“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.
Teen girls and showers
In July following my junior year in high school, my step-sister and
I reached a new plateau in our physical relationship. I bought or
borrowed porno magazines on occasion, from curiosity or for jacking
off to, and I knew Alex studied them too. Not that she made a
secret of it — we had no secrets — but sometimes I saw her stare
at a photo more intensely than usual and then turn the page
hurriedly. When she wasn’t around, I’d leaf through the magazine
and try to identify the picture that had startled even her. I knew
about “regular” sex, now, so I only bought magazines that featured
the most perverse or perverted acts I could imagine. And I soon
discovered that the most graphically explicit photos were the ones
that mesmerized Alex.
Half man, half woman
As you suggested, I’ve written it out like a story, and you were right, it
has made it easier to tell. Please return the disc to me after you’ve read
it and made your notes, and delete it from your computer. I’d hate for
anyone else to find it, or, heaven forbid, publish it somewhere or post it
on the internet!
I don’t know if it was the same at your school, but at the university where
I went to take psychology, we were required to act as subjects for some of
the studies. For particularly long or unpleasant ones [like where they make
you sick or keep you immobilised], they give you extra credits or even give
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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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