Tag Archives: N.S. Faulk
Wham Bam Thank You Ma’am: The Sequel — N.S. Faulk
For the past eight years I have been asked repeatedly whether the original “Wham Bam Thank You Ma’am” was a true story. Unfortunately, it was a mere figment of my imagination: what I presumed sex would be like with a 21-year old. Since then, I have had plenty of opportunities to do so as, for [...]
A More than Casual Encounter — N.S. Faulk
I am so fucking sick and tired of the dating game. Pleasantries, strained conversation, and more-often-than-not zero chemistry all make for a very long date. Thank goodness I am self-employed and can use an incoming email as an emergency excuse to bow out gracefully if things get too awkward. Of course, there is the possibility [...]
Subway Token — N.S. Faulk
“So…” I began; my usual awkward-silence conversation starter. “So…what?” he replied, smirking, his striking blue eyes gleaming. While we had been talking and texting quite a bit (over 1000 texts at the time) and had finally met the previous night for a wonderful dinner; sitting at Subway with him at lunch the next day was [...]
Third and Long — N.S. Faulk
“What the fuck are you doing?” I shoved my husband’s hand off my naked thigh. “I can’t help it, you look SO sexy!” “Yeah, yeah. I know. But the Chargers are 3rd and 2 on the 26-yard line.” I did look sexy. As I did every game. Oversized San Diego Chargers jersey number 83, wide [...]
Have Faith — N.S. Faulk
I love Tim McGraw. He’s such a sexy man with that black cowboy hat, perfectly coiffed facial hair, sultry come-and-get-me eyes, and painted-on jeans. And like a fine wine, he simply gets better with age – both physically and musically. I listen to my Tim CDs all the time. “Back When” while driving — his [...]
Watching — N.S. Faulk
He greeted me at the door, took me by the hand, and led me to the bedroom. The radio was on. A ceiling fan circulated the warm air through the room. The curtains were drawn, sparse shadows being randomly cast from the sunlight creeping around the curtains’ edges. The entire atmosphere was surreal and my [...]
The Vicissitudes of Veronique the Violet Vibrator — N.S. Faulk