Work’s a ruckus, home’s a zoo Needed quiet to think things through A cup of tea and gripping book Tucked away in my library’s nook Distractions fled, now nary a care Until a figure earned my stare Auburn waves and slender size Caused my arousal’s instant rise Her strutting form, young and pert Had me following, though covert As I found where she’d sequestered Her pose declared not to be pestered Not one to be an evil cree...

I sat on the couch, feeling the weight of the day. My legs trembled slightly from exhaustion. The wet dress stuck to my skin uncomfortably. Laura emerged from the kitchen with a coffee cup. Her eyes gleamed with a mischievous plan. She settled next to me on the couch. "Well done in the park, Stella!" "But today isn’t over yet." "I have something better for you." "Let’s go to a dance class." "Then to Sergei’s cottage for a...

Two lonely moths swirl around the glaring streetlamp that casts a ring of light around the dusty bus stop. You watch them passively as you wait alone for the Red Line to take you home. It was another long shift at the hospital, and your scrubs stick to your back in the humid summer night air. You sigh as you resign yourself to another night of light beer and the leftover Chinese food waiting for you at home in the fridge....

The dirty old man slid his hand down Vanessa's nylon-covered shaft, his fingers tracing the outline of her semi-flaccid appendage. He paused at the base, feeling the nylon bunched up between her legs. With a wicked grin, he reached around, his fingers brushing against her uncircumcised knob, peeking out between her nylon-clad cheeks. Vanessa shuddered, a whimper escaping her lips as the man's touch sent electric shocks th...

Arnold Davidson sat on the stage-front barstool at the Krazy Kat Klub just as he had done every night for the past twoweeks. There was a military bearing to the way he stood and walked. But his slight limp and some obvious, but muted, scars on the right side of his face made it clear that his fighting days were behind him. The girls called him “fiver on a budget,” meaning that he threw five dollar bills onto the stage or...

Part 8 Tuesday morning was just as exciting for Ruth; she had arrived at work much later, hoping to get in at the same time as Reg so they could have a few minutes alone in the darkness of the parking lot, maybe a little make-out session before the workday. Ruth still got into work before Reg, though, giving him a cute little "morning" when he got in. They had kept the ruse of the phone calls to communicate, and Ruth had...

Rachel sits behind the synth, fingers drifting, twitching, gliding… The stage lights catch her eyes, half-closed, lost in her own thoughts. Her Bluetooth toy nestled inside— silent now, but she knows that won't last… Synced to sound, she is in control, for now. . The Bubble Monkey waits for her cue— guitarist tapping the body of his strat, drummer spinning a stick in lazy circles. The bassist watches the crowd, counting t...

Part 1 "For goodness sake, Reg, how many times?" Ruth told a very well-inebriated Reg. He had his arm around her lower back, a little too close for her liking. He leaned into her, his breath reeking of whisky and beer. She could feel his breath on her neck, his warm hand pressing into the small of her back. "You've been looking at me all night. I can see it." His voice was a breathy mess, his eyes were glazed over, and he...

The cabin of the Airbus was cool; even in her plush business class seat, Heather could feel the chill through her pink blouse and tight white jeans. Heather fidgeted, trying to find the most comfortable angle as she read through her notes on her phone, making sure she was fully prepared for the conference; it was important she made a good impression for her bosses. She knew the material inside out, the products, the numbe...