Brenda Olsen stood a little impatiently in line while waiting to register and get a key to her room. “Finally,” she muttered under her breath, “my turn!” “How may I help you?” the ditsy looking blond behind the counter asked brightly. Brenda was about to give the woman a zinger but thought better of it and replied, “Olsen, Brenda Olsen, I have a reservation for three nights.” “Uhhhhhh, let me see,” the blond said while punching in her name on the reservations computer terminal. “Hmmmmm, I don’t find it here, let me check one more place.........” Brenda nervously tapped her foot while the clerk searched for her name. Finally with her head shaking from side to side the blond offered slowly, “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I can’t find your reservation anywhere, and unfortunately we’re all booked up.” “What?!?” Brenda snapped. “I’ve had a standing reservation at this hotel for three years, I demand to speak to the manager!” Brenda could hear the grumblings from the other people in line, but dammit it couldn’t be helped! She had a reservation and demanded that they live up to it! Ten minutes later, after the assistant manager had explained that there was nothing they could do, a feminine voice from the middle of the line said softly, “I have reservations for a double and wouldn’t mind sharing it with you.”

Both I, Debbie Fox, and Helen Coney have made the tough resolution to follow Carmen Electra’s striptease exercise program and we begin by following the first DVD for eight weeks.

Saturday afternoon means laundry time. I hated doing laundry. I hated the fact that I had to go all the way down to the basement of our building. It was cold down there, not to mention boring. There was usually no one down there when I did my laundry. This time was different. There was a chic there. “Hello,” she said as I walked down the last few steps, “I just moved in.” “Welcome to the building. I’m Trish and I hate this laundry room!” We both laughed. She flashed me a smile, “My name’s Monica.” We made idle chit chat as we waited for our clothes to wash. She just moved here from England, was single and didn’t believe in panties. She was funny and was rapidly growing on me. She and I met like that for a while, both always being the only ones down there Saturday mornings.

I was standing at my car, trying to open the door but I couldn't find my keys. I thought I had lost them, but then I remembered setting them down on the sink when I went to the bathroom. Turning back towards the bar, I realized that I've had too much to drink.

A very good place to start if you wish to learn how to perform a sexy striptease and lap dance is the DVDs from Carmen Electra. There are four DVDs in the set and each look at different sides of this fine art.

Jerry was spending a few days with his old high school buddy, Dave, and his wife, Bobbie. Jerry hadn’t seen Dave in years, and when he found that he would be in their town on business he had called to say hello. Dave had insisted that he stay with them, instead of at a motel.

One of the major factors in human sexuality is our fantasy. It makes us desire, perform and allows us to keep sex interesting and stimulating even after years with the same partner. We dream and fantasize our way to climax all alone and sometimes with others, but regardless, our fantasies are just that; a fantasy.

It all started a couple of years ago when I picked up this guy at a bar. It was just supposed to be a one night stand for me and my girlfriend, but somehow we agreed to let him stay with us the reminder of his week in Chicago. He was a nice distraction, good in bed and cleaned up after himself, so why not?

“What a day,” Pamela Watkins sighed while filling her brief case with paper work. It had been a long day, court appearances, lunch with a client, and an afternoon of dictating letters to her secretary, Kari. It was well after six o’clock and all she could think about was having a tall cocktail and not thinking at all about the law for at least an hour! She exited her office building and hailed a cab and gave the cabby an address on the near north side. Ten minutes later she was standing in the lobby of her favorite after work hangout waiting to check her coat. She stopped in the restroom to freshen up before making her way towards the long bar at the far end of the room. The soft music playing in the background was already having a soothing effect on her psyche. When she neared the bar the regular hostess, Fran, smiled broadly and offered, “Good evening, Ms. Watkins, and what may we do for you this evening?” She hadn’t realized how really tense she was, so after a moment’s thought she replied softly, “I think I’ll have a spike and a pussy!”

I smacked the alarm clock hard, I didn’t remember if I set it or not. God, another early morning and cold as hell. I didn’t want to get out of my nice cozy bed. I cracked open one eye and tried to see what time it actually was before I woke up completely. I am one of those types that think that the extra fifteen minutes of sleep would actually do me some good. It was almost seven am and definitely time to get up. I slowly got out of bed, dreading the fact I had to leave my warm cocoon. I stood up and stretched, my t-shirt rose up letting the cool air touch my skin. I wandered into the kitchen and found Nina waiting for the coffee pot to finish brewing. “Morning roomie.” She said not so bright eyed. “Morning babe, sleep well?” She nodded. She was always up this early, even on the weekends. She made me sick.