Warm beams of sunlight teased through the window of the coffee shop. Shelby sat there, relaxing, admiring the milky taste of her latte and glancing through the window at the busy street beyond. The sound of a spoon against a cup, juxtaposed with the murmur of customers ordering food and coffee, added another layer to the aroma of brewed coffee. She couldn’t see him at first—the man sitting zoned out across from her, his i...

The chill in the morning air left Anna's cheeks rosy pink and her nose chapped, a feeling she had oddly come to love as she strolled the quiet neighborhood streets of her small cul-de-sac lined with maple trees beginning to lose their leaves. The house felt strangely empty, even if the cul-de-sac was anything but, and she had to remind herself that it was only temporary. Three months offshore was enough to make it feel li...

My name is Mandy, and I don't know how else to put it, but I love sex, a lot! I just turned sixteen this past month, and it's been an eye-opening rollercoaster for me. I'm pretty much your all-American girl. 5'6" tall, about 120 pounds with dirty blond hair, a super cute butt, and a very lean body thanks to being a cheerleader plus playing volleyball and swimming for my high school. You could say I take great care of myse...

In an effort to clear my head of the taboo thoughts of sex with my stepdaughter, I told my wife I needed to do some shopping for the upcoming Christmas holiday, and I needed to do it alone. On the way to the mall, I decided to stop at a local coffee shop for some quiet time to reflect on fucking the stepdaughter who I helped raise, who I supported through the birth of her children and the divorce of her narcissistic, assh...

“Was that vanilla or white chocolate?” “Hmm?” I snapped out of my daze. “Oh, yeah. White chocolate. Sorry, Enrique, I’ve got a lot on my mind.” “It’s okay, Rissa,” he gave me his usual charming smile. “A large white chocolate Grinder, okay. And, uh, should I help you out again tonight?” “Oh, you’re a sweetheart, Enrique, but I’m just not feeling up to it. Sorry to disappoint you.” I shook my head ruefully.  “No problem, M...

Ava was an intensely grounded woman for being so beautiful. Her allure never siphoned her charm, never left her hollow. Piercing blue eyes told you she was constantly thinking a million things but wouldn’t dare say what. On the occasions she did, pleasure was far too tame a word to say what it gave me. On that particular Thursday, her long, mahogany curls draped the shoulders of her thigh-length coat, full skirt complemen...

The coffee shop glowed, front window framed by a string of amber lights. It reflected on the shimmering pavement, the already over-green town draped in its usual overcast cloak. I sat alone, nestled against a rain-flecked window, a faded copy of Being And Nothingness resting beside my equally patient, steaming cup. Beneath the table, my fingertips played along my thigh. The white noise of boiling tea kettles and trickling...

 "Almost there guys," I said as I looked into the back seat. My two Malamute dogs looked back at me. I hated seeing them like this, cooped up in the back seat of my SUV. "I'm sorry," I said as a single tear traced down my face. I wiped it away and shook my head. "Enough of that," I cursed myself. I had cried enough on this long drive.  Texas was a long way behind me now, so was a great life that I had left behind. Georgia...