Category Archives: Sex

AMONG THE REDWOODS by Peter Nolan Smith

October 2, 2022 – 2:42 pm

The noon sun shimmered off Monterey harbor. The moored sailing boats bobbed with the light breeze and hundreds of pleasure craft wavered on the wake of a departing fishing boat. A middle-aged man took a photo of his wife before a large trawler tied up to a forlorn dock, while I walked toward Cannery Row. […]

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DOWN THE COAST By Peter Nolan Smith

October 1, 2022 – 2:43 pm

Skyline Drive crested a hill and the bright California sun crowned the hundreds of identical houses snaking up the streets of Daly City with a golden nimbus. Smoke from sizzling meat floated above countless backyards, as suburban families celebrated Memorial Day with holiday barbecues. I longed for a seared hamburger and a beer, but tramped […]

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Sophie’s Bar Phnom Penh – a touch of darkness

August 1, 2022 – 9:37 am

Entry by Ty Spaulding This Phnom Penh landmark is located on an unlit side street. It is not easy to find. The taxi motorcyclists on the sidewalk eye your entrance as you’ve had your ticket stamped by the devil. You climb up a decrepit set of stairs, which look like the Khmer Rouge might have […]

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THE STAFF OF SCHMOSES by Peter Nolan Smith

July 17, 2022 – 8:04 am

In July of 1995 my cousin flew from LA to dance at ShowWorld in Times Square. The boyish brunette’s loyal following packed the legendary porno parlor to worship Sherri’s stage acrobatics. Thankfully pleasing her audience required little more than stripping off her clothes. The XXX actress augmented her take by selling underwear and signing posters. […]

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Women First

July 12, 2022 – 2:30 pm

For the most of the weekend my telephone runs on the silent mode. I’m a forgotten man in New York. Many of my friends think that I am living in Luxembourg or even Thailand, so I was surprised this afternoon by my cellphone vibrating on my desk. Caller ID identified the area code as originating […]

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