The Queens Road Christmas party was a grand affair; or so it seemed from the vantage of my study. Imogen and Simon spared no expense and initiated their preparations well before the frenzied onset of Michaelmas. By the time the first clouds of autumn rolled in, commencing the barometric malaise that shrouds the city until Spring, Simon had once again imperiled his diminutive frame installing cords of glittering lights alo...

I'm mesmerized by the rising and falling of your chest with each of your relaxed breaths. I can't help myself anymore. I reach over and trace the outline of your nipple through your thin T-shirt. It immediately stiffens. I repeat this to your other nipple. It reacts the same way. A slight moan escapes your lips. I pinch the erect nipple closest to me. You gasp and open your eyes. "Oh my. You, sir, had better be prepared t...

Monday morning. 7:30. I left the house and felt my brain was scrambled. I was driving towards Whitehall via Shantalla Avenue and I saw the lights on in the Coffee Drop. If one could say they had a usual coffee shop then, I suppose, this one would be mine. The girls behind the counter were great fun and they knew their way around a coffee machine, unlike the new noisy neighbours a few doors down. There were two girls worki...

. “Monday fuckin’ morning,” I grumbled, pulling the plastic two-step stool from the cleaning room, “I hate fucking Mondays.” I am the manager at our offices with a husband and wife pair of CEOs. Having a background in construction, though, lends me to several handyman-type duties here, from fixing doors that won't close to unclogging drains and, in this case, fixing fluorescent lights. Rather than pay for new fixtures, my...

As we walk through the door still holding hands, I reach back and grab the door with my right, swing it shut, and turn towards you when the latch makes a resounding, click. As you try to pull me into the house, I stop in the foyer. I swing you back to your right and into my waiting arms and wrap my right arm around your waist. Your left arm has tucked under my right and your left hand is now stroking the base of my neck....

As we walk out of the bar, a cool fall breeze blows and you nuzzle your head close into the pocket of my right shoulder. You bring your left arm around my waist and hook your middle finger into the belt loop over my back left pocket. You then take your index finger and slowly snake it under the waistband of my pants. I glance down at you and ask, “And what do you think that you’re doing?” You give me your impish grin and...

As I sit in the booth at the table, I watch you standing over at the bar flirting your way to getting someone to yet again, buy you a drink. This time it is a young couple in their mid-twenties to your left that you’ve been chatting with for the last thirty minutes. You place your left hand on the lady’s shoulder in a subtle flirty manner that makes me smile. Your flirting doesn’t bother me at all because I know that it i...

“Hi. My name is Ashley,” I said with a ring of bouncy enthusiasm. “Where do I sign up?” “I’m Trix. Aren’t you a pretty blonde thing?” the slender brunette in her mid-thirties said, leaning against a motorcycle outside the suburban Phoenix bar. She took a drag on her joint and looked up with her squinted dark brown eyes, offering a smile. Her worn Harley tank top was tied in front, revealing her bare abs above her short cu...