She's been aware of him for fifteen minutes now. It started when she came in and saw that the table by the window was free. She’d almost turned around when she saw the queue, but it was Saturday, and she had nowhere else to be, so she’d ordered her latte and claimed the seat anyway. She noticed him then, vaguely, as just another body in a chair, laptop open, headphones around his neck, the sort of good-looking you clock a...

“Welcome back, everyone,” said the podcast host. “Today we’re talking to the author of Intentionality: The Art Of Something New, Benjamin Sills, and, my brother, I just wanted to confirm something with you.” “Sure,” said Benjamin, “I’ve got a feeling I know what it’ll be about.” A grin stretched his features. “Internet scuttlebutt dictates your inspiration behind the book was a woman you met once when you were at your low...

The club was packed, and I knew just where to find trouble. The interior was awash in pulsing neon lights that cast an otherworldly glow over the dance floor. The walls were adorned with holograms of spinning geometric shapes that seemed to move in time with the music. The crowd danced wildly to the loud, thumping bass that vibrated through the air like a living thing. Sweat glistened on skin as bodies moved in perfect un...

My palms are flat on the wall. My jeans are round my ankles, my knickers around my knees. As he enters from behind, I can hear the whirr of the engine and the fierce wind suction sound you get in airline toilets. He has his rhythm, and he knows where to put it. I feel my ponytail gently tugged at. “Trying not to come...” he gasps suddenly. Bless him. He thinks giving me an orgasm is why he's here. Taj Mahal? Check. Ride a...

Our usual munch took place the weekend after the birthday party. My husband accompanied me again, and the evening was lively and lovely. My friend came, too, but he left early for a metal concert while I was in the loo. This led my slightly tipsy self to message him I was a bit disappointed to have missed his departure, and he didn’t reply. However, a few hours later, I was hanging about on the ground floor around 11 PM w...

Kira and Alex had been trying to find new ways to spice up their sex life. This weekend it was Kira's turn to plan, and she already had the perfect idea. Saturday afternoon, she teased Alex by making it seem like his surprise wouldn't come until tomorrow. In reality, tonight was the night. They had plans to go see a movie, but she had something much filthier in mind. Before getting dressed, Kira slipped on the red lace pa...

Dave peeked around the living room entranceway to peer at the front door. When he saw the blonde hair, the blue eyes looking at him through the decorative glass, he stepped back out of sight. Shit. He looked down. The bottom of his faded Broncos T-shirt brushed the top of his waist and hugged his deltoids and pecs, having shrunken in the dryer over the years. His fraying blue flannel pajama pants were soft enough to justi...

A thick fog rolls in across the pier from the bay, colder than the steel of the gun barrel I hold against my temple and the half-finished bottle of bourbon slumped in my other hand. Maybe the descending gray blanket will deaden the shot that bites into my sorry-ass existence. Anonymize me. Swallow the muzzle flash as I'm added to the growing list of worthless cops this city has ejected like spent shell casings. My finger...