Everything about Lilith makes you uncomfortable. The way her single red eye glares at you, how she clenches her cigarette between her teeth, the pistol hanging conspicuously from her hip... For a governmental agent, she doesn't make you feel very safe. She's standing in the house's kitchen, smoking out an open window as you blearily make your way down the stairs. You had a fairly rough night, what with your dreams being p...

You step out of the cold and into the warm welcoming used bookstore. The air smells of hot tea and old paper. Low ceiling, soft lighting, and books in every conceivable location. Cautiously you step between old furniture and paperback piles making your way through the cozy shop. You spot a boulder of a man behind the counter watching you over his wire-rimmed glasses. His bearded Cherub face turns slightly red and then bac...

I arrived at Gordon’s at three as we’d arranged. He was waiting for me at the door and after parking my bicycle by the back door he welcomed me into the kitchen and made us both a cup of tea. His little white dog was barking excitedly so I made a fuss of her which she liked. We were soon chatting happily and Gordon led me through to the living room, which was spacious and comfy and we sat on the sofa. Before long the conv...

I'm Carlotta "Carly" Tibbs, proprietor of the Yosemite Sam Shooting Range and Sex Toy Emporium. It's one-stop shopping in balmy Bullhead City, Arizona for all gun-toting preverts in the great southwest. I was behind the counter marking down our selection of anal beads made of Saguaro cactus (worst marketing idea since New Coke) when she walked in from the oppressive heat, sweating like Kevin Spacey at an all-boys summer c...

Twenty-eight-year-old Josh was a Sergeant with the Cincinnati police force, who worked overnight.  He’d just left work early on a rainy Friday morning, and from that point, all he could think about was Chris, his partner of ten years. “Hey, babe,” he texted Chris.  “I’m on my way home, but I’m stopping at the Wal Mart for a jug of milk and a few things.  Need anything else?” Chris, a supervisor at a coffee plant not too f...

For a few months, Vera was my sex-friend in a short and intense relationship. Even now, three years later, I often think back to those days. When I have time and want good solo-sex, I get lube and let my mind wander back to the time when things got dirty in the bathtub. But let me start at the beginning. My ex of all people arranged our first night in bed. After the breakup, Lisa and I still kept in touch, and one Saturda...

A bunch of old people nursing pints of Mild and a serious lack of viable pussy are the main reasons social clubs aren't my scene. That and the wall-to-wall excitement: bingo nights, bridge evenings, and discos compered by washed-up music teachers. But at the request of the latest IT client I was fleecing, and the prospect of cheap beer, I made an exception. Turns out that was a damn fine decision. The building itself seem...

Down the street from the Najjars, John Matthews awkwardly made his way home. His erection made it hard to walk any faster and even walking was hard to do properly. His penis leaked precum as he pictured his wife Tiffany in the arms of a big black man, just the way he had just seen Jamilah. Across the road, ahead of John, a stunningly beautiful woman in her early twenties jogged down the sidewalk. Her long wavy blonde hair...

It had been six weeks since the Freshman Mixer and the hunt for my mystery blonde continued. Her smile was etched in my mind, and those eyes were burned into my soul. As I fell asleep each night, I yearned for them and everywhere I went I scoured for them. My pursuit had not been completely in vain — just mainly. Once, when I was sat on a bus heading downtown I had driven past her, barely catching a glimpse once again. Th...

I always thought Sue was hot but had never done anything about it. She had been a great friend for many years now. Just last week though that all finally changed, and boy what a change! Just for a little history first...Sue and I had worked together for years now. We had always been close, and I suppose you could say we had a special bond. Living together and working together made us this way. I always looked at her diffe...

(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history.) On the first floor of the school, seventeen year old Scott Olson was heading to Mr. Turner's classroom. In his hand, he had Malcolm Jackson's homework on the history of Samuel Duval, an important black man in the French royal court during the early 17th century. A paper Scott had stayed up late last night to finish. He didn't want to...

I let the cabover Mack tractor snake its way along the 2 lane highway, enroute to another delivery. Another day another delivery followed by another pickup, same story different day; the only thing that changed were the cities involved. Today I'd delivered in northern Kentucky, a load of glass bottles. My pickup was a load of food at a Cincinnati warehouse, bound for a distribution center in Charleston, WV. It was a usele...

Ryan fluttered his eyes open but couldn't see, momentarily panicking the drink had finally sent him blind. He squeezed them shut, drew thumb and forefinger across his aching lids and off the bridge of his nose, clumps of sleep rolling with them. Counting to three, he tried again, relieved this time that his focus began to swim into view. Gooey shapes gradually gave way to harder lines and edges across the bed. He recoiled...

You call me up, but there is no answer. You leave a message saying your thoughts are racing with images of my curves, my touch, my voice, my face, my scent and you are missing me. You hang up. When I retrieve the message later on, flashbacks of my face looking at you and longing for your touch ignite me. Knowing what I am feeling when you look at me gets me so hot. Knowing the truth but not being able to give myself to yo...