She wasn't at all what he expected. While reading the many stories she'd published online, Clay had only imagined who she really was. Her identity was concealed by a mildly self-deprecating user name. Still, he couldn't help but visualize her as a curvy redhead, with a naughty smile and a constantly wet pussy. She wrote the filthiest erotic tales, which he consumed as soon as they were posted. He couldn't begin to count t...

He doesn’t know I’ve been watching him back. I feel badly about it most days; I watch him get shoved out of the way, I watch his books get smacked out of his hand, and I watch his underwear get pulled so far out of his pants it’s a wonder the fabric doesn’t rip. Part of me wants to interfere and consequences be damned, but the other part of me gets irritated. Why does he have to be such a pushover? It’s not as though he’s...

She didn’t knock. Just that soft, nearly insolent tap, like she already knew he’d be standing behind the door. And he was. The corridor outside the hotel room was stale with the scent of old carpet cleaner and something cheap and floral. One overhead light buzzed above her, casting a half-shadow across her collarbone. Her coat was long. Buttoned to the top. But the slit in the back offered a glimpse of a single bare calf...

I don’t know who coined the phrase, “Women have two sets of lips: one set for arguing, and the other set for apologizing.” I’ve never been a fan of that statement or general sentiment surrounding it, but right now, she was apologizing. Arguing for us was rare. For one thing, we generally agreed on most issues because our personalities and viewpoints were very similar. For another, we usually logically stepped our way thro...

Ryan and I haven’t seen each other since Canada. And now he’s here in Chicago and we are stealing a few hours together. I left my friend’s bachelorette party early and walked down a few blocks to Ryan’s hotel. As I enter his hotel, he’s exiting the elevator at the back of the lobby. I move across the marble floor and down a few steps into a seating area where we meet and collide. No words; none are necessary, just hungry...

Don't Mind the Pound Cake You came into the house with an exhausted groan. Work had been hard with the economy hitting an all-time low. This meant everyone was afraid of being laid off by the higher-ups who had been sitting themselves. You had enough money in your savings account for you two to survive two months. Plus, your girlfriend was working hard, being a freelancer. Still, you had no intention of letting her become...

For a while, life continued as normal. Kelly and I never spoke about what happened that night on her couch, mainly due to our partners being present at every meeting. The following weekend, I went to Kelly and Tom’s to drop off some spare car parts for Tom’s old Ford that we were rebuilding together. When I arrived, Kelly answered the door. She wore a polka-dot summer dress and fishnet tights. She told me that Tom had gon...

Rattle, clunk. Every bump or hole that Carter couldn't evade made him wince. The noise coming from the front suspension of his battered Ford Edge could not be good. Any time now, the front wheels would fly off. He was sure of it. Carter cursed himself for not making the appointment sooner. He was too busy. It wasn't that big of a deal. It would go away on its own. All excuses to cover the fact that he really just didn't f...