 1960s.

What could she possibly want? I wondered, as I locked the front door behind the late-shift pharmacist after he left for home. Shutting off the outside lights at 10 p.m., I swept the floor and emptied the day’s trash into the dumpster behind the store, locked the delivery car inside the back gate, and went upstairs to Rosemary’s office, where she was counting the day’s receipts.

“Wait a few minutes,” she said, brusquely, as she completed a tally from a cash drawer. I stood a few feet away, unbuttoning my pharmacist’s smock from my neck and down one shoulder, and wanted desperately to sit down. My days were full: 8 a.m. classes ’til one, a quick bite for lunch, at the drug store by two and working ’til ten – with a snack on the run – then a sandwich over the books until I fell asleep at 2 or 3 a.m. That schedule was repeated consistently, six days a week. (more…)

It had been a long vacation. Karan had insisted on a long holiday and she and Karan had gone away for a fortnight to Mauritius with their close friends Simran and Rajeev. The holiday in itself had been fun, though these adventures often left Sunita wondering about the contrast between what the movies showed, and how her own married life seemed to be. In the movies, the couple would frisk around and be passionate with each other. Karan was more interested in sporting his dark glasses and looking good and cheesy around the pool and beach. He and Rajeev had spent a fair bit of their time eyeing the beautiful women in evidence.

She didn’t mind that. In fact, she encouraged it with the hope that in bed it would make him more of a tiger. She wondered all that fascination for women went when she was in bed with him. He would either spend the night drinking into the wee hours so she was dog tired by the time he came to bed. Or when he did come to bed and make love to her, it was his usual unimaginative man-on-top style.
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I had only been on the job as superintendent of the apartment building in Miami a couple of weeks. My job consists of maintaining the common areas of the buildings interior and attending to the simple everyday problems with plumbing, electrical and a myriad of other small items in the tenants apartments. Generally speaking, I was a handy man. For 30 odd years I was a highly paid engineer. I got tired of the rat race and chucked it all, my wife included. We never had children and since I gave her everything she didn’t mind too much.

My third week on the job found me changing the filters in the return portion of the air conditioning system. There are three air returns in the hallway on each floor. Mid-morning found me on the second floor right next to the elevator. An extremely small man in his late sixties engaged me in conversation as he waited for the elevator. He introduced himself as Hal in apartment 214. The elevator came and he let it go without him, explaining he thought his wife was right behind him. (more…)

A few weeks ago I met a very glamorous woman of about 35 at the supermarket where I work as Assistant Manager. She asked me to take down a packet of washing powder from the top shelf, as she could not reach it herself (she was only about 5″2′). As I gave it to her our fingers touched and she looked me in the eyes and slowly licked her lips. I felt heat rising in my groin and after a moment she looked down and saw the swelling in my trousers. She smiled at me, looked at the name badge pinned onto my shirt, and whispered “You should be careful Martin, who you show that to. Some people might be offended.” Then she leaned towards me and brushed her fingers lightly along my erection finishing by gently squeezing the head. I almost came in my pants!

“I can see that you are not offended” I replied to which she said “Oh no, I look upon that as a compliment. I have rather a lot of shopping here, can you help me load it into my car?” (more…)

Oh, God! I just wanted to hide! I wished with all my heart that the Earth would just open up and swallow me. This must be a dream. How could I have ever gotten myself into a situation like this?

Tawdry! Unseemly!

Look at them out there. Four young men dressed in their work jeans and boots leaned on their picks and shovels - Boys, really. They were all in their late teens or early twenties. Each was shirtless on this unexpectedly hot and humid day in early September. The sun gleamed off of their youthful sweaty bodies.

Jerry was the oldest at twenty-four and the other three were standing around him and listening with what appeared to be almost hero worship. I couldn’t hear what was being said as I peered out from between the curtains of my bedroom, but I had a pretty good idea. (more…)