The only good thing about the dinner so far, Chelsea thought, was the food. Her date was boring. Her brother’s girlfriend was rude. And while she had gotten plenty of compliments about her little black dress, it was starting to feel constraining and uncomfortable. However, the steak and asparagus - that was excellent - and as her date kept bragging about how much money he was saving his company by writing more efficient c...

It's late in the evening when you finally arrive. You enter, and I try to keep it casual and cool, but all I can do is think about how you might taste. We talk, we laugh, share drinks. Inching closer and closer together. After a few hours, we find ourselves tangled up. Your hand is warm on my thigh. I wonder if you can hear how hard my heart is pounding as your head lays on my chest. Your breath smells like whiskey as you...

We are making dinner together. Having a glass of wine. Talking, flirting, laughing. Our hands and bodies occasionally bump into each other. We sensually feed each other samples of the nearly prepared food. I set the table and you bring the food and the refilled wine glasses. We talk about everything and nothing. I can’t remember. I just remember how you look at me. The tension of wanting is in the air. The table is cleare...

"Stop it." "Stop what, I'm not doing anything." "Yes you are. You're doing that clenching, curling, clinging thing you do when you're displeased. So, please, stop doing it." "Hurumph." "And sulking isn't going to help. We're going to be here awhile so why don't you try and enjoy yourself," "Un-fucking-likely. What do you mean 'awhile'? Isn't this going to be like all the other times; excruciating, embarrassing, and requir...

It was a bright, sunny day in early January. I had just come back from a work trip to the Capital which was productive but the weather had been awful. My flight bag had been accompanied by a chilly bag from Le Gourmet containing 1kg each of Grey Slate Venison, sausages, and mince. Half was for my freezer, the rest for friends. It also contained a 600g Valley Bakery Rye and Multi-Seed and some Le Chocolat single-origin bar...

“Welcome to Bimbo Burger, Home of the Best Bimbo Burgers, Can I take your order?” Ralph stared at her glossy pink lips as she smiled at him. He had thought this place a myth, but there she was, topless and perky in all the ways. Vacant, bimbo eyes blinking at him like a doll. Her nipples were as pink as her hair and her lipstick. Her eyes looked like someone painted her eyes blue. She was the most Doll-like person he’d ev...

I'd not stuck around last night after my dad had joined us, mainly because I was so bloody horny, especially after my fingers had abruptly slipped up inside Molly's silky wet vagina. That happened because we'd been startled by my dad, but thank god for the blanket covering us. I was now totally addicted to Molly and her body. She was still, for all intents and purposes, my step mum and had been since I was a teenager. But...

I had met this girl on a dating app. Her name was Anna, she was an arts and crafts teacher, quite chubby with a big bottom and large breasts and a very cute smile. Anna lived in a neighbouring city, so we had written to each other for quite a while before our schedules allowed for a first meeting. We had gotten along well over text and voice message and noticed that we had the same kind of humour. That's why we felt comfo...

I met my first girlfriend just two blocks from where I lived in Williamsbridge, The Bronx. It was September 1972 and I had started my senior year at high school. I was seventeen years old and my romantic experiences at school had been, frankly, non-existent. Maybe high school was overrated as a dating location, but I hadn’t found a single prospect during my three years there. By that point, I was starting to think ahead t...

It was just another boring book signing until the two beautiful women walked up to the table. The tall blonde spoke first as the gorgeous redhead smiled shyly at me. “Will you sign my book, Mr. Daniels?” “Absolutely. But you’ll have to go to dinner with me.” “Sorry, I’m married.” “Sadly, all the good ones are.” The redhead spoke up. “I’m not.” I smiled at her. “Hmm. So do I need to amend my statement, or are you not good?...