Monday morning. 7:30. I left the house and felt my brain was scrambled. I was driving towards Whitehall via Shantalla Avenue and I saw the lights on in the Coffee Drop. If one could say they had a usual coffee shop then, I suppose, this one would be mine. The girls behind the counter were great fun and they knew their way around a coffee machine, unlike the new noisy neighbours a few doors down. There were two girls worki...

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” I was alarmed when I entered my house on this quiet June evening. I could smell and hear a blaze going in the fireplace, along with sensing the aura of another person. I lived alone. Very much alone. In the living room I found a woman curled up in a straight chair. She was posed in a way—hair down, leg up—to conceal her face, her breasts and her pelvis, but she was obviously naked,...

Monday morning after a quiet weekend felt strange. I was due in Hartford at 10:00 for a site inspection and Brady offered me a lift to the site. I thanked him but had to pick some stuff up at the office. “How’s the schedule?” I asked him. “Yeah, it’s good. We’re ready for you this morning.” “I’m not the lead person, Samantha is. I can’t do anything except stand and listen, unless I’m asked,” I said. “If I am, I have to be...

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...

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...