"My wife says you like to come in her mouth, David." We are only one drink in to the evening and this isn't the conversational opener I'd expected. I nurse my bottle of Bud and say nothing. Lars puts his arm around my shoulders, leans his head down towards mine and...
Erica says, "I want to ask you a question." I think, Uh oh. I don't like the sound of this. One wrong answer and I'm sleeping on the couch. It's one A.M. Erica and I are basking in the afterglow of some really great sex. We're both exhausted, but still too wired and...
The click of the turn signal indicator was the only sound that could be heard as the CD player changed discs. She had forgotten what was next, after all there were five more in the machine, or was it nine? No matter; there were plenty. She lived amongst plenty. The...
"Quigley!" came the voice up from the basement in that sharp sour tone that made his nerves ache. "QUIGLEY!" it snapped from the box of Frieblow's Pickle Brining Jars that had been down there for at least 33 years. "I want a cucumber!" it rattled. "I want a cucumber...
Chester King had it made. He liked to think of himself as the only person in the world who made it and kept it during the years going into the eighties, the years when the real estate world was the place to be. It was all about timing. Chester thought he was lucky: he...
Elrod Everlode fought down his guilt, pulled his belly back over and behind his belt (while hiding it under the bar) and ordered a bag of Doritos. The peanuts were free, but he loved Doritos and peanuts gave him gas. Enough things gave him gas unexpectedly these days...
You know, a few years ago it would have been hard for me to tell you this story. Then again, a few years ago things were different. We weren't straight with each other. Yeah, we'd joke about jerking off—each time in a way that would leave an out for the conversation...
Patrick was a student, temporarily living in Canada to complete a Master's degree in Environmental Sciences. He had a lilting brogue that made me want to fuck him the moment I saw him behind the counter of my favourite local café, Baristas and Beans aka B&B. My...
In a dimly lit room I stood at the bottom of a winding staircase; the sound of wind chimes played from an upstairs porch on a hot night. I wore a white blouse, tight red skirt, and spiked high heels. I watched the man walk toward my front pane-glass double doors. His...
Lying sprawled out and naked on the bed I am talking to Norman on the phone. At least I'm trying to talk to Norman on the phone. My new friend Max doesn't like Norman. And Max hasn't even met him yet. He breaks off from what he is doing to scowl at the phone as soon...