Andy Lynch stepped off a United Airlines regional jet from Newark at Halifax International Airport. He wheeled a black carry-on to a Canadian Border Control desk after completing the digital entry screen and handed in his passport form inspection. The agent scanned it, stamped it and handed it back with a customs form marked with a red marker. “Thank you, Mr. Williams. Welcome to Canada.” Andy walked to the officer standi...

Allen waited until about 9 a.m., then heard the rumbling engine note from Makennah’s black Corvette as she left her mom’s gravel driveway and went up the street, headed off for her lifeguard duty at the country club pool. Allen’s cock stirred in his sweatpants. Time to fuck! he thought. He was going to tippy-toe over to Maria’s, let himself in the back door without knocking, maybe even surprise her with no pants on and hi...

Three weeks had passed since thirty-something Tony Fuller had had a four-night/five-day coach holiday in Scotland. Tony had never visited Scotland before, and he fell in love with the scenery. Something else that Tony fell in love with was having sex with fifty-two-year-old Sharon Jefferson, who was the tour guide on the coach. They had sex on the evenings of nights two, three and four. Tony and Sharon were both single, T...

The year was 1989. Clank-clank. At the sound of an aluminum ladder being positioned against the side of the next-door house, Maria practically leaped from her seat in the breakfast nook of her sun-splashed kitchen and sprinted for her bedroom window. Her heart was racing. Oh, yes, he’s going on the roof again! Skittering through the back hall, Maria kicked off her stupid marabou bedroom slippers, then stopped, turned, and...

It was breakfast time in the hotel on what was the fourth morning of a five-day Scottish coach holiday. The party would be leaving the hotel that had been home for the last two nights after breakfast for some more sightseeing before spending the last night of the holiday in another hotel. Coach driver Clare Murdoch and tour guide Sharon Jefferson had loaded the passenger's luggage on the coach ready for leaving soon after...

We didn’t hang out. He didn’t call. I didn’t text. I’d say that I didn’t wait by the phone, but it's the 21st century; it stayed glued to my hand as I doomscrolled Twitter and compared myself to people on Instagram. Was I putting myself in a good place mentally? No. Was I going to do something about that? Also no. In the spirit of making bad choices while being emotional, I decided to go to Roy’s. Not to get laid. Just to...

I never expected to be a barfly, but it turned out to be a pretty good life choice. Six-year-old Sarah expected to be a Disney princess. Hell, I looked like one; Snow White, to be specific: black hair, pale complexion, rosy cheeks, ruby lips. My eyes are green, but outside of that? We could have been twins. Unfortunately, my prince turned out to be moonlighting in a whole library of other women's stories. So there I was,...

Coach tour guide Sharon Jefferson, aged fifty-two, was on a five-day/four-night trip to Scotland and with two nights still to go, it had been sexually pleasing for her. She had not been very happy going into the trip because an affair that she had been having with a coach driver from the company, Dave Trinder, had been halted by the company changing working schedules so that she and Dave no longer travelled together. Alth...

Sharon Jefferson prepared to go down for her evening meal at the hotel, but she was much more interested in what would be happening later in the evening. Sharon, aged fifty-two, was a tour guide/courier on a coach that was currently in Scotland, and later that evening, she was due to have a drink, and almost certainly a fuck, with one of the coach passengers. Sharon had, in the past, occasionally had sex with passengers f...

Sharon Jefferson was not particularly happy at the moment. She was a fifty-two-year-old divorcee, who worked as a tour guide for a coach company that mostly worked within the UK, with occasional tours to Europe. It was not her job that she was unhappy about, as such, but more because she had been split from the coach driver that she normally travelled with. She had spent most nights in the various hotels that she stayed i...

Being a divorced single man in his late forties, Ross was enjoying himself on various dating apps. While he was seeking a real relationship, he was happy to get naked with almost any woman for a hookup. Ross was an admitted man-whore. His usual play was to send a few messages, talk on the phone, and try to meet the women in about a week for “a simple thirty-minute date over a glass of wine to test our chemistry.” This had...

It was the mid-1980s and I was a hot-shot salesman working in Orange County, south of Los Angeles. I had moved from one territory to the next to the next, each time getting a bump in salary and getting an area with more volume in sales. The work was simple, sell wine displays to the managers of chain grocery stores (Safeway, Vons, Albertsons, etc), keep them up to date on upcoming ad specials so they had plenty of invento...

Every August the halls of Oak Valley High School are electric with the energy of a new school year. The spirit squad had banners up welcoming students back on campus, and the quad was full of club tables for sign-ups in anticipation of the first day of school. Teachers had been back on campus for two days when we had our traditional Wednesday morning staff meeting in the cafeteria. Mr. Garcia, our principal, first welcome...

This was the annual fundraising dinner, dance, and silent auction for the foundation that was converting the old 1910 brick high school buildings into a community center. The buildings needed structural earthquake upgrades, updated electrical and plumbing, and a basic full gut-job remodel. I had purchased a table of eight for the annual Summer Gala and had my three administrative assistants and their husbands at the table...