I needed a week away from the hustle and bustle of my New York investment banking job and had booked a weeklong trip to St. Martin, a beautiful island in the French West Indies. The stress at work had been piling on, but having just closed a merger deal I was feeling like some much needed rest and relaxation was in order. On a Saturday morning in March, I a...
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, fingering the square buttons on the base of the boxy brown phone. His plane had been on time and the afternoon traffic had been surprisingly relaxed. His briefcase was properly packed with his laptop, charger, business cards and laser pointer—that's really all he'd need to pull off his presentation in two days. He had p...
Poolside Nirvana I startled awake from a pleasant day dream. As the fog in my brain dissipated, it occurred to me that my reality right now exceeded my best dreams. Here I was, lying beside a shimmering blue swimming pool, a stone’s throw from the ocean. The sun was beating down on me, transforming my pale skin to a golden bronze. I could literally feel the...
"This is really going to be a fun trip. Don't you think?" Courtney rolled onto her side on the bed and put her head in her hand. She watched Erin rummage through her dresser, pulling out bras and panties and tossing them into a suitcase. "Yeah. I still can't believe they invited us." Erin held up a pair of black thongs, received her friend's nod of approval...
NOTE: All characters in the following story are 18 years of age or older. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. * "Are you sure about this, Chrissy?" Lisa Myers flipped through the sketchbook worriedly. The rest of her friends all seemed so sure about getting the same tattoo together, but she couldn't get over what pe...
She stood on a street corner, rain pouring down and beating hard against the magazine she held over her head in a vain effort to stay dry. When she had left that morning, the sun had shone as if focusing all the heat of the summer season into a single glorious day. She had decided to wear only a sleeveless top and a pair of shorts; she knew the outfit would...
It wasn’t going as Walter’d imagined. His wife wasn’t supposed to kiss the black guy, tell him, “Fuck me like he can’t.” The black guy loving it, saying, “Fuck him. I’m gonna make sure you forget your husband.” In his head, it was always quiet, like a silent movie. But as he watched, crouching in the closet among his suit jackets and trousers, he wanted the...
I want to give special thanks to AlabasterThighs for her assistance in transforming the rough draft into a finished story. Her insights and eye for detail are an invaluable asset in my creative process. * * * I stopped by Sharon's room around 8 am on Sunday morning. I was on my way to the grocery store to pick up a newspaper and a few other items, but I ha...
As we traveled to the airport, I began going through the trip's logistics in my head. When does our flight leave, when do we have to be at the port to board the ship, etc. As I thought more about the flight and the airport and then about airport security, I got a sinking feeling. How was I supposed to get through airport security with metal firmly attached t...
The jeep shone cherry red in the afternoon sun and Dave squinted against the glare that was reflected off the hood. He'd refused Amanda's offer of sunglasses earlier that morning and now regretted it. His eyes darted over her and he noted the slightest smile on her lush, heart shaped lips. It was that quirky half-smile that said she was up to something. Thou...