It had been a very long day shooting down on the Via Montenapoleone, with onlookers and cars driving by as she wore her clothesline for a local magazine article. The street noise had been ear-splitting throughout the shoot, so all Bella wanted was to clean up, grab her favorite cup of tea, and relax with a good book. She turned the heat up as soon as she walked in the door; it was the fifth time that week she had to do th...
Chloe: Hey, baby. How’s work? Peter: Eh, it’s work. Midday rush is here, so I’ve been dealing with that. Barely had time to catch my breath. Chloe: Aww, you poor thing. I have something to make you all better when you get home. Peter: Oh, I bet you do. I’m counting the minutes, trust me. Chloe: Yeah, me too. I miss you like crazy today. Chloe: Like, even more than usual. Peter: I miss you too. Peter: Have you been a good...
It was a Friday night—three weeks since I’d parted ways with my boyfriend. I’d woken up that morning horny and knowing I needed something better than my silicon dildo that night. That’s how I ended up at the Orange Buffalo after work. Nobody seemed to know where the name arose from, but it was one of the best Friday-night hookup bars in the city. I’d brought my big, knock-off, YSL purse that morning. It contained, among o...
“Lovely pair o’ knockers, eh?” “Yeah.” “Love ta cop a feel o’ them buns…” “Yeah…” “… give ‘er a good poke…” “Hehe, yeah.” “I mean, ‘oo wouldn’t want ter shove ‘is tool up ‘er box?” “Yeah, right.” “Makes me knob all big jus’ finkin’ abou’ it.” “Same ‘ere.” “All righ’, so what’s ‘at come to?” “Er, lessee… pair o’ knockers, bag o’ buns, poker, toolbox, and one doorknob (large)… that’ll be seventeen and six.” “Right, ‘ere ya...
The witching hour was approaching and the bottles were upside down in the chilling buckets. Sometime during the night, Carl and I decided that my life with Beth had been planned. He finally convinced Cindy that he had to go to work in the morning. He gently nudged Cindy to the door. I stayed out of it. I hoped Beth would call off tomorrow, I mean today. He got Cindy to the door and twenty minutes later, got her in the car...
The taxi drops me off at the curb. I step out into the misty rain falling from the dark sky above. A week is how long my business trip lasted. Packed with boring lectures and a bit too many Happy Hours. I have missed my Jane terribly. I have since she dropped me off at the airport a week ago. Walking up the pathway to our front door, I can feel my heart beat anew, knowing she is on the other side of the door. Given the ti...
