"Whatcha got there, Sam?" Vanessa leaned over my shoulder looking at the storyboard I was sketching into existence. She seemed a little closer than a work colleague usually should be. Or perhaps it was a perfectly normal distance between us that was other...
Friday morning. The store was quiet. A couple of people looking at kitchens. Furniture deserted. I was busy in beds, plumping the pillows when I heard a gentle cough. “Can I help you?” “I’m looking for a bed," she replied. “Queen size. Brass frame. For me...
It was Super Bowl Sunday, January of 1999. It was Super Bowl XXXIII. My Packers had been in the previous two games and split the difference by winning one and losing one. I had no skin in this game though. We had a party at our house with a dozen people o...
My sister’s houseboat on Lake Mead was a ninety-minute drive, through Vegas traffic from my job on the strip. Finally getting away for a well-earned vacation, the marina was far out where the sky blazed with stars, the spiral arms of the Milky Way spun ov...
I'd been in Vegas about a month now, and it seemed like I couldn't keep my clothes on at my new job. After my interview with Mitzi then my topless strut through the HR office, I was pretty sure I'd been seen naked by about a hundred co-workers. There had...
My neighbor Megan and I would often get together for happy hour, and following an evening where we ended up masturbating together, we started to make both happy hour and masturbating together part of a regular routine.Megan was forty-two years old, slende...
