Sweating Stories

You come back inside after working so hard out in the yard, and fall on the couch in exhaustion. Your t-shirt is wet and sticking to your chest, stomach, back and arms. I hand you a glass of water and you gulp it down. The water is cold and refreshing, and I’m hot and needy. Your head drops back and you close your eyes. I kneel on the floor in front of you, and my hands slide up your legs. My fingers move to the band of y...

Melissa double checked the room number. It definitely said forty-two, on the fourth floor of one of the most decrepit buildings in East London, Balfron Tower. It wasn’t the prettiest site, but then again, neither were her clients these days. At forty-two, Melissa was getting on a bit; having entered into this shadowy profession in the last three years. At thirty-nine she found herself at a crossroads; one that said carry...

At precisely five a.m. Spade was brought out of a deep sleep by a loud pounding on the door. Sitting up with eyes wide and breaking out in a cold sweat, he growls, "Damn woman, you didn't happen to be a goddamned Marine gunny did ya?" "I coulda been, but I wanted to be a cop, now you eating with me or what?" Spade smiles as he hears a soft laugh outside the door. "Can I shower first or do you want me to smell like a goat?...

Heat. That is all there is anymore. The sun batters down on us through the cloudless sky and even the nights are hot enough that I want nothing more than to rip off my clothes, fall to my knees and beg for a cool breeze. There’s no air conditioning anymore. Takes too much power, they said, and with the nuclear plants all on shutdown due to a lack of cooling water, it’s hard to argue against. So I’m sweating. Everybody’s s...