I sit in this coffee shop eating breakfast alone, and I think of another coffee shop, yesterday, 500 miles away. It was no big deal, really, just a small favor for a casual friend. As an English major, I am often asked to help out with my friends' writing. I sat there, tapping on your laptop, pretending it was actually holding my attention. I changed a word...
I first interacted with Paul in a computer lab at the college I attend. He had just finished a presentation for a class that we shared, and was waiting for a friend to finish her presentation so he could take her home. We sat at two computers playing solitaire, not speaking. Eventually the conversation picked up, and the afternoon ended with Paul asking for...
Her full mouth, plump and juicy and red, quivers with a combination of anticipation and desire within the framing of her contrasting black hood. Her eyes covered so she still has not seen the man she has served online all this time. But oh, she can smell him, her delicate nostrils flaring at the scent of him as she draws in a sharp breath, the mere act alone...
The car swept up to the entrance to the Diablo Club and stopped. Alex and Jennifer now totally composed but for the faint red blush on Jennifer's cheeks, alighted and walked into the entrance of the imposing building. The tuxedoed doorman ushered them in and they stood transfixed by the activity in progress. A slim blonde, in white corselet and white stocki...
The water was warm as I stepped into the shower behind Ann. Both of us just gently holding each other under the warm, cleansing cascade. Both of us were spent from the morning already and the shower felt instantly rejuvenating. The water began working to wash our bodies of the sweat and bodily fluids that we were both now covered with. I felt awake again, an...
The firelight was dancing over them as she lay snuggled up between his legs, listening to the crackling of the logs. The only other thing she could hear was the sound of his breathing. He reached down and caressed her cheek; she leaned into his hand. 'Bed?' His voice was soft. She sat up and turned to him, nodding sleepily. 'I'll be there in a minute.' She...
"I've gotta go," he whispers and quickly hangs up the phone. Another evening disrupted by his wife presumably arriving home early from work. I shrug it off. What's a girl to do? They say we can't choose the ones we love, I suppose that's true to some extent. Besides, my master chose me. It would be a great story to tell our kids, if we had them. Anyway, a g...
Ed and Tina have been friends for years. Neither one knowing they both wanted each other. One night after drinks with friends Tina invites Ed and his friend Tom back to her apartment to watch a movie. The movie starts to end Tina notices Tom has fallen asleep. Tina, with the help of the liquid courage she consumed earlier in the evening, leans over to Ed and...
We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly. — Sam Keen * We both had been gasping to fill our lungs barely an hour before, our sweat drenched bodies slick with lust, minds and hearts as one, collapsed into ourselves. Now I stirred to find her removing my shoes and trousers. I feebly tried to wave...
He had been standing at the bottom of the croft for years, a silent watcher of the tides; a startling vision in long johns and a second hand kilt, topped by a shocking pink shell-suit jacket; a nasty reminder of the diabolical eighties fashion trends. Rory was a friend to the animals, none were afraid of his radical dress-sense, or his slightly uneven facial...