Chapter 02: Café Girl Artist Girl and her lover, Asian Guy, were sitting in the cafe where they had their first date. At least she thought they were lovers, and she hoped they could be even more. Asian Guy, however, didn't seem to get the hint. He was eying the girl that worked at the cafe appreciatively. Cafe Girl was wearing a pair of snug fitting jeans t...
As I slowly walk down South Water St. I see this sign saying Grand Opening. I look inside through the window and see an old man sleeping before a TV, with old books all around him. I slowly open the door and a bell above my head dings. The old man wakes up and says, "Hello, take your time looking around, everything is half off." I thank him and look aroun...
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 explained in Ch. 01 of this series how sometimes, you're in need of a place to satisfy certain desires, and the lack of suitable locations leads to a degree of inventiveness on your part. Admittedly, there's folks that you just give up on if you figure they're not worth it -- but then there's others that you have a hunch about, and get creative with. Such...
The morning sun glowed softly over the fine glassy buildings as I walk through the busy streets of Starkfield. Cars jostled pass in a peculiar rhythm as I text on my phone. "Are you at the cafe? Are you going to help me study for that damn final?" I text Andrew, absentmindedly glancing up at a passer-by or two, to make sure I didn't run smack-dab into so...
My wife Kate is such the entrepreneur with her own cafe specializing in serving women who loved the taste of male cum. The woman gobbled up Kate's specially made cum-filled Bismarks, selling as many as 50 dozen a day and $3 a pop, clearing a cool $12,600 a week. And the profit was all hers. The men who supplied the cum had gotten their ex-wives addicted t...
Rain fell in endless sheets upon the pavement as a hooded figure walked staunchly forward. The figure's face was pointed downward, and it was clear by the way they were walking that they were less than pleased to be out in the elements. The sun had set hours before, and the streetlights reflected eerily against the slick road. The sidewalks were almost ent...
This story contains a M/M pairing and takes place in a modern setting with humans and non-humans. Enjoy! ~~~~~ ~~~~~ Louis stood nervously outside the front door of the downtown host cafe. He was wearing his typical red shirt and tight jeans. The neon sign displayed the cafe's name: Arms Goetia. In the sunset light, he couldn't see through the dark windows...
"Sir, your feet must be hurtin'." I break my gaze away from the tiled flooring of the cafe. The cafe's owner: John, was looking at me curiously. I simply nod to him, keeping my gaze lowered, even though he couldn't possibly recognize me with this new body. John chuckled, scratching at his flimsy white beard thoughtfully, and continued: "You seem fam...
As she did each day, Miss Tessa Malone awoke in her bed with a smile on her face; not a broad exaggeration of the mouth, but rather a natural shape of contentment eased upon her plush lips. From the moment she roused from her slumber in the morning, to the last second before her eyelids closed for the night, the smile rarely waned. It welcomed whatever the d...