We’ve planned this party - planned going to it, knowing what each other would be wearing. We dressed this evening with each other, for each other, long and slow and teasingly, stopping between pieces of clothing to kiss and suck and nibble. I’m across the room from you, flirting with your friends, swaying my hips beneath my black skirt. When I lean over the...
Look, I know that what I had done in order to move us out of my parents' basement and into the house of our dreams was wrong. But there was no other way for that dream to come true with my salary from that waitressing job at the diner and the weekly paycheck that my husband had been getting from his boss. Anyway, it was on this one Wednesday afternoon that...
This is the last time, I thought. It was a week since I met her, and I couldn't get her out of my mind, which was crazy in itself: She was old enough to be my mother! It started out innocently enough, a comment about a cologne I had tried. She liked it. She liked it a lot, apparently! Within fifteen minutes, I was slamming it home to her in a fitting room...
There was a moment of relative quiet, as the band went on break, but before the jukebox blared. Only a few of the patrons had noticed Mina, and it took the rest of that brief moment for others to begin to notice. Then, from near the front, a jukebox began to blare a Dave Matthews song, and as Mina began to strut towards the door, a certain playful lyric danc...
"The quality of mercy is not strain'd. It droppeth as gentle rain from heaven." - Shakespeare * It was early evening when she walked into the bar. He had not expected to see her. "Can I talk to you for a second," she said. "Sure," he said. She led him away from the crowded bar area and to an isolated table. "You're my friend, right?" she asked. "Of c...
She walked in the door slowly, eyes adjusting to the dim light. Jeans snug and low on her hips, silver jewelry sparkling on her wrists and ears, and a faded denim shirt with tails half in and half out. From the look of her straggly sun streaked long hair to her dusty high heeled cowboy boots you could tell she'd been on the road a while. She looked slowly ar...
John was nervous as he waited at the restaurant. He wasn't afraid that someone would recognize him...he was 40 miles from the town he lived in and this little restaurant seemed an unlikely place to run into someone that he knew. No...John was nervous because he had come to meet a woman that he'd met online. John had told his wife Kim that he was going to pl...
A gust of cold air blew into the diner, along with the howl of the winter storm, which was then muffled just as quickly with the slamming of the door. Michelle, leaning on the employee side of the counter, looked up from the notebook she was studying and saw a man in black, frosted with snowflakes. "Hi there!" She greeted him. "Is it bad out there?" "Prett...
Brad was enjoying his little break from reality that night. He and Khaled played some pool and threw money into the jukebox to hear songs they could have heard on the radio for free. The alcohol had thinned out his blood and acted like an analgesic on his body and his mind. In his drunken haze, he found himself stealing longer and more frequent glances at th...
The night was pretty much a bust, we'd drove around town trying to find something to do, we wanted to sing but there wasn't any karaoke going on anywhere. And so we ended up in this college bar where we knew nobody. It wasn't so bad though, they had a jukebox and a few people dancing. We spent most of the evening on the patio; drinking, smoking, talking. A...