It was an ordinary late summer day, muggy but not too hot. She had left for work planning to stop home to change before meeting a friend for drinks. As her days usually went, things got crazy, she missed lunch, meetings ran long and she rushed to meet her friend without changing. She had dressed for work in her favorite pinstriped suit. The jacket fit like a...
I had run a bit late in getting to Reagan Airport, but fortunately, the outside luggage check-in had no line, so I quickly checked my bag and headed toward security. The line for security wasn't too bad either, nothing like the winding snakes I often would hit in Terminal B, so by the time I made it to my gate, I still had an hour before flight time. I grabb...
[Honest critiques are greatly desired. Thanks.] "Don't move." And like the good girl that you are, you don't. I rest my wine glass right in the small of your back, then sit back a bit to get a better perspective. I want to take it all in, absorb it and internalize it, like a Vermeer masterpiece. Your ass is gorgeous. Perfect. Round and sumptuous. A curv...
You had heard the rumours that the girl from number 12 has been seen arround the village in the middle of the night completely naked but of course you did not believe them. She is such a nice girl you say to yourself. Well you did not believe it until this one night anyway. It was the night of 10 November and all seemed still in the world, but for some reas...
If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that the life I was living was straight out of either a bad country song or a bad soap opera. Before, my life was pretty good. Not great, mind you, nothing abnormal, nothing I could brag about - but pretty good. I didn't have the greatest job in the world, but I didn't have the greatest skill set in the worl...
It was around 4:00 in the afternoon; Stacy was in her usual place in front of the computer she was always on around this time, bored at home and online. Stacy was pretty enough, at 19, slim with long brown hair and hazel eyes. Her live in boyfriend worked a lot leaving her at home to look after their young son. She liked being online talking to different peo...
Authors Note: I wrote this very short little story for a friend on his birthday. I hope you all enjoy reading it. ***** A sun-bronzed man walks the edge of the water on a deserted beach of the tropical island that is his prison. His ragged trews hinting at his port of origin as he scans the far horizon for the chance passing of a ship. "Son of a syphili...
You want to know what will happen when you meet me for coffee the first time after all these hot emails. Here's how it might happen . . . You, standing in my apartment, barefoot on my bright red rug. We met for coffee and talked, the niceties, but your leg was against mine under the table and all you could think about was those few inches of contact. You c...
This story is based loosely on true events in my life. Aside from the names of the women involved (which I've changed to protect their privacy) I will let the reader guess where the story turns from fact to fiction. As a single man of 31, I would often go to my hometown's bars on weekends, carrying a guitar on my back in case I might get to serenade a few p...
We're celebrating my birthday late since he couldn't be with me on it. I am getting drunk. In his hotel room. I'm sitting on the bed, half naked, and downing all the vodka I can. I set the bottle on the table and get off the bed. I walk over to where he is and sit in his lap, not facing him. I lean back, grabbing his hands and use them to touch myself. I mo...