It was my best friend, Alma, who turned me on to erotic attire. I’m what I call a macho kind of gal; I own my own landscaping business and spend a lot of time in pickup trucks and overalls, being one of the guys. Now don’t get me wrong; I like guys, a whole lot. And I get my share of boyfriends, why not? I’m under thirty, very trim and have looks which are more often described as cute than anything else.

As I say, I’ve never lacked for men in my life but I had never gotten as hung up on one as I did on Phil. He’s a big, brawny guy, a contractor I met while on the job. We hit it off right away and he asked me to come home with him for some chow. I did, and we did, go tot bed, that is. It was dynamite. Phil’s as well hung as any man I’ve ever known and, beneath his tough-guy manner,... Read More