I imagine driving to your house, maybe a hotel...our messages make me feel desirable, the content and tone make me wet. The thought of meeting you makes my heart race. I'm so nervous...you already know that I worry I'll disappoint. That is my only concern. That I will let you down. As I pull up to the chosen venue, I sit in my car and try to control my heart rate and my breathing. For all my talk, you will be the first pe...

When my girlfriend Han and I started living together we struggled to make ends meet. We lived in Montreal, a city with a lot of character, but low on economic opportunities. On the upside, at least rents were cheap.  I was a student with a part-time job, supplemented with student loans.  Han had dropped out but still hadn’t found full-time work.  One day sitting around reading the paper I spotted an ad that perked my curi...

The Next Morning: Thursday I woke up with half an erection and a pounding headache. I was in a strange bed wedged between two bodies. A woman's hand rested on my chest, and her light breathing warmed the back of my neck. She was spooning me, just as I was spooning the other woman. I had an arm around her with my hand on her tummy, holding her body against mine, my sleepy little rooster nestled happily between her cheeks....

Although relaxing, every day yielded the same routine. I woke at eight daily and lazed around in bed before getting up and making my way down to breakfast. My fantasy of sleep-ins hardly happened on my holidays and was it worse because Juliet wasn't around anymore. Breakfast was continental on an adventurous day but usually a coffee and sweet muffin. At ten, I'd see the masseuse followed by a facial then head to the sauna...

Prologue I’m Carrie Smith. I’m a pretty average college student. I study, go to parties, and stress about the future. I’m also a lesbian who’s in love with her younger sister. See? Average. My younger sister Leslie is just a year younger than I am. She’s smart, pretty and popular. She’s also still in the closet. Our parents know about me; I’ve been dating girls since middle school. Leslie, on the other hand, had only had...

I’d been coming to the gym almost daily for just over six months, and I could tell the difference. However, to meet me, I don’t look like the gym-rat type. I have a slight paunch on my belly, along with a body that doesn’t scream muscular. I’d made a few casual friends but no one I’d entrust anything important to. Nevertheless, I was here late at night due to obligations during the day, and hadn’t seen anyone I knew. It’s...

I woke in an empty bed. Meg wasn't there. I was excited to find out how her evening went with Alan. Meg told me, "Stupendous," when I got into bed with her, but she was half asleep. I found Meg sitting at the dining room table, staring into a full mug of cold coffee. She was wearing her white robe but hadn't fastened it. "Are you okay?" I asked. Meg didn't look happy. "Last night was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened....

I remember her words. And that voice. “Do you want to fuck me, big boy?” She said such dirty things, which turned me on, but her voice had that squeaky cartoon-duck timbre—just barely female, just barely adult—which turned me off. I heard her voice before I first saw her, sitting in another booth at the roadside diner. “Mama wants a big sausage with her eggs, not a patty or some skinny little links,” she was arguing with...

“Hi,’ said the woman in the big black Elton John sunglasses. It was Melissa, a Colombian friend. I had taught her two sons English. She and her husband Gilberto were fellow ex-pats and we met up from time to time at ex-pat events. Melissa ran a small spa in a hotel in Paramaribo, Suriname, and every time we met she would invite me for a free treatment from a menu that ranged from manicures to full body massage. I had no d...

I woke up to the darkness of my sunglasses with the sudden realisation of my uncomfortable position. I'd fallen asleep on the sunbed by the hotel pool, and on the bed next to me was Kris also in disarray, seemingly fast asleep. I peeled my sunglasses off to see it was dusk and took in the emptiness of my surroundings. I sat back, continuing to gaze at the pink skyline, appreciating how stunning it was and how relaxed I wa...

I woke up alone in a strange bed to the sound of a hairdryer. As I stirred, Red ordered, "Get up, old man! I'm taking you out for breakfast before my shift!" "Is there coffee in this house?" "Yes. What would you like in yours?" "A good amount of cream. I like my coffee like my women, hot and white." "Well, it's a good thing I'm both then, isn't it?" I whipped off the covers, stood up, and headed for the bathroom. Walking...