THE DRIVE The road out of town was half asleep, the late evening air dense and heavy with summer heat. Her perfume lingered in the car long after she’d applied it, heavier than usual — something floral, faintly sweet, the kind that clung to the tongue as much as the nose. We didn’t speak much; there was no need. The silence between us had shape and meaning by now. She sat beside me, the hem of her dress sliding higher wit...

Some places don’t exist on any map—rooms that live between choices, wedged in the silence after a slammed door or the breath before a lie. You don’t mean to end up in them. They find you. They wait with peeling walls and flickering lights, holding the weight of every almost and never-was. Years later, you don’t remember the address, but you remember the way the air felt—stale, expectant, thick with the kind of heat that f...

Earl nodded toward the door. "How ‘bout you show Hank and me y’all’s room?" Dale's face twisted with conflict, his brow furrowing and lips pressing into a thin line, but he remained silent as Earl placed his hand on the small of Lila's back, steering her toward the exit. Hank followed eagerly, his eyes wide, rubbing his crotch in anticipation as he trailed behind them like a loyal pup. Lila turned her head slightly, casti...

Desperate Circumstances The summer heat had settled into the suburbs early that year, a dry and punishing weight that clung to everything. Monica Jennings stood in her kitchen, staring out the window above the sink at the backyard that had once made her proud. Now, it looked tired—patches of yellowing grass, overgrown flower beds, and a sagging section of wooden fencing where their dog used to scratch before they rehomed...

It all started as a crazy game for the horny men and flirtatious women in the office. Joe, a senior lawyer at the firm, proposed his idea for a 'Motel Game' to the close group of guys he went to lunch with most Fridays. He asked the guys if they'd chip in to pay for a motel room if he could talk any of the girls from work to go there and meet one or more of them for sex at lunchtime. They were pretty enthusiastic about it...

I napped intermittently on the motel bed–but with a naked woman on either side of me, sleep didn't come easy. About two a.m. I awoke to discover Leeann and Vivian were wide awake. Leeann was moaning as Vivian had her head buried between her thighs and was munching away. She sensed that I was watching and raised her head. "Just a midnight snack. Would you like some?" I smiled and slid down to get a better look. Leeann's be...

Once we were back on the road, Ann threw the blanket over our laps and rested her head on my shoulder. Mom and Dad were listening to the radio and singing along to a Ricky Nelson song. Ann whispered into my ear. “I can’t believe I’m not a virgin anymore.” “I’m sorry,” I whispered back at her. “I didn’t mean to go inside you like that. It just happened. Are you upset?” “No. It was great and it didn’t hurt at all. There was...

This is a rhetorical question. What does a man do when he learns he enjoys knowing his wife is fucking other men? Yes, that’s a difficult question for most men to answer. A few men end up learning the answer; not everyone learns the same lesson. I learned my answer, but my journey isn’t common. Partially accidental, partially because of Cheryl, and partially because of my stupidity. I made a promise to Cheryl during a mas...

Finally, the long day Makennah and Allen had spent at the Nine Cedars Country Club pool had drawn to an end. Makennah hurriedly straightened up the lifeguard office and logged some paperwork while Allen helpfully swam out and set up the lane markers for the adult swim period beginning after Makennah’s shift. He gathered up his things from the locker in the men’s room and met Makennah in front of the pool house, looking im...