Martin was surprised to find the apartment door open as he let himself in. Normally, Allison would meet him at the head of the stairs. Then again, thi...s visit was anything but normal."Allison?" he called out as he locked the door behind him.Getting no answer, he stepped into the living room and called out again. There was still no response, at least not a vocal one.A noise from the kitchen caught his attention. Opening the door, he finally found Allison."Oh hi, Martin," she smiled.A dark amber. Hoping she had not offended him by such an impulsive leading remark. "I don't jerk off in here every time I take a shower. Only about three times a week."Julie giggled now not in derision for her brother's presumed lack of self control, but for the joy of being allowed into his world of erotic sensibilities. It was as if he spread his wings as a butterfly birthed by some goddess of sexuality and beautiful male sensuality. "I want to be with you everytime you are horny and would like to. Finally Sean drew his mistress and warm bath andthoroughly washed her. He then showered, got dressed in his normalclothes, and headed home after the most exciting 24 hours of his life. Sean and Tabitha's escapades continued over the year. He would frequentlytake a day or two of every month off from work for their activities. Atypical session would involve a good amount of time as Tabitha's sissyslave in elaborate costumes, frequent oral pleasuring, and punishment ather whim. The rest of time. He'd go back and strike out whole paragraphs to tighten it up. The short story genre was what he preferred, stories that could be read at bedtime in a half hour to an hour. If his sex scenes could stimulate a little action, either solo or shared, so much the better, because that meant he was doing it right.Then his writing got a big boost. Errol e-mailed him and offered to proofread his stuff before he posted it. He said he could spot the typos and offer suggestions about different directions.