Bosom buddies. That was what my mom always called me and Charity. While the term usually made me and my best friend snicker, I couldn't help but think of it now, when the two of us stood facing each other in my bedroom. A few minutes earlier, Charity had arrived at my house and let herself inside. The sound of her bounding up the steps made me grin. It was a Saturday afternoon, and since my parents would be gone till earl...

It was the summer I turned seventeen, and me and my friend Ida were on our way to our first festival to see the likes of Snoop, M.I.A, Foo Fighters, and lots of other bands. We were going to camp in our brand new and not very large tent, meet boys, stay up late and maybe even sneak in a beer or two. It was going to be The Greatest Summer Ever, if everything went as we had planned. I wasn’t even halfway through my train jo...

As I pulled into my father's driveway, I frowned in confusion at the sight of an unfamiliar car parked next to his. Dad didn't have many friends aside from his poker buddies, so I had no idea who would be visiting him on a Thursday afternoon. I'd recently begun working nights at the hospital, and I tried to check in on Dad fairly often before I had to start getting ready for my shift. At seventy years old, Dad had retired...

I am naked and lying on my back. My head rests within the confines of Robin's queening chair, which is shaped like a box, its sides enclosed around me. I'm grateful for the padded bottom side separating my head from the floor. I'd find the contraption claustrophobic if I were able to see, but the blindfold subdues my anxiety. It also prevents me from seeing any of the women who will soon take a seat on the chair. Directly...

Lance moved to lie on top of me, and I eagerly slipped my arms around him. All the while, I thought of how I was the second woman to be fucked in his bed tonight. As he lowered his lips to my neck, I closed my eyes and vividly recalled the way Dawn had begged him to give it to her harder. "You understand I haven't done this in a long time," I said quietly. Lance lifted his head to gaze down at me. "I figured as much." He...

Saturday morning had arrived. After showering Pam and I went downstairs remaining naked to have breakfast in the garden. It was another beautifully warm sunny day so we sprawled out on the loungers to enjoy the sunshine. Pam asked what time Brad was due, probably planning ahead, and thinking of dressing before he arrived. I lied and said probably around 3pm. The anticipation was too much to bear. Like a cat on a hot tin r...

“That's from the lady, over there," the barman smiled at Wilbur and indicated with his eyes toward the blonde sitting at the end of the bar, as he slid the drink towards him. Wilbur was on his second drink for the night at his regular watering hole, The Tipsy Tipple. He had been here more regularly after his breakup a couple of months ago and had come to know a couple of the regulars by name. He enjoyed the familiarity an...

During my time as a student, I was a student ambassador and was involved in many aspects of student life, including helping others from time to time. When I left university, I stayed locally and was offered the chance to become a student councillor. They sent me on some courses and gave me an office (broom cupboard) to work from. Most of the students that came to see me were freshers. Contrary to popular belief, most stud...

Jack and I are easy together. We make sense: neighbors to friends to lovers, Jack and Benji, married by twenty-five. He's tall and lean, with soft blond hair and steady hands around my waist. In our younger days, he made me feel like one of the boys before I was one of the boys, even if he had to take a beating for me. He held me as I recovered from top surgery, fetched me water and yogurt and painkillers, and massaged he...

Lego bounded out of the car, eager to run off some of his endless Aussie energy. Much as he loved to ride, he loved to run even more; he chafed under the constraints of a long car trip, as did I. Now he ran around, sniffing the evidence of previous canine passersby while I changed into my boots and packed up our stuff. We were later hitting the trail than I would have liked, but I’d had some business to take care of first...

Monday! Monday! Monday!Another rainy weekend results in miserable traffic. Shhhheesh a little rain in Miami and people forget how to drive.The traffic report stated “826 West has been closed from 27th Ave to 47th, its a parking lot now all the way from 57th to 103rd.”I wasn't in a hurry I just hate sitting in traffic, having borrowed Tom's truck this weekend, I was on my way to return it.Tom wasn't in a hurry either along...