We had been drinking and talking for the last half hour. I don’t know if it was Amy’s hand on my thigh, or Tyler’s prolonged stare in a bit of extended silence, but I knew we had hit the fork in the road. No longer could we pretend that we were three frie...
I lie in wait, prone on the hot beach. My hands explore my body. I use fingers to curl inside, and my nipples anticipate. It takes only a few minutes before my desired audience approaches. “Mmm, very nice.” “Young, isn’t she?” “Great tits.” Hands tentativ...
Months went by after our initial encounter: three, to be exact. I didn’t hear from Tyler and Amy, and I didn’t reach out. Perhaps the evening didn’t go as well as I had thought. A small part of me was relieved. It was a minuscule part, but existent noneth...
What am I doing here? I was nervous, extremely so, not to mention genuinely confused at my own actions. I looked around the bar, anxiously scanning the room to see if I could spot them. Nothing yet, which made me secretly relieved. Maybe they wouldn’t sho...
