A few years ago, I had a neighbor named Rose that was an elementary school teacher. Rose was a very conservative dresser, and quite frankly, she had a very dull personality. She was also married at the time, but I could sense that their relationship did not have a lot of fire. However, underneath all that, Rose was a very attractive woman, and I could tell she had a very shapely body under all of those boring outfits. And...

Andrew heard the clank from his fourth-floor apartment. He stepped to the window, parted the curtains, and peered down toward the source of the sound. The soft glow of the hot tub’s lights lit up the courtyard, steam rising into the cool autumn air above the bubbling water. His eyes were immediately drawn to her. His neighbour Leila was stepping gracefully into the tub, her movements slow and fluid. She looked beautiful a...

I never thought a city like this would swallow me whole so fast. Back in Willow Creek, doors stayed unlocked half the time, and neighbors knew your middle name before you borrowed a cup of sugar. But here in the concrete jungle of Riverton, everything felt like a secret wrapped in steel. I'd packed up my life in a beat-up hatchback three weeks ago, chasing a job at the little graphic design firm downtown. The apartment wa...

Though I had the house to myself that Friday night, the place still felt too small. Growing more restless, I moved from the living room to my bedroom, where the window was open and the local Top 40 radio station played at low volume. Earlier that evening, Mom had stuck her head in my room. "Sawyer, I'm heading out," she said. "I won't be back till tomorrow morning." She was having a girls' night out with several of her co...

In 1985, I was a thirty-four-year-old head lifeguard in Southern California. I had a sweet gig, really. My life up till then was almost the direct plot from that old Sam Elliot movie 'Lifeguard' from the 70s. I was quite content, and having an adult job didn't interest me. In fact, it had been the only job I had ever had, since becoming a Jr. Lifeguard in the 60s. I could not even imagine a job where I couldn't hear the w...

The afternoon sun was a relentless golden hammer, beating down on the quiet suburban street. Mel, nineteen and already bronzed to perfection, lay stretched out on a lounge chair in her backyard, the skimpy floral two-piece bikini barely covering her firm, small breasts and the neatly shaven patch between her thighs. Her parents were a thousand miles away, enjoying a two-week cruise, leaving Mel with the glorious, if sligh...

Sherry was enjoying a cup of hot coffee and reading the morning news on her phone when the sound of a truck’s gears grinding to a stop out front caught her attention. She set her coffee cup down and pulled the curtain back just enough to peek outside. A moving van had pulled up, blocking most of the curb in front of the house next door. Two men in matching shirts hopped out, stretching before heading around to unload. “Th...

Sherry knew she shouldn’t be doing this. She was married. She was straight. But she couldn’t bring herself to say no to Evelyn. There was just something about her. Her chocolate skin. Her dark eyes. She couldn’t resist doing anything Evelyn said. “Kiss me again,” Evelyn purred gently. Sherry’s lips met her neighbor’s once more, their tongues dancing as their naked bodies pressed together. She could taste herself on Evelyn...

My name is Jesse, but my friends—or at least the ones I thought were friends—call me Jes for short. I'm twenty-one years old. Not tall enough to turn heads, not average enough to blend into the crowd. I've got a regular build, straight brown hair, and a bit of an introverted vibe that keeps me on the sidelines in this world. I'm studying fashion design; I'm all about fabrics, lines, and details. Maybe it's the only way I...