Climbing on the bus Tuesday morning, Tim is delighted to see Abbie sitting there.  He hurries to the seat next to her, being the one to kiss her good morning first today.  “Thank you for last night,” he tells her in a low voice.  Abbie smiles in return. The ride to work is too short.  It seems to Tim to be too soon when he must leave Abbie. With a quick kiss goodbye and promises to text during the day, he makes his depart...

"You're a Trekkie?""I haven't seen all the episodes or films, but I can tell you how all the characters and plot lines intersect. You could call me Trekcurious.”“When I was little, I watched the animated series when nothing else was on.” My fingers were sandwiched between Kevin’s as we walked into his one-bedroom apartment on a Sunday afternoon. We removed our shoes, and he guided me to the couch.“Welcome to my humble abo...

It was rather minor league what transpired between Abbie and Tim the night before.  Something two teens would start at, though today they would have probably gone much farther. For Tim, inexperienced as he is, feeling Abbie’s soft hand on his cock wanking him was heaven.  Even if all his contact with her so far has been through her clothing, it is intense.  Yes, lingering questions.  So many questions, but being with Abbi...

The next day can’t pass quickly enough for Tim. He goes through his closet, trying to decide on what to wear. In the end, he puts on khakis and a light blue button-down shirt. He leaves a couple open at the neck. He grabs a navy-blue blazer to finish the look. Abbie spends a good deal of time preparing for their date also. Deciding on a nice flower print sleeveless dress, low-neck like all the dresses Abbie wears. Cinchin...

It was Labor Day weekend of 1979. Kelly and I were nineteen and she would soon start her sophomore year of college. Patrick and Yvonne were our best friends in the world. Since we’d first swapped partners a couple of years prior we had become regular sex partners, especially Patrick and Kelly. Yvonne typically had to be “in the mood.” Kelly, however, was always ready for sex and loved nothing more than having two cocks wi...

It was a calm, autumn Saturday morning, mostly overcast. Melinda was in her kitchen, washing the dishes, happy for some quiet time away from her husband, Matt, who would be at work until at least sundown. The window looked out toward a large field and the parking lot of the local church. When the boy came into view, she didn’t think anything of it. Kids came to the church building often, usually to play basketball or to s...

Mr. Piggy’s gloved hand quickly started the car, and checking traffic, he pulled out into the street. The alarm on his watch beeped again, signalling five minutes. A long sigh of relief passed his lips, the adrenaline rush from the job, now turning into a different form of rush.  Bonnie, leaving her mask in place, looked over at her partner, “Fuck Clyde, FUCK FUCK FUCK!” she screamed in excitement, “We fucking did it!”  “...

During the next few days, Emma and Donald talk a lot about what their future will hold for them.  They realize they need to define the roles each will play in their marriage, so both are happy and content with all that goes on. The conversation begins Monday morning as they eat breakfast.  They both have meetings and work today, so the discussion is more about what they should think about.  Who should be the dominant part...

It was Friday night; I had been looking forward to this all week. John and I had agreed to put work, friends, everything on hold to enjoy each other’s company on a date night. The restaurant I had chosen I had been to once before on a work function. It was very upmarket. High ceilings, luxurious décor and candlelight added to the atmosphere of opulent decadence. I had gone minimal with jewellery and make up, letting nothi...

I was twenty-one and out of college. I had been working at a clothing store in my hometown, and having a lot of fun with this girl, Sheri. I knew I wasn’t on any kind of career path, and I wasn’t romantically involved. So I was open to a change of scenery. In May, while at a party with some friends, I was presented with a unique opportunity. The hostess was a good friend, a married lady some years my senior, whose name wa...

Ah… Big sigh as it was eleven o’clock and the end of a long twelve hour shift. I was putting my coat on and about to go home, when the door opened to the changing room, my manager’s head popped round and said, “Lenard, can you please help this lady for five minutes before you go?” We are short staffed, isn’t everyone these days! I’m a porter in a hotel just on the outskirts of town. Having left school at seventeen, been h...