Mitchell’s question hung in the air, thick as the humidity in my cubicle. The clock in the corner of my screen changed to 7:43 AM. Almost eight hours had passed since Mitchell messaged me. Was this stupid? He was my boss and had the eye of all the women on my floor. After six months in the office, he was a constant temptation, and our flirting did not make it easier. I let out a sigh, opened my eyes, and gazed at my onlin...

Up for drinks after work? New place on 5th. Killer happy hour specials. Not sure. Supposed to hit gym. Why? Thought we'd talk (That thing from last week). You know. The supply closet... Well fuck. Didn't think you remembered. Was a bit drunk. Wasn't that drunk. Been thinking about it. A lot. You? Same. Actually, skipped gym three times this week. Can't focus. So ... drinks? Maybe more? My place is close. What about HR pol...

She stands behind the bar, wine bottle clutched uncertainly in her left hand as her right absently twirls a wine opener. The aftermath of the catering gig is cleaned, inventoried, and put away. “Planning to open it, or just teasing?” you ask. “Maybe I'm considering uncorking something rare, but I'm not quite sold on the vintage yet,” she shoots back. “And, for the record, I never tease.” “You should know, this is a very g...

"Alex," was all I managed to say, and I’m sure I barely whispered it. I couldn't look away from him, and God, I knew an uncontrollable surge of wetness coursed from my wanting pussy as the doors of the subway car closed and the train accelerated again. "Well, Alex," he said, "I think I owe you, and I hate to be in anyone’s debt." He leaned in close and guided me toward the rear of the car and rows of empty seats. I watche...

Dear Diary, The subway! It's a world unto itself - a combo of sweaty armpits, stale air, and regrettable cologne choices. I'm shaking as I write this. My heart is pounding just like those uncertain moments I had in school playing goalkeeper and we had the decisive penalty kicks back during the conference finals. I’m still thinking of those touches. Damn! The electricity of the unexpected is etched into my consciousness. I...

I hit up Emma and Trey’s housewarming party tonight. Or “cocktail party” as they formally named it. Whatever it was, Emma said I needed to wear my tiny black dress, so it was an excuse to get a new one. But it was the first time I was this dressed up to give someone a customized welcome mat. The Uber dropped me off in front of the largest house I'd ever seen. First, we had to call back through a gated entrance. Then, we r...