In the pulsating heart of New Orleans, where the air was thick with jazz and desire, I found myself at a dimly lit bar named “The Velvet Curtain.” The scent of aged whiskey and the hushed murmurs of late-night conversations filled the room as I nursed my drink. That’s when I saw her—a vision of
The last of the dishes were cleared by your house staff. The scraping of your chair as you pushed back from the table was audible in the room as you stood. You held your hand out and helped her to her feet, teasingly undoing the top button on her blouse. Laughing she tries to tug
What could she do? With a stiff upper lip and no tears, God, no tears, she had waved John off at the Norfolk pier as the USS Bataan left port bound for the Gulf. That was 3 months ago, but now it was their anniversary. He was God knows how many miles away. The last
I don’t know what really happened that day at Julie’s, but it was like I fell off of a ledge I didn’t know I was standing on. As I sucked her clit, Julie came like there was no tomorrow, and I found myself climaxing like never before. It was the most incredible and bewildering experience,
When Vivian said nothing for a moment, I found her eyes, discovering a strange look in them. For seconds, we simply sat with locked eyes and I found myself wondering what she could be thinking. “Take off your blouse,” she said. I’m sure my mouth hung open. We were sitting in, well, what certainly was
One evening, me and my wife were feeling horn so started to have a fuck in the living room. We didn’t realise that we’d left the front door unlocked. I was infront of my knees naked as was my wife. I was so busy making my wife orgasm that we didn’t know her sister had
What puzzled me most was his silence. How could he not ask why? What could I say if he did? He had to have noticed. Well, maybe not the first night. We hadn’t had a moment’s privacy in almost three weeks, and we’d both been plied with alcohol, and we did finally have a room
Detective Constable Warren Hastings tapped lightly on the door and waited for the answering grunt from inside. Detective Sergeant Ted Sperle was a man of little ceremony. “Warren,” the Sergeant said as Hastings entered, “sit! I think I’ve pasted it all together.” On a large whiteboard in the corner of the office was a bunch
We were only friends. That’s what she said many years ago, “If you have any hope that we’re ever going to be more than just friends, then we can’t even be friends.” We had been friends ever since. We had just returned to her apartment after spending a day together. We had gone to Ikea
Melissa and I were fighting again. Something that I was finding depressingly common. This time it was about Halloween. Sheila Wood, one of the women from her study group, had invited Melissa to a party on Halloween night and Melissa wanted me to come with her. Now I had nothing against Sheila, or any of
I met my husband Jake when we were both sixteen years old. We were on a double date; he with another woman and I with a guy named Greg. We all went out to the movies and dinner and Jake and I couldn’t keep our eyes off each other. Within a week I had broken
My apartment manager Alecia was crying again. Usually she waits until she gets into her apartment before she starts up, but this time I saw her wiping a tear from her face as she walked across our shared porch on the second floor. I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t been in my living room
I sat down to dinner with the woman I love. We ate our meals in the restaurant together, sipping some nice wine and talking over our days. We basked in each other’s company. She smiled at a remark I made and stroked my hair tenderly. I reminded myself, as I did every day, of how
The next day, Rebecca suggested that she and Fiona and I go to lunch and meet Rebecca’s half-sister, Donna. Kevin had to meet some friends so he couldn’t go with us but he told us all to have fun with a funny laugh. Rebecca wore a dark brown mini-skirt and button-up off-white blouse that showed
he hurried along the path on her way home; the sky was getting darker and darker. The wind started to gust as she heard the roar of distant thunder. `Seems like we are in for a storm’ she thought to herself `a welcome relief – it will clear the mugginess in the air’. She hoped