"Motel" by Anne Arbor (AnneArbor@hotmail.com). The man's daughter has been visiting him for three weeks. Three weeks of celibacy, him in his house, his girlfriend in hers. Then four nights in a shared tent in a crowded campground. And now, as they are finally returning the daughter to her mother in Phoenix, our narrator is showered and comfortable and horny beyond desperation.

You young'uns out there! This is what you have to look forward to. You think it's hard to sneak away for sex now! Wait until you have this hot relationship with this sexy stud and you know he's been watching your ass all day and longing to stick that warm and friendly cock inside your even friendlier cunt - THEN you'll be able to identify with the people in this story.

As an adolescent, I was almost certain my parents never had sex. I shared motel rooms and tents with them, and they never did anything to lead me to suspect that they were up to hanky panky. I have a friend with eleven siblings who is equally certain that her parents never had sex. Maybe I'll give Mom a call tonight and read this story to her over the phone.

Note: The best way to handle the situation described in this story is to ask the receptionist when you make the reservation at the motel whether the air conditioner has a fan that will continue blowing all night long. She'll probably say, "Yes. But that will be five dollars extra for each of the children sleeping in the same room with you and your honey."