We’ve never met. At least not in person. She is just a screen name to me and an avatar, and I suppose that is all I am to her. A few exchanged messages online. That’s what we share. And perhaps she knows more about me than I do about her, since she’s read some of my stories posted online. She knows a bit of what I look like, at least from the waist down, and she knows my age and where I live. Her? I know where she lives a...

Every journey has a starting point, but sometimes it’s difficult to tell if there is a destination.Sometimes you just start rolling and you end up someplace you never imagined.That’s true of any journey. Even an innocent bike ride on a warm summer morning.The starting point. A middle-aged man with a wife and kids, not entirely happy but not entirely unhappy either. Happy with most things except between the sheets. It happ...

I couldn’t stop thinking about Anna. Don’t ask me why. All signs pointed to disaster, at least for me. First of all, I didn’t even think she’d give me a second look. I’m almost twenty years older than her, maybe two inches shorter than her, a belly, receding hairline, I’m married with kids…the list went on. And of course, we worked together in the same office. I was considered her superior in the scheme of things, even th...

Sunday morning. Like every Sunday morning for the past six months, I find myself at my desk at my office. Make hay while the sun shines, some people say, so I can’t complain about being busy. It’s a quiet day, no phones, no faxes and I don’t even look at my e-mail. It’s a day to catch up on all the things I can’t get to during the week, when I find myself pulled in a hundred different directions all at once. Productive, b...

Walking through the mall last Friday, I thought of you. I thought of how much fun it would be to go shopping with you out of town, as a friend. As a fellow shopper.  I thought of how much fun it would be on a day when you can get away without time constraints. On a day when I will play hooky from work - because I can. And because I would. And because I will. A promise. To go shopping with you. To leave early - and to be a...

I close the door on my office so nobody can hear me. I dial your number and you answer. It is only 8:00 a.m. You have just read one of my e-mails and you became extremely wet, and you soaked your panties through with your arousal. Then you fingered yourself and made yourself even more wet. I ask you to throw on some clothes, anything, and to come to my office, because I have something for you. A surprise, I say. But I hav...

Dark except for the smallest sliver of light coming from the open door to the bathroom. Sharing a room in a suites hotel with a family member. Across the country from home. From her. A door separating me from my traveling companion. I am on the sleep sofa, lumpy, uneven, too thin to support any weight. Dark. The bathroom light is left on so that she can see her way in the dark, if she opens the door during the night. The...

It all began with an innocent comment one day, as I was out for a long bicycle ride on a hot August afternoon.She had a habit of calling me with a sense of perfect timing. Never when I was just sitting in one spot, waiting for a call, but usually while I was gliding along at 30 kilometres per hour. I usually had my cellphone set to vibrate, but when I went out for a ride, I turned on the ringer to its loudest setting, kno...

She is not with me now. I have only held her once, a short hug in a park in fact, and that was some time ago. I remember it as if it were happening right now, but it isn't. It is only a memory. I am alone. Everyone else has gone to sleep. In the quiet of the night, I have been exchanging messages with her, but she is not with me now. But I feel her. In my mind's eye, in my mind, I still feel her and I can re-create every...