After the parking lot incident, I stayed away from Costco for a while. Still, I couldn’t stop replaying the encounter - how his eyes flashed with wrath and maybe desire too. I could still see his smile as he said, “Nope, try again.” I thought back to my mother’s words how no other man would want me as anything more than to fuck since I’d become a mom. Men might desire me, but not in any significant way. I thought she migh...

No one’s ever all good or all bad. We’re a mix. Sure, some people lean in one direction maybe. I know I’m not a saint, far from it, but I do my part in the little life I have to brighten people’s days. I took a hit from my dab pen in the parking lot before heading into the building. I’d much rather be buried to the hilt in a whimsical maiden but, duty calls. These shelves aren’t going to stock themselves. These were my th...

You know you’re disturbingly lonely when your main social interactions become the checkout people at stores. And yes, the Target employees all knew me. But this was different. Costco guy made me feel things. Sure, his clothes were entirely handmade, Renaissance garb, but that wasn’t the full appeal. His presence could be felt from an aisle away. He was tall, muscular, and had the face and body language of the actor Adam D...

“I think it's time for you to leave now,” I said to Kevin, as I motioned my head towards the door. “Are you really going to fuck those festival freaks?” He seemed genuinely concerned. Who is the real freak here, I thought, the kids having fun or the thirty-five-year-old guy hanging out with them? My parents were out of town for the weekend, so naturally I had to invite some festival friends over to trip. None of us worked...

“Hey Poncho!” I called as Alex walked in to my second floor apartment. “Hello Miss Rebecca, and just ‘Alex’ is fine.” He shrugged off his jacket, folding it carefully before setting it over the chair. “Ok Poncho” I said, trying not to smile. Sometimes I’d call him Mr Alex or Mr Poncho, or Mr Alex Poncho but usually not just ‘Alex.’ “It was like two times that I wore a poncho,” he said lightheartedly. In his defense he had...

Fresh out of high school and desperate to be rid of my virginity, I strode down the beach in my black bikini. I didn’t work out, but I had a flat stomach and a nice round ass like most girls at eighteen. The bikini was just cheeky enough to make you wonder if I wanted the attention. My boobs were small but lifted and only bounced slightly as I walked. My long brown hair hung loose and wavy, from the salty breeze. Not a hi...

“Just come in, we can turn around quick and drop off the burrito, roll a joint.” He made it sound so innocent. Part of me knew this wasn’t all that would happen, but I played along. “Yeah, sure,” I said, and followed him into his plant-filled bohemian oasis of an apartment. We were “just” friends. The line had been drawn and we were not to cross it. But what was the line exactly? Intercourse? I’d just flashed him in the c...

May 12th It’s Team Meeting again. He’s next to me and he’s trying to play footsie, the sick fucker. But then everything he does is “the sick fucker” lately. Posting that he enjoys bird watching? Sick fucker. He’s gardening? The sicko. Throwing a party for close friends? Sick. Adopted a rescue cat? Makes me sick. You get the point. But I can’t hate him for long because I want him to keep playing footsie with me, showing me...

February 2nd, 10:15 am Women’s bathroom at the Jewish Community Center “Hey, New York.” I blink. The man addressing me is tall and dark, maybe even handsome, but he’s in the lady’s bathroom with a kindergartner. What is he doing in there? They’re probably just washing their hands, you perv, I think to myself. “You said you were from New York,” he says. I’m not sure how long I’d been silent. Long enough for it to be awkwar...

Do you know what it’s like to ache for something you’ve never experienced? To want a love, a passion you’ve only read about? A freedom that may not even be possible, but you want it, you want it, you want it. ~~~ Anne’s body ached from bumping around in the wagon the past month. It was a trail all right, though a smooth one it was not. The Oregon trail promised to lead to opportunity, escape from city life, a fresh start....

I hate weddings. The whole show of it all, the presents all disgust me. I hate the assigned seats, the horrible music, the speeches, the stupid bridesmaids, and their stupid matching outfits. I hate how you’re obligated to go and look happy and then when you’re not you feel even worse because that makes you a grinch, a scrooge. I’m supposed to be happy for the newlyweds and each time without fail I find myself bitter and...

The beat throbbed through her bones. Womp womp womp. Sophie let herself be moved by the music and let herself forget why she was here. The Miami night was no match for the patrons of this club. Nothing would stop them from a party. Not COVID, not committed relationships, not even the fact that they might be in this city just for a family function. Which she was. Normally Sophie wouldn’t be seen in a place like this. She w...

Olivia Winslow was many things, including beautiful, always a head-turner. She had breasts that never needed a bra, full lips, a rounded behind, auburn hair, and sparkling blue eyes. She was a faithful friend, a brave soul, a beacon of light. One thing she was not: employed. Although Help Wanted signs were everywhere, she never got a single call for an interview. She was reduced to scouring the bottom of the employment ba...

It doesn’t matter how I ended up here, just that I’m staying after class and I’ve seen enough porn to know what that means. “Marguerite, hang back after class, will you?” Professor Baur said. I get some looks from other students but try to remain calm and not focus on the heat building between my legs. Slowly the students trickle out into the hallway, but I wait obediently, trying to steady my breath, trying to remain cal...