Preface: A few weeks ago I visited my local pub. As I was approaching, the owner of the pub was seated outside and chatting to a man I had never seen before. After inviting me to join them, she introduced me to the man whose name was ‘Chimp.’ A short while later, she asked Chimp how his old buddy, ‘Donkey’ was doing… Naturally, with those two strange nicknames in mind, I couldn’t resist writing this story. *** I bought my...

My husband does have to be a human being most of the time. His job is the one that pays most of the bills. He’s a contract mediator, but if you ask him he’ll sigh and say that he’s a ketchup popsicle salesman. Degrees in psychology, philosophy and business. He doesn’t talk a lot, but if you spend half an hour talking to him? At the end of it, he’ll give you two sentences that make everything he wants sound reasonable. He...

Kate woke up naked in the middle of the floor, still questioning in her head if what happened really happened.  She rubbed her eyes and looked around the room to see her outfit neatly folded on the bed along with the naughty sheet that probed her. “What the…” Kate muttered to herself before she was cut off by a tiny voice behind her. “Wakey wakey sleepy head.”  The tiny voice said with a giggle.  Startled, Kate spins arou...

Samantha, who liked to be called Sam, and Judy had a lot in common. Both in their early forties. Both divorced, and both determined not to make the same mistake twice. They had been friends now for about a year since Sam had moved into the apartment directly across the hall from Judy's. Most days one or the other would pop into the others for a coffee or a chat. Once a week or so they would go to the pub together to join...

There's an old saying, "If you don't ask you don't get," and it applies to all sorts of aspects of life. I once read an interview with Rod Stewart, at that time one of rock's leading lotharios, in which he revealed a pulling technique he used at parties. Early in the evening, he would start talking to the girl he most fancied and after a few preliminaries he would say, "Would sex be out of the question?" And of course, mo...

It was Friday and my girlfriend, Anne called me at work to let me know to meet her at the local bar where several of the girls from her dorm would be going. Our friend Steve bartended there part-time, at nights to pay for his college tuition. Anne, Evelyn and I usually went there on the nights he was working to make sure he got plenty of tips and for the free drinks. On this particular night, about half of the dorm decide...

I met him online. His name was Drew. I couldn't see his face up close in his picture, but something about him caught my eye. He was tall and even from a distance, I could see he was in great shape in shorts and a fitted t-shirt. In his dating profile, he mentioned wanting a great kisser. That really grabbed my attention. I have always thought kissing was one of the most important elements to build and sustain a relationsh...

Magnolia stood back, admiring her work.  She had been tasked with throwing the first unofficial party for all the students in her college’s Astronomy program.  Magnolia worked tirelessly for days to create a party worthy of Pinterest, setting up a projector to dazzle her guests that would take them sailing from universe to universe the second they gazed upon the canopy.  She had crafted handmade chocolates and Hors D’oeuv...

My wife, Lynn and I got married when we were both only eighteen years old. And though Lynn had been raised in a very strict Christian family with her father being a preacher, and she had always dressed extremely conservative, after we took a few nude photos one night she did a complete turnaround. From there, we'd started going on short trips out of town for her to expose herself. We also started to get into the swinger l...

While we finished dinner, we talked about the different sex games that we’ve played over the years such as Spin the Bottle, Strip Poker, Seven Minutes in Heaven and stripping to most any board game. Since we already had recent carnal knowledge of each other, we decided on a variable of Spin the Bottle. The idea is that the one that the bottle points to has to pick a paper slip from a bowl and complete the task listed. The...

I take a pew at the back, partially obscured by an ornate pillar. Mourners trickle past me, some familiar. It’s the first time I’ve been home in a decade and everyone looks kind of weathered. Except him, that is. Josh turns around as the church organ roars into life and catches my eye, then presses his lips into a tiny smile of acknowledgement, of gratitude. I feel overwhelmed by sadness. His Facebook photos don’t do him...