She was a hoochie coochie dancer, I was a mere glass collector. Sure, she had flirted with me before. But asking me to adjust her brassiere was a step up and totally against the rules. Now my hand was quivering as she pressed my palm between her decolle...
MANNING I had been thinking way too much about my encounter with Kenna in New Orleans. Our encounter only involved oral sex, but I was wanting more. I didn’t know exactly what, but I was definitely willing to explore. I felt that she was a kindred spirit...
MANNING A couple of my biker brothers wanted to go to a little dive bar on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. This is a regular haunt for us because it’s at least a hundred miles from our hometown and far away from nosey people. I am at least twenty years ol...
By the time I was twenty-nine I’d been scorned enough to know better. But I was weak and she was everything missing. It started off innocent, flirtatious bar-banter. Seductive glances that were blind to the diamond glint. Then we were alone and my arousal...
The stifling heat had finally broken, and from the bar’s window, I could see a storm was descending on New York City. I winced, shook the water from my hat, dropped it on the table, and slipped into the snug. I looked at my bloodied hands. I knew I should...
“So,” she said with a smirk, “I guess you want to hear my whole sad story.” She took a drag from her cigarette and exhaled lazily toward the ceiling. “Is it sad?” I asked with a smirk of my own. “It has to be sad,” she said, “Otherwise I wouldn’t be here....
The bar was small and intimate, the low vaulted ceiling and exposed brickwork amplifying the near Gothic look. Its discreet location hidden under the railway arches, well off the beaten track for those not in the know. Drawing only the most of discerning...
It was a Saturday night in September of 1980 at the start of Kelly’s junior year of college. I was visiting Kelly and her roommate Tricia at college. Tricia was looking through the entertainment section of the student newspaper and calling out the various...
In 1979, with trophy ring memories, I followed hubby to the Pacific Northwest, part of a periodic lemming rush north, propelled by and paid for, by California’s home equity. I was twenty-nine. Our modest twenty-five-year-old Mountain View home’s sale pri...
It had been a long day. The icing on the cake had been some Karen at the end of my shift practically demanding that I give her even more of a discount on an end table that was on clearance because it was discontinued. No matter how many times I told her I...
Sitting on the chair leaning against the bar, Steven sat quietly sipping on his rum and coke. It was a fairly quiet night at the local sports bar he often ventured to after work to wind down from his work shift.Steven looked up at the door as a small grou...
I’m Jackson Pope. I graduated Magna Cum Laude with a degree in Mechanical Engineering. Nine companies interviewed me and made serious offers. Six of the nine had corporate cultures that fit well with my personality and work interests. The benefit packages...
“Hey Jay, long time no see. You want the usual?” “Hey Seamus, good to see you again. How about we do an eighteen year old this time.” The lady at the next table looked over at me with a questioning look as Seamus walked back to the bar to get my whiskey....
“Holy hell, you think you’re all that and a damn bag of chips. Let me tell you, girlfriend, you’re not. In fact, you’re not even the crumpled up bag. If you think you’re gonna walk up in my bar and run your damn trap, I’ll show you just what this ole coun...
Elizabeth and I love playing games together. We explore fantasies and so long as we both enjoy them, anything goes. One of the games we play is for her to dance and flirt with other men while I watch. We have a favourite bar we go to. The layout is perfec...
