My buddy Dan’s card game was made up of a diverse set of players, including two women. And, frankly, during the table talk, the gals were being as candid and smug about their sexual conquests as the men.

The get-together had a slack, frolicsome feel to it, and I was glad Dan had invited me to play. The bets were set low, so no one was there to get rich. The camaraderie was infectious. Already I’d heard a few eye-popping tales as the cards were casually shuffled and dealt and we played hand after hand.

The stories were slowly working their way around the table. I was being saved for last. Dan had clued me in ahead of time that I would be asked to contribute a tale or two. But I hadn’t realized how serious the storytelling was. I was going to have to come up with something very erotic and... Read More