“…And anyway, whatever your feelings about me, I have a boyfriend. Well kind of, I guess. But what I’m saying is, it won’t matter because I’m not really single anyways.” Rachel was telling me this while sitting across from me at the dining room table with the lease agreement and a pen in her hands. She was in the middle of signing when she told me that we should agree to a no-sex pledge and followed up that statement by a...

Harley woke around eight-thirty in the morning with butterflies in the pit of her stomach and a level of excitement that she couldn’t explain. On the one hand, she was the one that had instigated the online affair and on the other, she scolded herself for letting it get too far. She contemplated calling the whole thing off, but that would leave a bitter taste in its wake. Her feelings of excitement and remorse were equall...

We’re on our first date, first real date. Not that staying in the apartment with Amy is a drag (you’ve read the stories…), but we live in a college town, and it’s Friday night. Aside from all the sex (again… you read the stories), it has been a busy week. I spent as much time leaning over the kitchen table writing as I did lying under Amy, fucking. Once in a while, you want to look at four walls other than your own, drink...

You learn a lot about someone by the way they act after you tell them you love them, or at least tell them that you love something about them. The next day, things could have gone in a very serious direction. Amy’s twenty. I didn’t fuck around with twenty-year-old girls even when I was twenty. (There’s more to the Aunt Judy story than I told Amy. Let’s just say Judy had me over a lot that summer and she gave me a lasting...

“You have really big balls. Did you know that?” “I did.” I like tits, which Amy just discovered. My devotion to them probably deserves its own chapter here. I’m not usually a blow job guy. It’s not the first thing on my mind when I’m horny or when I see a woman who arouses me. But Amy is a blow job girl. She’s beginning to convert me. She just drank down her third or fourth load this week, and it’s Tuesday. I’m laid back...

I wake up early, even after I go to bed late. It’s a habit that never changes unless the sun’s already up when I hit the sack. Amy and I were still getting to know one another, but she had slept over enough times for me to know she never opens her eyes in the morning until she has to. So when I rolled over the next morning and she was lying there staring at the ceiling, I thought something might be wrong. She didn’t wait...

Every relationship ends. Before they do, they hit a sweet spot, those few weeks when things are as close to perfect as they’re going to get. We were in that zone, had just entered it, actually. A few weeks back the whole thing started with some flirty jokes in class. Then we ran into one another at the soda machine during a break. I said a few things, made her laugh. That’s never a bad start, and if you’re a little older...

I have written a lot of stories, and I believe I have a creative imagination. Because most of the stories are my fantasies, my main male characters tend to resemble me. This might quickly lead an astute reader to confusion, because in the various stories, my wife is either a nymphomaniac, or she's dead, or she left me for either a younger or an older man. My only answer is that to some extent all of those descriptions of...

An Indeterminate Point In The Future The sunlight streams through the window, making your dirty blonde locks glow shimmer like a curtain of molten metal. You’re perched naked on a stool, wiggling hot pink painted toenails, music pumping into you from a beat-up iPod held together by tape and a little bit of grace courtesy of Granny Teague’s main man in the sky. “Lookin’ fine as hell this morning, blondie,” a voice calls up...

Before I moved to California, people told me all the time that it would be hot and humid. No one managed to convey to me exactly how unbearable it would be, so a mere four weeks into my new life with my boyfriend Jake at our southern Californian home I decided that I needed to get with the climate and part ways with my hair.I was a girly girl from Montana, and the locks that fell to the middle of my back were dutifully br...

She gasped and then went limp, melting into the bed. It took me far too long to decide something was wrong. As I slowed to a stop, she took a shuddering breath, and her eyes popped open.There was surprise and delight in her eyes as she exclaimed, "Oh, don't stop!"Her hands slid to the small of my back and she started pushing with the tempo she wanted. My hips started thrusting again, and she moaned in pleasure. Her hands...

After dinner, I tried to watch TV, but I couldn't concentrate on the show. I tried to check my work email, but the words didn't seem to matter much. Money was tight, so I mixed myself a weak whiskey and coke, and sat and stared out the window.As I returned to my window seat with a second drink, I saw a woman standing on the sidewalk looking at my building. Her face was in shadows from the streetlight, and all I could make...

Settling in to the westWe had moved to WA from the eastern states. My motivation for the move was to try to get my wife, Sue away from the men that she had formed her cheating relationships with. I had told her she had a choice to make. She could either stay in the east and our marriage would be dissolved or come with me but only on the condition that her cheating behavior ends. Sue had chosen to come with me. I had littl...