Those bronzed, muscular thighs emerging from those silken red shorts? I've seen them spread wide, trembling as she held them in the air as I pumped. That curvy bottom, stained by grass stains and bent tight as she prepares to deliver a corner? I grasped it as I nailed her from behind. I've pulled that ponytail tight. I've kissed that mouth that smiles ruefully as she loses control of the ball. I played 'keep it up' with h...

I was cleaning out my attic when I came across some belongings that had long been put away. I opened a box that contained mementos of my military days, an era that seemed to have been a lifetime ago. In the box, was a picture of me standing next to an attractive redhead. Her name was Felicia. When we met she was working as a server at a local sports bar and I became one of her regulars. What began as friendly conversation...

The rooms are bare now and echo. I am moving. I've lived here since childhood, as a daughter, wife, and widow. I had my first orgasm here and my biggest best orgasm there, after the 1998 world cup final. If you look closely at one wall in the living room, there's a dim handprint. It's mine. I was bracing myself against the wall as my then-boyfriend fucked me hard from behind. I've watched eight men undress here and used h...

Beth Taylor, a fresh-faced twenty-two-year-old, semi-attached lesbian sat in her spartan apartment glancing through travel brochures. Since graduating from THE Ohio State University in the Spring she was determined to do more traveling than a clumsy NBA guard. Her options were even better now, in 2044., Like most her age she was conceived during the pandemic of 2020, the most cursed year of all. Her generation even had a...

I knew it was her by her eyes. I had changed a lot, but she hadn’t. I remembered those eyes. They weren’t the first thing I noticed the first time I saw her. Her breasts, covered yet displayed by a peach scoop-neck pullover, were large enough to need a bra. But the thin cashmere fabric plainly showed the contours of her nipples and the absence of an undergarment. Her eyes matched the dark-chocolate brown of her hair and h...

If you ever think of me sometime... If you ever remember my name... If you ever wonder about me… Just know I used to love you far more than you can fathom. I did not need to justify some minutes of madness. Everything was perfect in itself except for our timing. Everything was doomed even before it started. I love you still, in spite of all. Nothing can melt away the passion you ignited. You live in me, untarnished. Time...

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw her standing across the road, eating her favourite doughnut. It was her - I would recognize that hair anywhere. She turned towards me, her long coat flapping in the wind, and my jaw dropped. Right at that moment, she looked up to meet my gaze, and her mouth stretched into a familiar smile.  I was already crossing the road. "Abby," I gasped, my voice coming out all breathless. She look...

Little yellow trumpet,Defiant lest frost encroachesGarden whore, lemon strumpetNodding gaily, as spring approaches Narcissus, you vainly watchThrough my window – a looking glassIn your bed, she’s another notchSmiling petals, as bold as brass Betwixt the snowdops and the crocusYour amber glow is the last to fade‘Tis your one and only duty…Keeping watch over bluebell glade So stand erect little daffodilBe proud and shine al...

I watch the waves crash against the rocks, feeling the spray on my face, It's nice to stand here, to listen and contemplate in this deserted place. The sky is blue and grey, the sea reflecting its angry stare like a mirror, A flock of ducks haunt the waves, drifting, waiting - a lonely flotilla. My thoughts turn to you, my dear friend and love in so many tales, Come with me to this place one day, I want your breeze in my...

Tuesday 22 February 2011. Twelve fifty-five pm. That was when a devastating earthquake hit my home town of Christchurch, New Zealand, after which nothing in this city will ever be the same again. Unbeknown to me at the time, that same moment was also to trigger events after which, in a much happier way, nothing in my life can be the same again either. Not ever. I was one of the many city council and other public service s...

Sam held the black-and-white photograph of his first wife in the gnarled fingers of his hand. “Here’s looking at you, kid!” he said, holding it up towards his failing eyes, as much aware of the liver spot on the back of his hand as of Jenny’s prim beauty. Her hands were crossed over a pleated knee-length skirt and her face shone in the monochrome sunlight of a distant age. All Sam’s memories were in black and white. At th...