Jessica had just moved out of her home and was struggling to make it on her own. She was eighteen years old working as a waitress and a barista to try and make ends meet. Things were so much easier just a few months earlier. She was living at home and she was still in school. She missed her parents, her social life, her long free days, and the ability to mas...
Kate had just locked them inside the prison cell. James looked across at Belinda's big brown eyes that were filled with a mixture of lust and excitement. Only the slight wrinkles beneath her eyes gave away her age, suggesting that she should be dressed in jeans and jumper and, spending time with her family, as opposed to being dressed in the shortest of sh...
Juan and I have been best mates for about five years. We met at work and hit it off instantly. I knew early on that he was married with kids and to be completely honest, if anything it made him so much more attractive. I knew he was off limits but also thought about his wife must have it at home. My relationship status was different, very off and on again w...
You bump into her and say, "Not a bad way to introduce yourself." She laughs, and introductions begin. You leave the restroom door unlocked, and give her a nice "view of the moon". She apologizes for intruding, then waits outside the door and compliments your ass. You poke her gently, but intently. Then ask, "What are my chances that you're gay?" She laugh...
A war camp is a noisy place- everyone seems to feel compelled to call out to one another at the tops of their voices, and the clash of arms and rhythmic pounding of men's boots and their call and response as they pass at all hours, seem to fill the world. Women's voices too- laughing, sobbing, gasping- girls with soft little hands that pluck at her like gent...
***As a reader of this site I promise that I'll continue this piece. As a writer I can't promise I can crank it out fast. There will be a few slower chapters.*** ***** He lay in bed, the sun slowly coming up a slight chill in the air. The large awning windows letting the sunshine in. He hadn't closed the curtains last night, soon the room would be full o...
There's nothing better than fucking a married woman. Nothing. The chase, the struggle to do the right thing and giving in to the wrong thing, the secrets and danger: nothing makes me feel more alive. Whenever I met a married woman at work, at Barnes & Noble, I sized them up as to fuckability. None had interested me until she arrived. She became cafe manager...
I sat at the long wooden table in the staff meeting with Stacey Willard at ten fifteen that morning, half asleep. I wore a white blouse and a black skirt with black pumps as I bounced my heel to keep from sitting still for too long. Stacey went over the new authors we'd added to our ranks over the last year. Snow rained beyond the window behind her, powderin...
The security guard stared down the barrel of the semi-automatic, his last thought being that it was just embarrassing to be killed with your own gun. He closed his eyes in preparation of his final moment, picturing the face of the seven-year-old girl who would never again run to the door to welcome home her father, and behind her the woman who had given him...
She looked at me from across the cafe. At first I didn't think much of it. She was a cute, girl-next-door type who wore bookish horn-rimmed glasses and her brown hair in a braided ponytail. I guessed she was a few years younger than me. I was there to work, having dropped my car off at the shop down the street for what was expected to be a couple hours wort...