Cat sat in her spinning desk chair with her knees pulled up to her chest and her elbows propped on her knees. People told her she never looked comfortable sitting like that, but she didn't see why. Her name said a lot about her nature. While "Cat" was short for Catherine, Catherine Williams, she had the natural grace and light-footedness of felines. She was...
My wife, Jessie, and I like to place bets on sports events. It has never made a lot of sense to either one of us the bet money since we share it anyway. Therefore, we usually place bets for "favors." I won the last bet, and with it, I won an evening during which Jessie would do whatever I asked. I picked a Saturday night for the adventure. We went out to ea...
I went out to a club. It was the first time in years, first time since the breakup. I got to the bar, ordered a rum and Coke, no ice. I turned and leaned on the bar, watching everyone, drawing it all in. I started feeling out of place. At 37, you apparently don't go to a club. As old as I felt, I couldn't take my eyes off of the women in this place. Their ey...
My name is Nolan. This story is fictional. Events portrayed did not occur. Working in New York City, I had been spending a lot of my free time in a jazz club not far from the office I worked in, proofing advertisements. I was not necessarily a dedicated jazz fan, but most of the time it was hard to ignore the sounds one could hear on the street if it was q...
There's some drug taking and male on male friendly (not bi or gay) action in this, so please don't read on if either offends or isn't your thing. As I've wrote before, I'm no professional writer and I apologise up front for grammar errors, typos etc! This is about an experience my girlfriend, Michelle and I had with two guys we met when we were out clubbing....
I like my little black dress. The way that the fabric wraps around me makes me feel tugged in and secure – snug stretch around my chest and butt. The black hole dark color fresh off the store shelve injects me with confidence – elegant for a social occasion, sultry for a club. The plenty skin of my legs, chest, and arms – je ne sais quo – gives me a sense of...
(Sigh) I guess that I had better get to it. My mind is a mess of jumbled emotions . My problem, you see, is my marriage. You notice I did not say my wife, I'm not so foolish to place all of the blame for our unhappiness on her. I'm sure that I share at least part of that blame, although her reaction to our unhappiness was extreme, to say the least. Ok, from...
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\Chapter Two: The night ends with a bang Ted's point of view Friday dawned warm and bright. After showering and dressing for a busy day, I walked out of the house into the vineyard. The trellises covered in grape vines ran in neat rows for acres. The netting we used to keep the birds at bay, fluttered slowly in the breeze. I stopped at the first row and dr...
The off-colour remark left me stunned. Sure, I knew that the girls at the office found me attractive, because that was part of the territory of being single. Plenty of these women, indeed most, were married, but that didn't stop them from looking. My profession didn't hurt, either. The only differences between an attorney back in Wales and one here in the...