As Kat wrestled with the awning for her stall, she cursed how exposed her allocated space was in the square. Packing up was supposed to be the easy part, but the wind that had appeared out of nowhere made everything a struggle. Mark walked across the square toward Kat's pitch. As he did so, a sudden gust lifted Kat's awning into the air, and it was halted when it made contact with Mark in a glancing, but thankfully harmle...

As Tracey listened to Ian finish his story, she smiled and laughed in a way that her instinct suggested he would understand. The conversation started when she asked him if he knew the location of the temporary bus stop, but it had taken an unexpected turn, or at least that was true from Ian's point of view. "I'm glad that people come to live here from all over the world, just as we did, but encountering someone who isn't...

The neon lights of the hotel bar flickered, casting an artificial glow on the polished chrome surfaces. The atmosphere was a potent mix of laughter, music, and the faint scent of spilled drinks. Mia, feeling the warmth of a few too many cocktails, leaned back into the plush velvet of her barstool, her eyes scanning the room. A group of young men in their twenties, half her age, caught her eye, their boisterous conversatio...

At 6 AM my phone rang. I picked it up. “Rob, it’s Saul. I need your help. I’m in jail. My bail hearing is at 9,” Saul bellowed. “Slow down Saul,” I mumbled. “Explain.” “I was at the Dusitpirom’s house last night. It was fucked up and I lost it,” Saul complained. “So why did they arrest you?” I enquired. “Things got violent!” Saul shouted into the phone. “OK,” I tried to calm Saul down. “What are the charges?” “Aggravated...

Friday, July 05, 1968 Dear Mamó, Last night there were fireworks over the lake, then some fireworks inside the cabin, if you know what I mean! Just kissing and cuddling, though. I know you were a fast girl when you were my age, but I haven’t fooled around a whole lot. I jacked off a couple of boys in high school, big whoop. And the guys at MIT aren’t exactly the type to sweep you off your feet—they’d be more likely to bui...

My eyes slowly adjusted to the dimly lit bedroom as I woke. It was early on a Saturday, and the sun was coming up, casting its warm yellow glow through the gaps in the curtains, signaling it was time to start my weekend routine. I was the first awake — this was usual but now also expected. My transformation into Anne was now required to be completed for presentation to Mistress Jess when she was ready to begin her day. Li...

Eliza stood, still fully clothed, with a tight grip on the mid-shaft of my hard cock. Her hold tightened as she stared with disgust and anger at her disgraced husband Dr. Patrick. Chloe conducted her little orchestra with the flair of a Leonard Bernstein - only with a wooden Sportcraft paddle ball racquet instead of a conductor’s baton. Poor Dr. Patrick, his embarrassingly tiny erection still jutting forward, stood teary-...

Mick had never laughed so hard in his life. While sheltering from a downpour, he sought refuge in a bus shelter and sat next to Lotte, who had made the same choice. He learned that she had been working for a German-based company in London for ten years. Mick shared stories about his extensive travels through Germany and expressed his frustration that a brain injury had taken away his language skills and other abilities. "...