It was a dark and stormy evening. Jennifer watched the drops of water hit the window in an apparently random array. She blew a puff of warm air against the glass and attempted to draw shapes, constellations, letters, anything between the drops but nothing appeared. Jennifer wiped the glass clean with her folded napkin, inhaled deeply, and settled into the ce...
Sophie first noticed him when she saw him at the balcony adjacent to hers one night, a man with deep intense eyes, broad manly chest with a tattooed muscular arm in a tight tee, relaxing with a glass of red wine on one hand and a cigarette on the other. He had a magazine in front of him on the table where he sat and was focused intently on his reading with h...
On the eve of his eighteenth birthday, Hiro Hamada took a cab back to the Lucky Cat Cafe, sleeping in his old bed once again, eating hot wings once again, letting Aunt Cass fuss over him just like old times. The past four years had netted him a doctorate—the first of three, he planned—and an additional foot in height, but otherwise, not much had changed. S...
Memories... sweet sweet memories, I'm trying to remember.. It has been a really hot day, a hot long day, I can still feel the heat on my skin. Should I eat something, should I drink something, I am craving something; I just cannot quite put my finger on it. I feel sticky, I feel hot. I can smell the sun block, and the faded smell of vanilla mixing. How I lo...
It wasn't that GoGo didn't like Honey. Honey was great. A good friend, an awesome chick. But Christ, was it annoying how she always got the guys. Without even trying! They took one look at her 'adorkable' act and her vintage fashion and they just lined up to let her be their Manic Pixie Dream Girl—if they didn't run screaming from GoGo first. Because she d...
It was a dark and stormy evening. Jennifer watched the drops of water hit the window in an apparently random array. She blew a puff of warm air against the glass and attempted to draw shapes, constellations, letters, anything between the drops but nothing appeared. Jennifer wiped the glass clean with her folded napkin, inhaled deeply, and settled into the ce...
BOB: I think we're in tune with this whole sex business. I sense we're in tune. O sweet cliché! Third date's the money date. I feel your compliance – okay, you're eventual compliance. You are here, aren't you? You are waiting for me, in the other room, anticipating my arrival, with longing and desire. Or so it seems to me. "Do you want olive or a lemon t...
Batman sighed loudly when his watch beeped nine pm. It was Halloween night and Josh, in the Batman outfit, waited at the suburban street corner to car pool with some friends to an underground party somewhere in the city. He had been waiting since a quarter past eight. His 'friends' had stood him up – again. Josh berated himself for getting his hopes up, he...
Author's note: This is tied for my favorite of the dozen stories I've written so far. It's a slow-paced and gentle exhibitionist/voyeur CMNF tale with a splash of romance and likeable main characters. There is much embarrassment and groping, but no sex. I worked hard on this one and really do hope you enjoy it! ***** I grew up in Florida and have been a be...
Fleur's breath trembled from the speeding thump of her heart. She spread her fingers on the door to Stephanie's room and - with wobbling knees - lowered her eye to the keyhole. The curtains were drawn and a dusty slice of afternoon sunlight illuminated the room. Fleur made out the bed, the dresser, the chaise. Oh... She bit her lip, stifling the urge to blu...