Celly and I left my bedsit the next morning. I was going to work and she was going home. She had to catch a bus as she lived in Muswell Hill and it was a bit of a trek from mine. A few hundred yards away took us to the bus stop and we waited together until the bus came. "You doing anything tonight?" I asked. "I'm meant to be going to a pub with my flatmate. There's a live band, it should be a good night. You should come,...

Jack exited the study hall; no one was in the hallway at the moment. Jack made a sigh of relief. The last thing he wanted was for someone to find out what he did, especially Sophie. Jack felt bad for what he had done, but the thought of Ms. Waters overrides his guilt. He vowed to himself that it would only be Ms. Waters and Sophie that he would have sex with. Jack checked his watch. It had only been around an hour since t...

A week or two after the first encounter with my new neighbor, the weather was perfect for a cookout and bonfire with some neighbors in the backyard. Debbie was happy to join and even offered to bring some wine for everyone. While I was hoping to see what I could get cooking with just the two of us, we invited others, including Jim, the single dad who lived across the street. I didn't know him well and thought this would b...

It was a good thing I was practically finished with school, because I found it impossible to concentrate during class. I thought only of Ryan and when I'd be able to see him again. I continued going to his apartment in the evenings, and as we spent more time together, I began to feel like we were a couple. We still had sex every chance we got, but we also shared meals at his kitchen table, and we watched movies while sitt...

It had been about a week since the Peterson’s had moved across the street from my family. Even though their time here has been short, they’ve already proven themselves to be friendly people. The widowed Mrs. Peterson was always inviting me and my wife, Sherri, over for cookies or a quick board game. Wanting to return the hospitality, we invited the Petersons over to join our small family’s annual Fourth of July backyard b...

We made the trek back to his cherry red sports car, which radiated with heat waves in the summer sun. If I had stuck to the leather seats on the way to the garden, that was nothing compared to the sensation now. We exchanged glances and petted each other through our clothes, which were effectively drenched by now in sweat, while they drove out of the garden parking lot and through the winding roads of the rest of the park...

Barbara knocked at the door of forty-seven Acacia Avenue and breathed a sigh of relief. With only an overnight suitcase for the whole weekend in tow, she leaned through the car window and paid the taxi fare. By the time she had turned to face the front door her mother was beaming at her, arms outstretched waiting for that hug. Her father stood behind waiting his turn. The hug seemed to go on for ages. “I can hardly get cl...

My wife Ann and I have been married for more than thirty years. It had been over the past few years that I began to experience issues in the bedroom. They were subtle at first but only got worse over time. Our sex life, which once was vibrant and exciting, had slowed to a trickle. Ann seemed okay with the situation, but I knew that wasn’t true. She had been only with me, which made things more important. She had crossed t...

It was a hot summer day. The girl sat on the park bench, her feet dangling off the edge of the bench. She wore a short skirt and sandals, her legs were bare and smooth. Her shirt was light and airy, and it billowed in the breeze. She had long brown hair that fell in waves down her back, framing her face perfectly. Her eyes were a deep blue that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. The girl's skin was a warm, golden brown fr...