1. Prologue. That morning was spent talking together about their proposed joint venture, and afterwards Tom invited Simon to stay yet another night. It would be less formal than the 'celebration' evening, he said, not knowing quite how celebratory Simon and Cat had been in the Guest room last night! Of course, Simon agreed but had to go back to his rented apartment briefly, to gather a change of clothes and some bathroom...
3:00 pm, one Friday in May. Those tits are hanging in front of me again. Loose within Sherrie's satin bra as she bends down unnecessarily to drop some mail on my desk. Also hanging in front of me is the same question again. “As a man, if you find a woman attractive, you should ask her out, right?” Her chasmic cleavage pins my eyeballs downward like a paperweight. Yeah, I know where her eyes are, but I’m human. “Sure,” I s...
Life is funny. Very rarely do things work out exactly as planned. Most times, there are speed bumps along the road, sometimes there are detours, and sometimes the road is totally closed, forcing us to find a new route, or perhaps a new destination. I was trying to figure out if I needed a new route, or if I needed to change my destination altogether. I had just celebrated my thirtieth birthday, I was building a successful...
Sam After my slutty weekend, my thoughts kept returning to Friday night, my first group sex and bisexual experience with my friend Jenna. I realized I was curious to try more things with her and daydreamed about it that week during class. I turned myself on, imagining what else could happen, and what else I might want to try. So, I decided to talk to Jenna about it. We both worked as lifeguards and swim instructors at the...
I was out of town at my sister's house for Christmas, not this last, but the one before that. There were many of us staying at my sister's house, so the only bed left was on the couch in the living room by the Christmas tree. I was up very late helping Santa, and after that, I stayed up even longer, drinking some whiskey and thinking about lost loved ones and friends I missed; Christmas stirs up memories and emotions. I w...
I pulled my ‘Son of a Gun’ Grey coloured Holden Equinox into the empty car spot. Very much a tight fit for a big car. Now that we were out of lockdown, I was getting used to parking a larger car in tight spots again. I sat there, in the driver’s seat, my heart racing and my hands sweaty. telling myself, ‘It’s only one drink, Ruby. Nothing more. One drink with Nathan, that’s it.’ We had been chatting online while we were i...
“Can I have the last sip?” Aubrey asked, looking up at me with her big blue eyes and a smile that could have convinced me to do anything. Treason, murder, convert to Scientology, literally anything. “Of course,” I said, handing her the blue slushie we’d been sharing. She took it and wrapped her lips around the straw to suck out the last few slurps of sugary blue deliciousness. That alone shouldn’t have been enough to rile...
So there I was, kayaking through the beautiful waters of New Zealand, when lo-and-behold I got myself lost. I was searching for a series of caves I'd read about that were allegedly filled with bioluminescent glow worms. Photos made it seem like a scene in Avatar, and although I didn’t like the movie, I couldn’t help but gawk at the amazing visuals like everyone else. To see their real life inspiration would be incredible....
My friend Matt had just been joking with me about "massaging" each other's dicks. But he'd always cracked jokes about gay sex, so up to now, I didn't take it seriously. It always seemed like he was kidding. Except this time, it didn't seem that way. It started with him fake-seductively asking for a "tit massage" because his pecs were sore from his morning workout. He was quickly rebuffed that that was no fun, because tits...
“Welcome to manhood!” Matt beamed as he walked in and sat down. It was early October in my senior year of high school. Monday morning study hall, hanging out with my usual group of friends. I was officially an adult now, having turned eighteen over the weekend, just a few weeks after Matt. Several of the guys at the table had been to my party on Saturday, but Matt had missed it due to a family function. “Yeah, I got your...
Your kind of love snaps The back like Whiplash claiming All of my attentions but Returns none with A quickness that is Slow in purpose and Easily teases with its torments repeatedly Placed on random parts of My skin already Hot and bothered I Cannot seem to recover with Any form of grace causing Me bouts of furious femininity that Results in the parting of my thigh's flesh so That I can catch your eyes and The subtle sway...
I never really knew my father.I had only just turned seven when Mum and Dad split up. He'd told her one night that he was going to set up home with his secretary (the usual scenario: middle-aged man trades in spouse for a younger, sportier model). Mum was devastated and grappled with acute depression for months, but managed to hold down her job, as a senior supervisor at our local supermarket. It was really her tenacity w...
Drenched in desire, lovely the hours Flit away, exquisitely sped. An umbral, knightly presence looms – towers Like memory, over the bed. Emblazoned with eros, swallowing dread, Warm hands scurry beneath a skirt. Words of lust bloom brightly as they are said: “Be still, love, this one's gonna hurt.” Melodic voices soaring sing and flirt, High now, on the pleasure of one, Lost to urgency, playing in the dirt, Reveling in th...
I woke up at 8:07 to an empty bed, which was unusual for two reasons these last few weeks; one, I don’t get up that early normally, and two, due to all the stuff we’ve done in one day the last few weeks, getting up early was the last thing on either of our lists, mine or Rita’s. I sat up and wiped the sleep out of my eyes as I prepared to get ready for another “play date” with the Ashley's. Three weeks have passed since w...
Sean asked for and got a corner booth in a secluded area of the restaurant, down the Bay in Cardiff. Vicky sat between Sean and Monica, at the deepest part of the U in the U-shaped booth. After the young waitress, a slightly Goth-looking girl with tattoos on arms and shoulders visable through the white blouse as well as piercings not just to her ears, but at one eyebrow also, introduced herself as Chrissie and took their...
