He treated it as though it were a typical Saturday – woke up, served her breakfast in bed, then left for the gym and to run a few errands. He had no reason to approach it any differently. After all, she had talked all week about how excited she was to lie around and relax…
“Don’t move,” the photographer tells me. How could I even entertain the idea given the fact that I am lying face down in a X shape, tied to a bed? I’m completely naked except for a latex mask and the fact that he is fully clothed only makes me feel even more exposed and naked. …
My drone touched down delicately in front of me with the red-light warning about low battery life. The drone had lifted off with a full charge an hour ago, and, after taking pictures and videos of the acreage, it returned exhausted. The drone had flown across the massive estate. The property was green with pastures…
I had worked the drive-thru at the fast-food restaurant for a month and had already seen some awkward sights from customers. Old women with yapping dogs on their laps. Parents who had several kids barking through the window to get their burgers. Businessmen who swore when they spilled coffee on their designer shirts. Teenagers making…
Steve knocked on the front door of Brandon’s house on Sherwood Drive. Instead of his friend answering, it was Brandon’s mom. “Steve, how are you?” she said brightly. “Hi, Ms. Davis. I’m here to get Brandon.” “He’s not back yet. He was held up at track practice. It shouldn’t be too long though. You can…
Your mouth puckers and shoulders shiver from the sour flavor. The Gimlet is more lime than liquor. In fact, the shot of Grey Goose is questionable. And that’s how your night has gone. You are mentally absent and not participating in Isabel’s and Carla’s chit-chatting. This smoky rock club is awkward for you. It’s packed…
Charlotte toweled off in her steam-fogged bathroom. To her dislike, rubbing the thick cloth against herself made her lower body jiggle. She flung the white towel over a hanger and wiped off the moisture from the mirror with her hand. When she saw her reflection, the comments of a former lover came to mind. She…
“Here’s your pay!” Dennis shoved a fist full of dollars into my chest. “And now our business partnership is officially terminated. Don’t ever contact us again.” The fire in his eyes revealed the anger of Hell. Or it may have been his embarrassment after one hell of a night. Honestly it mattered to me. Dennis…
The cruel winds had blown through Williston Falls the night before. The storm uprooted sturdy trees in the town’s small park and lifted farm houses only to reset them cockeyed on their foundations. But there was worse. The morning after, three ladies huddled together in the Louise Hollis Community Center, trying to calm a weeping…
I’d been stood up and it sucked. On a whim I’d swiped right on Tinder for a guy with a winning smile. We’d texted a couple of times and agreed to meet here. Now forty-nine minutes past our meeting time he was a no show. Steam swirled from my latté, the aroma mingling with the…
Sitting in the observation car on the Winnipeg-Churchill train, Derrick watched the stunted coniferous trees and muskeg quickly pass by as the train headed north through Canada. He relaxed, lounging in his seat, arms behind his head. A vent below his seat blew warm air against his feet and a steaming cup of almond-flavored coffee…
The Friday night drinks party at work was over. I’d been standing around for hours and my new three-inch heels were killing me. I just wanted to go home, treat myself to a nightcap and something to eat, before pulling on one of the old T-shirts my ex had left behind when he had taken…
It was time to show him the side of me I’ve hidden for years, I told myself as I lifted a hand to knock on the door of my husband’s office. I’ve denied myself long enough. “Come in,” his voice came from behind the closed door and as I entered his office, I found him…
It was Michael’s 37th birthday and his wife, Tricia had bought him a 60-minute deep tissue massage from a local masseuse. As Michael drove to his appointment after work, he wondered why Tricia would buy him this. He had never mentioned wanting or needing a massage. Michael and Tricia had been married for 9 years…
Sunlight peaks in around the window ledge, streaming through the shear curtains and warming my hand. I slowly waken, struggling to open my eyes. Something feels different. These are not my sheets, these are not my pillow. As the room comes into focus, details from the previous night come rushing back. I yawn as I…
It was a sweltering day in late May. The humidity in the air was thick and heavy. Sarah had just finished at the gym and was riding her bike home. She passed down Main Street which was congested and busy. All of the coffee shops and bistros were brimming with activity, with many kids now…
Before I put another notch in my lipstick case You better make sure you put me in my place Pat Benatar, Hit Me with Your Best Shot Shawn sat at the faux oak boardroom table in the cool room, waiting for the meeting to start. Evelin sat down across from him. He looked up in…
Sabrina’s right hand hovered tentatively over her mouse, the cursor poised to click Broadcast. While she’d always found the idea of showing off for others a huge turn-on, she’d never dared to actually act on this fantasy. She’d come close a few times – and had even registered on an amateur cam site – but…
The pressure of quarantine pushed people from their apartments. Aysa sat on her fire escape on the fifteenth floor of the old apartment building, soaking in the respite. But respite wasn’t the only reason she was there. Several stories below, on the top of the neighboring apartment building, was a secret garden. The garden was…
The television hums— “…The number of confirmed cases has surpassed 985,000…” My eyes glaze over as the reporter drones on. I’ve heard it all before, and it just gets worse each day. This shit’s inescapable. As frightening as it is, who knew the end of the world would be so… fucking dull? Stay the fuck inside. That’s…
One month since the beginning of confinement. My boyfriend is spending his days in endless phone calls and zoom meetings while I stay parked in the bedroom, not allowed to show my face. As a freelance journalist, I am used to staying at home. Unfortunately, I am facing my worst case of writer’s block and…
Day 1 of Isolation My relationship had always been pretty vanilla. The sex was always great, but we never really pushed any boundaries. It never felt lacking, but we were both busy people. Experimentation wasn’t really a priority. You could probably blame this on the boredom. Being at home together was great, but doing nothing…
She stuck her thumbs up. Both of them. For such small hands they suddenly seemed to be huge. Ah, the bum’s rush. Nothing like it. What he’d noticed first was her hair. Thick. Full-back length. Brown as her eyes. Except her eyes were blue. Shocking, bright aquamarine blue. That’s what you noticed first, if you…
Back in my twenties, I’d been selected by an older woman, Evelyn, out of the half dozen young guys clustered around her in the pool at the club. The three young women at the other end of the pool, visibly pissed at being abandoned by their admirers, were understandably baffled at how a plump, grandmotherly,…
I want him. I want him so much. He’s absolutely gorgeous. From the second I first laid eyes on him, I have fantasized about him. Imagined what his kiss would feel like, the sensation of his hand cupping my chin as he lowers his face to mine and presses his lips to my mouth. Imagined…
I stood in the doorway to our master bedroom, watching. Farah’s hands gripped the headboard so tightly. Framed by her curly, black hair, her face was grimaced. I knew she liked what was happening though. She was seriously enjoying being fucked hard by the man on top. No remorse for her. Her legs were wrapped…
Like everyone else these days, she sets aside special alone time for porn. Quality time spent buck naked, fueled with a snifter of cognac, dimmed lights and throbbing music to keep time with the rhythm of her slender fingers, tapping on the trackpad, navigating from image to image, or scrolling through a particularly long and…
Mr. Rungard was late. And he was the last parent-teacher conference meeting of Mrs. Mower’s marathon day. Bored tapping her nails on the desktop, she began to scrub off the equations, which were drying on the whiteboard. “Mrs. Mower?” Turning, she saw that the baritone voice came from a tall man wearing dark slacks, a startched…
‘Home James, and don’t spare the arses.’ James – Dave, her husband – knew the routine. It was their game. One they both loved to play. Get into the car, drive round the block, back into the house, that’s how it started. Every time they got into the car ‘It’s Yesterday Once More’ began to…