After the wedding things returned to their previous routine, mostly. Carl went to his classes at the college. Mina went to translate for Lauren. After his classes Carl would visit Lauren at her compound, or alternatively Lauren would come to Carl’s. The day after the wedding Carl went to visit Lauren for lunch at her place. They didn’t talk about the wedding. Lauren didn’t ask about Mina and Carl didn’t volunteer anything. He felt uncomfortable. Throughout their marriage he had never strayed. Never so much as kissed another woman. Now he had slept with one of Lauren’s best friends. It felt dishonest to not tell her what happened, but he…

John first met Amanda at the coffee shop. She served him the same thing every morning with the same smile. She was twenty three and single. He was a fifty seven year old semi-retired widower. Little did he know that the aspiring cinematographer was into older men. He was certainly into younger women and when she began supplying him with erotic videos of herself, it led to an afternoon meeting at his house and wild sex in the kitchen during a thunderstorm. Thus, daily drive-throughs spawned a relationship that was about to enter a new phase. The Saturday following their first encounter at John’s house found the couple together again.…

Sam pushed onto the crowded subway car, out of breath from running to catch her train. She gave a sigh of relief and stationed herself close enough to a pole to hang on when the car began moving. She combed her fingers through her wavy chestnut curls, wild from racing down several flights of stairs, and smoothed her flowing skirt. Glancing around, she caught a glimpse of a tall, sandy-haired guy standing a few feet away, his face only visible in profile. She was unable to stop herself from admiring his chiseled jawline and the cut biceps his short-sleeved t-shirt revealed. A black tattoo peeked out of the sleeve, disappearing…

“So what time will you be back?” I called out. I smiled as I watched my wife move around the front of the house in her last second preparations before going out. Her lovely figure captured in an elegant silk blouse and knee length skirt, with a pair of pumps accentuating her toned calves. I watched her toss her long, thick, auburn hair as she put on the last touch to her ensemble, a pair of stylish earrings. Jacqui smiled and shook her head, “I don’t know Brock. It could be late, it depends who shows up. I’ll be home as soon as I can. You’ll be alright while I’m…

The day was hot. The sun was in its full glory. It was my kind of day. I had taken the day off of work. I wanted to get away from it all for a while, and I needed to get some things done around the house. I spent the morning tending to my various choirs, anticipating a relaxing afternoon in the pool. By 11:00 I was hot and sweaty from cutting the grass, weeding the vegetable garden, and planting a few trees in my yard. My skin felt aglow from the warmth of the sun, it was pretty oblivious that I was once again going to have a pretty…

Of course I had noticed her before—she was roommates with my girlfriend Rebecca. That summer I was around Rebecca’s almost all the time. I’m not usually the kind of guy who packs up and moves to his girlfriend’s, but that summer was the fucking hottest summer I’ve ever been through in the city, and Rebecca’s apartment had air conditioning. And besides, the sex was great and for once I was dating a girl who I actually liked to hang out with all the time. And, there was Alexis. Alexis was friends with Rebecca from college—they had moved to the city together because they didn’t know where else to go. Alexis…

As the dream begins, I know that it has been several weeks since I last saw you and you are leaving once again, so we had arranged for me to take you to the airport. I wake up in need, fucking wet and practically panting from the anticipation of getting to see you today, even if it will be short lived. It is warm out today, so I picked out a pretty, short dress to wear and decide that I will make this as hard for you as it will be for me. I smile inside and decide underwear is out of the question. I jump in the car, racing…

All characters portrayed in this story are 18 years or older, any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental and in the mind of the author. I wish this had happened to me but it is just a story that I felt you might enjoy. —– Pulling the scarf from her hair she allowed it to fall around her shoulders. It had been keeping her hair out of her eyes as she worked the heavy bag. She was sweating hard from the workout but a shower would certainly take care of that. She blew a stray hair out of her eyes as she moved to the large studio…

All characters in this story are fictitious and bear no relationship to any person, living or deceased. The setting for the story is based on historical events but no event reported in the story is based on any specific historical occurrence. The activities described in this story are not necessarily either recommended or condoned by the author. With these considerations in mind, enjoy. ************************** Lieutenant Jeffrey Wilson checked his cockpit one last time before giving the thumbs up, feeling the immediate response as his F2H Banshee was flung off the deck of ‘USS Essex’, cruising out of missile range off the North Korean coastline. He joined formation with the remainder…

The first Thursday of every month for the past two years, you and I have gotten together for wine and chess, alternating between your place, mine, and the chess club where we met. Tonite it is your turn to play host and when I arrive, there is a note on your door: “See me inside.” As always, I enjoy the word-play. I am so easily delighted by everything from the most childish puns to the cleverest double-entendres. I open the door with a grin and step into the foyer. I stop to listen for the sound of you moving around, but I can hear nothing. For once, your place is…