Airtight Stories

It was the first rainfall for over three months in a city aching for relief from the summer heat, and the sweet, dusty smell kicked up from the sidewalk was almost intoxicating. Straight ahead, the neon sign flickered sporadically as those initial droplets of rain hit, illuminating the otherwise gloomy alley with bursts of pink light. “DESIRE” they called it, but it might as well have been called ‘NEED’ – the need for ton...

 Some time shortly after the night with the two girls wearing nothing but oil we were invited over to Sue and Jake's place for a barbecue on a Friday night in a late Indian summer. Melanie donned a pretty summer dress with a button-through front and white, stiletto-heeled, strapped sandals and we went over around seven o'clock. Jake greeted us at the front door and led us through the house to the back yard, apologizing en...

After the softball game I invited a couple of the guys back to the house for a swim. Since moving to Hillside for the new job last fall, Monica and I had been pretty busy getting the house set up and made ours; shopping, some small fix-it projects. She'd found work while I'd settled into my new responsibilities, but over the months there really hadn't been time for social interaction. So I'd been glad to see the softball...

When you last heard from me, life had gotten horribly complicated by my fucking my father. Yes, I'm sure it's wrong somehow, but well, I love him. It's complicated, let's just put it that way. My summer at home before heading out to law school was awkward at first, but Mom spent tons of time with her various charities and other adventures which left time enough for us to have some truly incredible sex. We also got away wi...