"I'm on the look-out for prey tonight, but you're still on your 'nun run', aren't you?" Debbie said to Maria with a frown. The 'nun run' was the name Debbie had given to Maria's decision to have a period of celibacy, following a particularly wild six months spent ticking as many different new sexual experience boxes as she could. Maria confirmed to Debbie there were still two weeks left of the project to run, although she...

The clothes were perfect. Fitting exactly as they should but then, you’d know my size, my preference and just how to dress me. You have more than once taken the lead in my attire and I’ve always loved each and every piece. From the undergarments to the shoes. You have such fabulous taste! The dress barely covered my ass and sitting would be interesting. All sheer lace and strategic panels. A perfect example of the trend t...

The bar was dimly lit, casting a warm amber glow across the room. A jazz band played softly in the background, the smooth sounds of the saxophone blending with the low hum of conversations. The air carried a thick scent of aged whiskey and faint traces of perfume. Alex sat at the counter, nursing a bourbon, when he saw her. Jordan walked in, her presence magnetic. She wore a deep red dress that clung to her curves, her ey...

“Dot, are we really going to do this?” Holly seemed suddenly unsure as she looked up at the fluorescent purple sign that hung above the door. It read Velvet Verve; it was the bar where, ten years ago, they had met their husbands. “You bet babe… We did not come all this way not to.” “Dot, we only live a couple of miles away.” “That is not the point, Holly. I have not squeezed my big fat frame into this ten-year-old little...

An argument I’ve often had with my girlfriends is what color love is. I usually picture it as a combination of fiery red mixed with yellow and black. Powerful emotions, with fiery fights and hot sex mixed in. I’ve gradually decided that if you don’t agree with a prospective partner about this, you’re headed for problems. I tend to pick my girlfriends who see love as a peaceful green like a forest, or a soft blue, like a w...

It was a drunken mistake. An error in judgment. I shouldn’t have said it to her. Hell, I probably shouldn’t have even been in that bar. If I had been in my right mind, none of this wouldn’t have happened, and that’s a fact I’ll take with me for the rest of my life. The first thing that hit me when I stepped foot in the bar was the noise. It was as though the patrons and the jukebox were in a war to see if one could overpo...

Channing looks over at Loni as she opens beer bottles, pours whiskey, and flirts with the customers. It is that kind of joint, with no frills or fancy cocktails, just people grabbing a few beers and maybe a rack of ribs after a heavy day at work. Channing and Loni had a history, but it wasn’t serious. It never is with Channing. Loni is poetry in motion; her long brunette, curly mane falls down her checked shirt. Her tight...

As a rule, I didn’t mess with married women. Well, the ones wearing their rings, that is, the ones that were obviously married and didn’t even try to hide it. If a woman is in a hotel bar with her ring on, one of four things is probably going on: she wants to have a drink in peace; she’s waiting for her husband, either to go somewhere else or as part of some weird sex game I don’t want to be involved in; she’s too dumb to...

She sits a few stools away at the bar. Alluring, self-assured, giving me that half-bowed, side-glance look. "Hi. I'm Brit. Alone tonight?" "Alicia. No, he's just coming in." "Misread you, sorry." "Doesn't mean you can't ask for my number." I type Alicia Absolutely and hand her my phone. She smiles. "Tomorrow, yes?" handing it back before he walks up. "Brit! Is that you?" "Hello, Thomas." "Know her?" she asks her husband....