I stir in my sleep as the phone buzzes on the bedside cabinet. I quickly look at the digital bedside clock and moan quietly as I press one of the side buttons on the iPhone to silence the buzzing. Who the fuck would call at 2:00am? I turn around to see if my wife is still asleep. All hell would break loose if her sleep got disturbed. Thankfully, she is still snoring, probably in some dream about clothes and shoes. I am no...

Jake timed it so that he knocked on Vanessa’s door at 4:45 precisely, just as instructed. Vanessa’s voice, firm yet inviting, called out from behind the door, "Come in." Jake opened the door and stepped inside, his heart pounding in his chest. Vanessa sat behind her large mahogany desk, her posture impeccable, her head down. "Close the door," she instructed without looking up from the papers she was perusing. Jake obeyed,...

It was a warm night. I could see T relaxing on the bed in her hotel room with the curtains and window open. I phoned her and saw her pick it up and answered the call. “Hey. How are you?” she asked. “All good. Put your phone on speaker mode and then put it down,” I said. “What, why?” T queried, sounding confused. “Just do it,” I replied. I could see T do as instructed and then sit back on the bed. “What’s on your mind?” “Y...

“Woah, what the fuck, dude?” Rachel stood in the doorway to her room, towel-drying her hair and unable to believe what she saw. Her roommate’s boyfriend was reclining on her bed, pants around his ankles, rubbing his cock. “Uh, do you mind?” Norm responded shamelessly, without stopping. “I’m mid-stroke, here.” “Do I mind?” She sputtered, genuinely at a loss for words. “Are those my fucking underwear?” “Yeah,” he moaned, ho...

“Look, the warrior princess is finally coming around.” The harsh baritone wakes my mind like basalt rock against a cheese grater. Every syllable is ripping out a handful of the paper-thin wall between sanity and echoing paracusias. Such a tiny little mistake... I walked right into that trap, didn’t I? The annoyed voice in my head is beating up my reckless, overconfident self mockingly, while another, more fragile ego pray...

I walked into my former boss, Ms. Pouvoir’s office without a knock or permission at 1:00. Her body immediately tensed at the affront someone would enter her domain without explicit permission, even though our appointment had been set an hour earlier. “Close the door,” she ordered without a glance up in my direction, looking busy with something more important on her laptop screen. I ignored her command, leaving the door wi...

The force of nature blew past me with the anger and intensity of a level-five hurricane. The storm’s name is Ms. Pouvoir, the tyrannical Vice President of Marketing. Unlike most storms, no first name or other signs of disrespect were tolerated. She commanded veneration. The gale-force winds of her thundering past my desk ruffled the papers from their required orderly place. “My office, now,” she commanded without a glance...

The refrain of Lady Gaga’s song Teeth suddenly brought my phone to life on my nightstand with an incoming call. The screen lit up with the name of my former boss, Ms. Pouvoir. I didn’t expect her call for another twenty minutes. She was more desperate than I expected. The wide blue eyes of my petite, naked blond neighbor Brittany looked up at the sound of the interruption. “Don’t stop,” I ordered. The corners of her mouth...

Gary had been traveling almost all day. With the delays at the airport and the traffic getting there, he was on edge. The location and reason for the trip didn't help either. It had been years in the planning stages. The person he was visiting was someone he had known for years and yet, had never met. ___________________________________________ They started out talking on one of those meet-up sites. Not that he had ever t...