I didn’t find Gail there, in the room where our marriage had ended. Oh, it limped along for a little while after that–her desperate pleas to reconcile and the various legal nonsense kept it on life support for months–but there was no marriage there anymore. For a time, we lived as two roommates, albeit roommates who occasionally shared a bed for a quick hatefuck, but that’s not a marriage, is it? I took a quick peek insid...

I used to love our old house. Of course, that was back when it was “our” old house, when there was still an “us” to have a house together. Back before Gail had cheated, back before I’d divorced her, back before our lawyers wrangled over who got what. Months after the divorce, “our” house remained the sole shared marital asset, but not for too much longer. If she hadn’t slept with her co-worker, I’d have called the settlem...

It was a balmy 33F outside. Got to the mall about 10 am. Was able to find Christmas gifts for my brother and sister yet still struggling to find something for my parents. Shopping for Christmas gifts for my parents is always a challenge as they have everything they need and when they find something they want they go get it. Then it hit me, the bookstore was my next stop. Dad enjoys cooking and grilling while Mom is always...

Louise lay in bed as the delightful shudders of a powerful orgasm subsided. She watched Irena let herself out of their bedroom and admired her shapely, toned bum. She and her husband had enjoyed an energetic threesome with their young Ukrainian friend the previous night. First thing this morning, Irena knelt between Louise’s legs and skilfully pleasured her with her tongue. Louise had climaxed without waking her husband....

Ragden sat in the backseat of the car, reading his math book. He paused occasionally, closed his eyes and worked over the problems in his mind, feeling the numbers and how the equations fit together. As the car slowed, Ragden looked around and realized they were back in town. He stowed his book back in his backpack and watched the neighborhood slip by. “Is that someone in our driveway?” Michael asked. “Is that Emily?” Jen...

It has been fifty years, yet I never forgot a single detail. After work, every Friday, we secretly met in our favourite hidey-hole behind the post office. I clearly remember how she possessively held it firmly in her delicate hand and how I liked watching her do it. She smiled. She blushed. She giggled. She gasped. She begged. She licked. She moaned. She swallowed. She moaned. She licked. She begged. She gasped. She giggl...

Three days later, Willow sat at her office desk, head tilted and propped up against her palm. She scrolled randomly through the strange phone’s screen. There wasn’t much there, just the bare bones of icons. No message app, no contacts folder, not even a way to dial out. The files were empty. She had considered taking it to the I.T. department to see if they could dig through it --find something, anything-- but thought bet...

It was the summer of ninety-two when we first met. I owned a small printing business just outside of the District of Columbia.  I had started using a local vendor for quick turn-around business cards.  They were something we used as a loss-leader to draw in larger and more profitable business orders.  The owner of the business card company had come around about six months earlier. He was looking for business and brought a...