He stepped into the café, smiling when our eyes met. I readily smiled back, for this man was one of my best customers. He typically showed up in the afternoon, once the lunchtime rush had subsided. His order was always the same: coffee with cream, no sugar. And his tips were so lavish as to be almost insulting. Almost. I was a poor college student in debt up to my eyeballs, so I was grateful for every penny. The man strod...

*Matt* . I was just about to throw a pen I was holding across the room out of sheer frustration when my phone started ringing. I looked there and sighed in relief. My angel! “Hello, sir. Have you picked a new PA yet?” her voice calmed me down, but she could have picked another opening question… I frowned and looked at the mess around me. I hate papers! I would burn them all! Fucking bureaucracy! "No, Dora, I feel like my...

“It seems to me,” muttered Balthazar as he stirred the teapot, “That gold, frankincense, and myrrh are pretty stupid gifts to bring a ten-day-old baby. Why don’t we get him a stuffed camel or a rattle or something like that? Something he might actually enjoy?” “Honestly,” said Melchior, “I agree. But Caspar insists. The dream was adamant. It has to be gold, frankincense, and myrrh.” “Pffffff. Those tax collectors doing th...

When I first started working at the gym, I stood out right away, in a good way. People commented on how hard I worked. James once told me that members would stop him and comment on how great of a worker I was multiple times a day. James also told me that he liked when I was there because he never had to worry about what the club looked like (minus the ladies' locker room, of course). A few months into the job, I was prett...

I had gotten to the point while working at the gym, where I knew 98% of the people coming through my door everyday. I got along well with just about everybody (even the ones who couldn't handle my following of the rules). Some people were a quick high and bye. Others I felt I had a deeper connection with. Ask any gym employee worth their salt, and they will tell you - even with all of the wonderful eye candy, or free memb...

The unexpected help and encouragement from my wife was critical in turning my best friend into a cuckold. The blame lies primarily with Chris himself. His wife, Julie, never interested me sexually until Chris put those thoughts in my mind. At a social gathering, Chris sidled over and said, “Wouldn’t it be hot if you banged Julie out here in front of everyone?” His biggest fantasy was to watch his wife having sex with some...

“My penis hurts.” I paused. Did I hear correctly? “What?” “My penis hurts, Omar.” I looked towards Jason, perplexed. “I’m serious it does.” “I’m sure it does, but I am confused why you wanted to share this information with me now. It is fucking 4 A.M.; we should be looking for our Uber. We have a train to catch.” “I know, I know. I can multitask, O.K.? Just making small talk.” “And This is your idea of small talk?” I aske...

After Jennifer left, Scott decided to move back into the dunes, away from the squealing kids and the mis-aimed beach balls and the flying sand. He and Jennifer lived together and worked in the same office and had happily elected to spend this Saturday together at the beach. But Jennifer had to leave early for an appointment with an out-of-town client. As Scott trudged through the loose sand into the dunes, away from the s...

Chapter 1: THE TATTOO 7:15 am. Alarm beeping. A terrible headache caused by mild sleep deprivation. What a great way to start the first day of my last semester of high school. The sizzling smell of bacon, eggs, and toast waft into my room from downstairs. Huh, it looks like my dad still hasn’t left for work yet, which was rare. I debate whether I should hop into the shower to wash off the drowsiness, but then my stomach g...

*This chapter contains no sex scenes. Prologue I, Quentin Noel, am a proud nobody. As a senior in high school, with no real friends or any particular long-term career plans in mind, some may even be inclined to describe me as a total loser. And they would be right. And I wouldn’t even fight it. Why? Because I’m an optimist at heart. There are perks to being the invisible kid at school. It humbles you, and high school is h...

  "I'm not ready, guys." The very long days (and some nights, as well) of planning, studying and strategizing, were a preparation for the real thing, as just a few steps were separating Rita from her first court date. Michael could feel her tension rubbing off on himself, as well, as if he wasn't pretty nervous already. Oh well, at least she hadn't noticed the journalists approaching the court! "Are those... Journalists?...