"Grant meets his dream woman in the Liar’s Bar."
The bar door crashes open and the juke box music floods into the darkening street beyond. A weary Grant Oliver walks up to the bar stool, announces his arrival with the hard hitting helmet that crashes on the bar. His...
"Matt and Helen meet us for a fun time"
Every so often, while surfing the classifieds in an attempt to find people that want to share themselves with us, you find a couple that are truly outstanding. It would be fair to say we had a hard time finding...
"There’s nothing better than a chance meeting with a deviant woman."
It was the first time I laid eyes on her. It was in a pub and I was sitting on a high chair at a table drinking a pint of beer and waiting for my food. I first saw her at...
"Sex, subterfuge and politics make for strange bedfellows."
‘Damn it!’Trish scowled at the night. She was frustrated and couldn't sleep. Each time she closed her eyes that morning's fortuitous rendezvous with Heather replayed in steamy detail. Fingers, scents, and wet pussies. Lips, tastes, and tongues. Instead of relaxed...
"Elise and Andy meet us for a fun time."
Some people say that the past is the past – let it go. But there are some things in my past that I can’t forget. As soon as they start to get buried my mind brings them back to the...
"Melissa was watching and being watched!"
If you see a woman in the corner of a bar – coyly sitting atop a bar stool – watch her carefully. That’s what I did, and I must say, the rewards were awesome.I first clocked her while sitting on...
I walk the streetsNot for money, but a dream.I stand still, and stare, as your face emergesThrough the tiny gaps Between the falling rain.Not a day goes by andNot a night in my dreams.That I do not reach out to touch...
Like Autumn LeavesMy tears fall to the stoney ground.Your picture shivers in my hand And I find myself smiling,Awkwardly at first,But seconds later with reverie.My mind floods with memoriesOf times gone by,Of laughter and joy,And of those tender momentsThat remain hidden...
"One good turn does indeed deserve another. But where will it all lead?"
Every evening for the last year, Emily had walked through Emerson’s park at seven thirty on her way home. Every evening she felt cautious and wary of the ever increasing darkness that Autumn brings. It was either that or a...