The Beverage Cart Girl She rolled up on to the seventh hole and smiled. “Do you need anything?” -he cheerfully asked. She was cute, with her tight, light blue shorts, and a tight-fitting t-shirt. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a pony-tail. Her name tag read 'Brandy' and was strategically placed on her t-shirt so that it stood out. “A cigar, a brandy and something sweet,” I replied. “I have beer and cokes, no br...

I could hear them.Touching. Moaning. Kissing. Fucking. Through the walls, I could hear them so clearly. In the darkness I lay alone in his bed, listening to every move made just outside the door. There was a single candle on the nightstand just beside me. My eyes were glued to it as I listen, while my mind was twisting with the thoughts of how badly I messed up. The morning after our night together, I confessed everything...

Sara’s feet shuffled down the street, belying her mood. It had been a rough day, with her boss breathing down her neck again at the local newspaper. Deadlines, they even ran through her dreams, and his voice, right in her ear, his breath smelling of Doritos, always. She hated Doritos, thanks to him. Her head hung low, her eyes scanning the tiny cracks in the pavement as she worked her way toward her apartment. It was abov...

When my long-term relationship ended I decided to move to a remote one-horse village. Business in the place consisted of one shop across the road from me on the main road, a pub about one hundred metres away on my right, and my gallery. There were also about forty homes scattered about and a population of no more than one hundred people living there. My decision to open the gallery was that the village was on a tourist ro...

Jake watched the alarm clock that sat on the heater at the end of his bed impatiently. Eight forty-two the bright red LCD digits glared. Only eighteen more minutes before he had to report the front desk for duty. He secretly hated his job as an RA especially in the dorm building that was primarily for freshmen, but needed it for the money. Besides the Job had its perks, such as having a room all to himself. He was just ho...

Donna and Harold lived next door to us for years. I always had a secret crush on Donna, who looked much younger than her thirty two years. Because I was very married, I made it a point to keep my eyes, hands and fascination in check, but every now and then, something would give me a reason to pause and think, “What if?” Donna called one afternoon and my wife answered the phone. I heard Rebecca respond, “I’ll send Rex righ...

My daughter Nikki and her friend, Irena, were giggling about a boy they’d met on the train. I couldn’t see what was so funny, except that he was besotted by them and was trying a little too hard. I felt sorry for him because my daughter and her friend were both beautiful young women. They would have been quite a catch for any young man. I remembered being eighteen years old, trying to pick up girls of my own age. It wasn’...

The morning after my surprising train encounter, I arrived at the station feeling half excited and half apprehensive about seeing my fellow commuter once again. What should I say to her? How should I behave? What do you say to a complete stranger who'd wanked you off the previous afternoon and who's pussy scent was on your fingers throughout the evening? For some reason a casual 'Hi' didn't seem to be enough.I walked alon...

April 22nd, 2015 On our first date, I asked you to let me surprise you. You were shy, but agreed. I took you out into the park, and we gazed at the stars as the crepuscular light slowly faded. Your hand found mine across the thin blanket, and I still remember the way that my heart leapt into my throat as I thought: She likes me! She actually likes me! I looked over to see you staring at me, and you turned away, blushing....

It was a week before polling day and I was getting sick of all the election nonsense already. Walking home from work I passed poster after poster proclaiming this lot were doing it wrong, or that lot were doing it wrong. From my experience they were ALL doing it wrong, and it wasn't going to change anything come next Thursday. There was, however, one silver lining to the grey clouds. My local Green Party candidate, Caroli...

“Mmmmm baby I can smell your pussy from here.” You’re walking naked towards me. I’m completely buck naked, hands tied behind my back, bent over a stool. Thwack. I wince. The pain seems to only encourage my raging erection, which is pressing painfully into the soft stool I’m bent over. “Did I tell you that you could speak, or objectify my pretty, pink, wet pussy?” “No, sorry.” Thwack. “Sorry…?” “I’m sorry miss. It won’t ha...