The following day, I saw Sullivan only once, when we passed each other in the corridor. I met his stare and quickly looked away, but a mere second later, I glanced at him again. When I did, I found him grinning. As if he knew I'd returned to my apartment last night and fervently masturbated. As if he could tell that I'd pinched my nipples, delighting in the tenderness he'd left behind. For our second meeting on Thursday,...

I didn't see Mr. Frost again that afternoon. When I arrived at my tiny studio apartment shortly before six, the hours remaining until I had to return to the office seemed to stretch out into eternity. Too nervous to eat, I hopped in the shower instead. I'd taken one that morning, but the tense meeting in Mr. Frost's office had made me break out in a sweat. Afterward, I stood naked at my dresser, rummaging through my bras....

Out of season seaside hotel; crumbling masonry, fading glamour and audibly complaining bed springs. With looming deadlines we pull an all-nighter; writhing obstinately on starch stiff sheets. Her tongue slathering expertly through dewdrop glistening petals, fingers probing, juice-coated, into demanding, insatiable holes. Persistently driven to where sight becomes starburst. Breath, endless ragged gasps. The only sensation...

It was shortly after my sixteenth birthday that Mum walked out on Dad and me. She had been having an affair with another man for over a year. Dad and I lived alone after that. I had just become sexually aware and had discovered my mother’s five-inch rubber dildo that she left behind in an under-stairs cupboard in the sitting room. With plenty of baby oil on it, I had accidentally broken my hymen during a frantic masturbat...

I had a girl who worked for me, mostly running errands and doing odd jobs. Actually, I'd  known her for years before she stopped by one day seeking work. After she'd been with me a little time, she started borrowing company cars. Just once in a while at first, then more and more frequently. One morning, I realized that one of my cars was not in the lot. I asked where it was and my mechanic said that Jackie had driven it h...

After years of running a pawn shop with a buddy of mine we decided to become more innovative. Me and my buddy Paul are complete opposites. I am fat and tall and Paul is a short, skinny, clean cut sixty-one year old guy that looks a little like Barney Fife with grey hair. The story below details a recent encounter we had and shows how you can use your job and the knowledge you have as an advantage, especially in a bad econ...

I am going to try something a little different for this story. I find it awkward for myself as a writer to smoothly include character descriptions in the actual story, so here’s a short bio of the characters in this story. Let me know if you like this idea as a reader or not. Ashley - Main character, age 28 and is 5'4". At 150lbs, Ashley has curves in all the right places with a modest 34C bust that matches her rounded as...

Creek, grunt, thud, creek, grunt, thud. What a way to pay your rent. Creek, grunt, thud, creek, grunt, thud. Creek, a moment of emptiness. Grunt, filled to the hilt again. Thud, the bed again hits the wall. Still, the pace is increasing, and the grunts are getting more breathless and the thuds are starting to chip the plaster, it won't be long now, he'll be in to "Yes" mode shortly and we'll be into the last 30 seconds. C...

My husband Mike and I have lived in downtown Atlanta for over 6 years. The crime is uncontrollable. Every night we go to bed and hear the sirens of another shooting or the cries from another mugging. Thanks to the recession in 2007, our house value dropped so much that we were trapped. We would lose too much if we moved so for the past 2 or 3 years we have been saving every penny, trying to get out of this town. We want t...

GillWe left the relative shade of the peristyle garden with its white marble fountain depicting Venus with a ewer hoisted on her shoulder. The trickling figure stood in the centre of a shallow square pool, surrounded by smooth flag stones and then by a grassed border skirting up to a colonnaded cloister that hemmed the garden in, providing a screen to the outside world.I took her small hand in mine to lead her away from t...