“Looking good, Joe!” Amy taunts from the porch, almost startling me off the ladder. Is it the Christmas lights I’m stringing up that she’s admiring? Or - yikes - my boner? I've been absentmindedly humming “Stacy’s Mom" by Fountains of Wayne, changing it to "Amy's Mom" in my head. I was so lost in erotic thoughts of Amy’s mom as I worked that I didn't notice Amy herself watching me. And my boner. Amy's boyfriend pulls into...

I was awoken by the soft touch of a beautiful woman's lips. I opened my eyes. “Hi Helen, that's not fair," I whispered. "What isn't?" "You wake up and still look like a fashion model." "You're very good for me, Tony," she whispered, and kissed me tenderly. "Did you enjoy last night?" "Oh my, it was another world. It was everything, Tony. Romantic, sensual, intimate, so intimate. I never would have even imagined it." "Woul...

Sprawled on the sofa with the evening newspaper wouldn’t be everyone’s idea of an idyllic lifestyle. It wasn’t mine either, but I was tired after a long day on the site, I hadn’t changed my clothes and I was covered in dust from head to toe. The sofa suited me just fine. I had my kids for the midweek evenings while my ex worked the night shift at the local pub. My son, Gary, aged seven, had gone to his first training sess...

I woke at 5:30 to a text from Lillian, sent overnight. “Hello, dear boy, are you available to speak on the phone at some stage this morning? I’m available from 11:00 until noon. Let me know if you can please, Lillian. X” I replied that I could fit it in at 11:30, curious to know what she needed. Aisling stirred beside me as I returned my phone to the charger beside the bed. I lay on my back gathering my thoughts, visualis...

There is nothing quite like waking with the soft, warm body of a beautiful woman in your arms, as she lies gently breathing in a postcoital haze. I slipped my arms from under her and left the bed. On my way to the bathroom I saw that it was 2:46. The night-time lights sparkled across the city landscape and I was wide awake. Aisling stirred, and whispered softly from across the room, “Tony? Are you ok, love?” I rejoined he...

Nick stared in wonder at the painting before him. The Kandinsky was an amazing chaos of color and stood out from the others in the museum. As he studied the random paint patterns, he felt a presence behind him. He turned slightly and quickly glanced over his shoulder. A tall redheaded woman was similarly gazing at the masterpiece. "Incredible, isn't it?" Her beautiful face was a study of concentration as her eyes roamed o...

I woke at 5:00 in a strange room, in a strange bed, a woman was turned on her side facing away from me. Ciara. It had taken a few seconds for the memory to return. Her skin was perfect in tone and texture. She had turned out to be a wonderful lover, soft and unassuming, yet experienced enough to know what she needed and what was acceptable. I lifted the cover to look at her bum. Perfection. I remembered Lillian’s words an...

Maggie arrived home just a little after ten thirty, the earliest since I had been babysitting. She went through her usual checks before returning to the lounge. I was still sitting on the sofa when she spoke. “You said you don’t have a girlfriend?” “No.” I went to say more, but Maggie raised one hand. “And your sister has not told you anything about me?” “No.” I left it at that. “Can you keep a secret as well as your sist...

My phone dinged with an incoming text. It was from Lillian. It said, “Tony, a room has been reserved for you at The Dylan Hotel along with breakfast and dinner reservations on the night of your arrival. You will be meeting Lindsay, your companion for the stay. She will be sitting at a nest of chairs and sofas in a glazed nook in reception. This is a five-star hotel, a jacket and tie is required for dinner. Check in is fro...

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...

As the older sister in a loving family, I enjoyed a fairly sheltered upbringing. I would have been described as a bookworm. I was an academic high achiever at school. I had friends but no time for boyfriends. That all changed in freshmen's week when I discovered the amazing pleasures of guilt-free sex. With no parents around and a sea of college guys impatient to get acquainted, I was finally free to enjoy those previousl...

Andy’s mum differed from all the other mums we knew growing up. Andy’s mum was always more friendly when we played in his house or garden. She seemed to always have sweets, cake, and fizzy pop on hand. I can’t remember Andy having a dad; I’ve known him since middle school. Andy had a lot of uncles over those early years. I thought he must have come from a huge family. I remember that whenever an uncle was visiting, we had...

Malahide in County Dublin, Ireland, is a suburban location where property values are monstrously high and human morals are questionable. Money is not a problem for the nouveau riche but, as my late father used say, “You’re born with taste and class, son. It can’t be bought, hired, learned or stolen. It’s innate.” I’m Tony Harris, junior draughtsman with the firm of James Cadden Architecture in Dublin City centre. I’m the...