You stand across the room, intrigued by the girl in red, unable to look away from the bewitching, otherworldly enchantress. Her long red dress and cape conceal her feet, giving her the appearance of floating like an apparition as she moves across the floor. The red hood frames her white blonde hair, delicate alabaster skin, and sensual red lips. Her seductive allure arouses you profoundly. She stops, turns her head, and l...

In the dim-lit room, we snuggle tight, Two girls on fire, hearts beating just right. Popcorn ignored as the movie plays on, But my eyes drift to her, my sexy siren. She whispers, "Babe, this film's such a bore, I'd rather feel your lips on my core." I grin and bite my lip, feeling the heat, "Let's skip the plot, dive into the treat." Her hands slide up, under my shirt so thin, Fingers tracing tits, pinching nipples in. "O...

“Hey, what are you going as?” Mia asked me out of nowhere, looking up from her desk. It was close enough to Halloween for me to catch her meaning. “Nothing.” I tried to sound offhand, and not pathetically homesick at all. “Oh, come on.” she swiveled her chair to face me. “You’re not a ‘this is my costume’ orange t-shirt type of girl, are you?” I aggressively wasn’t, but I shrugged like those t-shirts didn’t make me gag, a...

We decided to begin our careers in the Denver Metro area after graduate school. I took a job with the National Park Service and my wife was doing research for a veterinary supply company. They were excellent entry-level jobs and we had a great apartment in Lakewood. I was delighted when she made a close friend at work. We did not know anyone in the Denver area and I was often away for several days almost every week. Now s...

“I wish I were going with you,” I complained, while I watched Dara put on her makeup for an afternoon shift at the Angel Room club. I was lying on the couch of her apartment, wrapped in a knitted blanket, trying to preserve the warmth she had left behind in the cushions for a few minutes longer. The TV was dark, the obscure rom-com she’d shared with me this morning long finished. “Can you imagine?” Dara giggled, pausing h...

Jenny and I met outside my building one afternoon for our private rendezvous. Even though we were on the street, she greeted me warmly, hugging and kissing me. For once, I didn’t care if anyone saw us. Jenny was my special friend, and I thought female friends could demonstrate their affection for each other. “My sweet Chloe, it’s so good to see you today. I so much want to be with you right now.” We didn’t linger long the...

My holiday weekend was planned a month ago. Memorial Day is always difficult for me. I lost my only child in Iraq, killed in action. I can’t believe it has been fifteen years since he was taken from me. My lifelong best friend knows this is a dark time for me and she invited me to join her for the weekend. I traveled to New York knowing I was in for several nights of debauchery. Betsy and I met in the second grade and we...

There was no way it was real. That name. Dara. That little string of numbers written next to it, quickly but with care. It was all a fiction of some sort. I couldn’t let myself fall into believing otherwise. She was a stripper, the woman who had written out those letters on the back of this business card and pressed it into my hand. Strippers were professional liars. That wasn’t a judgment against them, just a fact. There...

Though both of our hubbies traveled a lot, Fran and I couldn't get together that often. This evening, I drove over to Fran's place dressed in my favorite short red skirt and a skin-tight black pullover. Fran had come to expect me without underwear, and tonight was no exception. When she came to the door, she looked at my protruding nipples, handed me a glass of rose, and grabbed hers off an end table. Fran wore a see-thro...