I’m flushed when I walk into the café, still warm from the cycle over. My legs ache pleasantly, t-shirt clinging, and my hair has gone wild in the wind. I drop my bag at a corner table and head to the counter to order a coffee, already thinking through code. When I sit down again, I open my laptop and before long I’m deep in it; the OAuth flow, authentication layers, scopes and permissions. I’m half-lost in the logic when...

Claire had always been a bit of an enigma to those around her. She carried herself with a quiet confidence, and her words often had a way of cutting through the air with a sharpness that belied her sweet tone. This was especially true with Jacob, a friend she often found herself bemused by. Today, sitting in a cozy corner of the café, Claire had a peculiar idea in mind. The café was bustling, but Claire and Jacob had foun...

David’s fingers were drumming nimbly on the thickly lacquered top of the mahogany table in the dim corner cafe. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans mingled with the smell of rain coming in from the street under the ornate, antique parrot logo of the elegant bar. David didn’t have much time to think about the situation, because Sebastian arrived, his old colleague, and already crossed the interior of the bar and stopp...

Helena was tall with thick, long dark hair and big brown eyes.  She had just arrived in New York from Colombia three months ago and was still trying to get her head around the craziness of the English language. She was glad to be there, learning and just starting to work for a local commercial editing and color grading agency.  After a recent break up, she had signed up for Tinder, half expecting to find nothing at all, b...

A street light flickered fiercely above Dean as he stood silently on the dark pebble street. He could hear a wave of cheering and the thump of bass coming from just down the road. Dating was not something he was used to, nor was he used to nightclubs. But tonight he planned to break out of his comfort zone and jump into the deep world of social gatherings and sex. He hoped. For years he'd been visiting various local cafes...

I'd been working for Andy Saints café for two weeks, three days, nine hours and 56 seconds and counting. It was hell. It shouldn't have been hell, not even a bit, but Andy didn't like me very much. No idea why but he just didn't. Andy's café was a small library sized place. It had ceiling high glass walls and sleek cherry oak tables and black marble counters. Above the café there were 2 apartments. They were university do...

Ellie called asking if I wanted to have lunch with her at the cafe today,I couldnt wait to go. As I got to the cafe I saw her sitting at a booth, I went to sit down. 'Hey Ellie' I said quickly 'Oh hey thanks for coming' She said to me.She dropped her fork on the ground underneath the table I got down underneath the table and I inmediently saw her legs spread open and I saw her red thong,I got turned on.I got back up and I...

This is my first attempt at some writing. Please feel free to comment, good or badIt starts like thisWe meet in a cafe for lunch on a sunny day, not too hot and not too cold. You're wearing jeans that hug your butt and a top that shows off your wonderful cleavage. Not too much exposed but plenty for the imagination. I'm dressed in jeans and a short sleeve shirt.It's a slow day at the cafe and we're the only couple there a...

This story is dedicated to the curvy, voluptuous women who will always be loved, while I was inspired by a woman in particular, I was also inspired by a song from Isaac Hayes, “The Look of Love”, respectively ©1973. However, I dedicate this to the curvaceous, the confident, and the lovely voluptuous women in the world. Cindy was a caring, warm-hearted woman who just got out of a bad relationship with a man of four years....

I hadn’t had any sex at all since my husband died on the Forth of July in 2006 before until I had my first Ménage à trois with my grandson and daughter on Christmas Day night. I didn’t consciously set out to have sex with them but I won’t deny that I welcomed it with open arms, pun intended. I suppose my faith was sealed when I showed up at their house on Christmas Day wearing that elfish mini-dress that looked more like...