Monday at 7 a.m. is not the time to strike up a friendly conversation with me. I think she could tell, but she did it anyway. Goddamn her. "You're a little under-dressed for this building. And too young to be a lawyer." The nosy barista studied me from behind the counter. Any other girl, I might have laid on the snark and ended the conversation. But someth...
She wanted one so badly! "But they're all so expensive! The good ones, anyway," she murmured to herself, absentmindedly pressing back a few errant strands of her long, strawberry blonde hair. Numi looked again at its image on the computer screen. Her eyes, in some lighting situations taking on the color of rich, warm honey, traced the contours of the devi...
(For those of you looking for stroking material, skip this one. I felt this one was going a massively different direction and had to write it as such.) There I lay with Jill in the bed of my hotel room as naked as the good Lord created us with my new favorite Barista coming up to see us. Charlene seemed a little giggly on the cell as she talked to Jill....
Elise sat in the coffee shop with exposed brick walls and overstuffed chairs with her laptop open in front of her. She'd been grading papers for hours - her mug of chamomile tea long empty - and her eyes were blurry from staring at the screen. When she finished scoring the last test for the online class she taught she looked up and realized the place had emp...
There's just something about goth chicks. I don't know what it is, but they do it for me. It could possibly that they scare me a little. Kara was a barista, kind of. She worked at a coffee shop, but it wasn't a chain. The coffee wasn't that great, and I think her duties as a barista were to squirt the flavor syrups into the coffee. She was slight with per...
There was no alcohol involved. We'd only been drinking coffee. I don't know whether that makes it better or worse, but it's the truth. This time, at least, I can't blame the experience on too much wine. It was early evening – around six o'clock – and I was just closing up shop at my little accounting firm. My wife Jenny had just stumbled in, and she was hel...
I woke up naked next to my Mistress and stretched long and hard, oh it felt good to get some of the kinks out. I looked towards the window and saw it was getting light out. I walked over and peeked out of the drapes and saw the sun had risen; it was just over the horizon and the colors were beautiful, I smiled so happy to be in the islands and with my Mistre...
I looked up and down the platform for Track 12 and marveled at the number of bodies waiting for the train to pull into the station. I'd taken the commuter service from New Haven to New York many times before and couldn't ever remember the platform being quite so crowded. It was a beautiful Friday in late May, however, and that may have had accounted for the...
We sat beside each other in the dimly-lit coffeeshop. The cinnamon white coffee I'd ordered combined with his big brown eyes behind his big black glasses studying me as he spoke made me feel warm and hazy. This was the first time I'd seen him in two weeks--we'd both just been really busy. It felt so good to be with him again. "I really missed you, you kno...
Lucas stood in line, reading the coffee menu over and over again, yet somehow not comprehending any of it. The early morning buzz of people in the café seemed distant, the menu seemed foreign and the last night's memories invaded his mind. The soft moans, the taste of her skin, how it felt to be inside her. A loud ring and vibration from his pocket kicked...