Classes were due to start in roughly two weeks. After years of studying, stressing, winning awards, and being a try hard, I simply wanted at least to relax. I just recovered from grueling wisdom teeth extraction as well, so my small vacation was riddled with pain and hunger. Finally, there was a chance at happiness in this short lived summer. There was a party tonight at Brittany’s mansion while her parents were away on b...

The tears drowned her eyes He says he's sorry, but she's too wise to believe his lies As she pushes him away, she sobs herself to sleep A deep yearning in her soul for comfort, and it’s something she cannot control. Days pass and she finds a source of comfort in something new Her friend through her ex man, but his words seem true His soft touch and deep voice, sending shivers down her spine Between the wine and laughs, te...

During my year or so of being a total slut there were lots of random acts of slutiness. Here are some of my favorites.It sucks when your car breaks down. It was cold and late and I got a flat. There was no way I was going to try to change my tire. It was freezing and dark out so I called triple A. Twenty minutes later the tow truck pulled up. The guy hooked up my car and I got into the front seat of the tow truck. He gave...

It was a business trip and tonight was your typical cocktail dinner reception, people floating around pretending to network with people that they know they will never contact or speak to again in order to be cordial. It was during that “networking”, we met. At the time I thought nothing of us meeting and chatting. I didn’t even have one lustful thought or any inkling of an idea that this six foot tall, dark haired hunk wa...

I’m a piano player, not a pianist. I started as a pianist when I was eight or nine, but then I heard Honky Tonk Train Blues, or something. I heard James Booker and Professor Longhair, all the New Orleans guys, and it struck me. I had to sound like that. I never will, but I keep on trying. They’re the greatest piano players ever. The rhythm, the music. Spiritual music. A sound like that can heal a broken heart. And Ragtime...

She wanted him, had wanted him for so long, she could not remember a moment when the mere mention of his name had not tightened something in her, had not heated her blood. It mattered little that most of the time she could not stand him, that he was her boss’s boss, that he was her best friend’s brother. It had not even mattered when he had belonged to another woman. She had always wanted him. So why should it surprise he...

I awoke as I passed out, naked and spread-eagle on the bed. A knock on the door arose me from the post-fellatio slumber. “I ordered food while you sleep,” she remarked. The light streamed in as the door opened and I realized that she was still naked as well. The glory of her perfection framed by the light of the door roused me again. The gawking boy who held our food was speechless and frozen. He moved stiffly into the ro...

It was spring in Montreal and my friend Adam and I had just finished our last exam of the year. As planned, we met up afterward outside the library to go out for drinks. Unfortunately it was a Tuesday night, so it seemed that it would be a pretty low key celebration. Still we had to do something. We’d just finished another semester and more or less managed to maintain our focus during beautiful Montreal spring. I don’t kn...

"I'm glad you're here. My parents and sisters are out this night and you know how much I hate to be alone," she smiled, looking at Kay, but not at me. Of course she isn't happy to have me here. Who would be, if your ex-girlfriend of two years was suddenly invited to your sleepover by your best friend who conveniently forgot to tell you until the last minute? "What about Justin, Ina? Aren't you glad that she's here, too?"...

Em met him in the bar, during a break in the awards dinner she was attending. They chatted briefly and had a cigarette, and said they’d probably see each other at the bar again when next there was a break in proceedings. Or perhaps, he said, they could have a nightcap later. His name was Jean and he was French. He was a big man with a nice laugh and twinkling eyes. Em hadn’t met him before and wouldn’t again. He was from...

I lifted my gaze from the bottom of my fifth empty glass to see what was going on around me in the pub. My eyes didn't really focus though. I was thinking about what had happened earlier that day. I had walked to my boyfriend's house to wish him a happy birthday. I had a 'special' surprise present for him, if you get what I mean. But when I got there, some blonde chick had beat me to it. They were hard at it when I went t...

laughing, flipping her hair, sharing her thoughts, feeling "alive"morphing into longer looks, deeper thoughts, more intimacyfirst touch: as innocent as possible, as electric as everone car stayed parked, the other carried us both"my place or yours?" was in her eyesso I made her decision seem like mineI remember her purse hit the floor firstthen her blouse and skirt and shoesa blur at the time and maybe even nowher arched...