Erik was the newest member of a company that provided advisory services to the government. He was brought on to be the security training lead as a contractor in charge of a small team of 5 people that included Jacqueline. Everyone called her Jackie for short. She was in her mid-30s, naturally fit, and typically dressed conservatively. When Erik introduced himself during a virtual meeting on MS Teams, Jackie felt an unexpe...

The canals were quieter than usual as Eddie steered his boat through the misty streets. The rain had eased, leaving behind a cool dampness that clung to the air, soaking into the city’s crumbling facade. Towering buildings, their lower floors drowned decades ago, stood as eerie monuments to what used to be. Above the waterline, clotheslines stretched like spiderwebs between windows, and faint neon signs hummed in the dist...

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the quaint town of Maplewood. It was a picturesque Saturday, the kind of day that seemed tailor-made for the annual bake sale held in the town square. The air was thick with the sweet aromas of freshly baked goods: cinnamon rolls, chocolate chip cookies, and the unmistakable scent of warm apple pie. Wendy, a talented pastry chef known for her delicate confections...

It had been several months since our last threesome as the Sex Jump Gate had closed afterwards. Kate was still single, but had the FBs, though occasionally we would get playful, it’s just that we wouldn’t go the whole way. Sam and I had worked from home today, but a heavy storm had cooped us up and Kate had had just got back from RocketFactory. Sam looked at our FitApp schedule and said, “Bang Night: 45mins – the usual.”...

Mid-Summer, 1995: This was not the typical hot summer night in Ohio. This time, there was an abnormally high temperature with much more oppressive humidity than usual. Additionally, these temperatures were not common this late. It was midnight and it was sultry. I decided to come back east and visit the people who were important to me. This was my last night in town and I was not going to leave without seeing my closest f...

I had just finished my conversation with Jennifer. That was it! I am committed, and there is no turning back. I have finally accepted what I have always known. Jennifer was the "One," and I knew it. I felt as if the weight of the world was lifted from my shoulders. On the other hand, I have embarked upon a new chapter that would rearrange my life as I knew it. I wasn't hiding behind sex anymore. This was very real. In the...

It's hard to believe I'm letting Emma talk me into meeting her for drinks tonight. I've been intentionally distancing myself from her because I don’t want her to know I have cancer. I can't bear to see the look of pity in her eyes. Maybe it's selfish, but I want her to remember the healthy and vibrant me, not some sick and dying woman, just a shadow of my former self. Thankfully, I feel good today. Although I'm starting t...

I'm one of the few male teachers at St. Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies, an exclusive and very expensive English private school for girls. I teach an upper year class of seventeen to nearly nineteen year olds. It's a voyeur’s paradise, as all my girls seem to be trying to outdo each other in wearing the thinnest, most boob-clinging school uniform white blouses, the shortest grey pleated skirts and the most sheer black...

Over the next year, so much changed. Cindy's mom remarried shortly after her divorce was final, and my mother remarried during the summer. Both our mothers chose younger men. Cindy's mom married a guy five years younger named Jonathan. My wonderful mother married Kent, who was closer to my age than hers. Fucking gross! "Cindy, your dad is hot!" I said. I know it made her uneasy, but I liked teasing her. Jonathan, or Jon,...

I’ve been using my local coffee shop for years. I was a patron long before my accident. Unfortunately, I now needed to walk with a stick permanently, which made carrying a tray loaded with coffee and a sandwich or a slice of something delicious something of a faff. On the plus side, all the staff know me, and they know my order, large Caramel Latte and diabetes be damned. It wasn’t uncommon for me to walk in, wave a greet...