"Dan gets a surprise in one of London's bar"
“Dude, can’t we just open a bottle of Glenfiddich and chill at your place?” I asked my best friend as I slumped on his couch and kicked my shoes off. He continues to totally ignore me and sorts out an...
Todd was on a business trip to a small town in the Midwest. He had been there several days and was scheduled to leave the next afternoon. Since his business dealings were completed, he decided to go out and sample...
"Thank You JWren for taking the time to edit my story and art work."
Another Friday night; trapped within the same four walls, sitting on the couch watching TV. One thing was certain: the longer I sat there, the older I got. Life was passing me by. Enough is enough.It had been a year...
"Kat is horny and goes to her favorite club in search of..."
10pm Friday night and I was at the Link. My fake ID secured my drink; twenty became twenty-one easily. I was horny, and this was the place to satisfy my needs. My heels, booty shorts and a braless crop-top should...
"A guy walks in to a bar..."
"Fuck," I thought to myself and weighed the option of going back to my room and raiding the mini bar. The hotel bar was hosting a beach themed party. Complete with sand, fake palm trees, hammocks, and pink flamingos hanging...
"When Brian's life starts going down hill, he finds something better."
The rhythmic bumping on the wall between his room and his roommate's had forced him out into the living room. It was no better out here, he turned the volume on the game console up. But it did nothing to...
"This wasn't how she thought her evening would end..."
This was not what she intended at all when she walked into the Yale Street pub. She’d meant to have a soothing after work shot or two of Drambuie, call it good, and head home. Not this. Certainly not this....
"The Phantom meets Wanderlust"
Just shy of three hours later I pulled into driveway of the large hotel chain and stopped in the valet parking space. I waved off the bellman and opted to carry my own luggage inside and less that fifteen minutes...
"Do I own the boots or do they own me?"
October 2012. Zipping up the cool leather boots to within an inch of my knee always sent a delicious shiver racing up my spine. It wasn’t just the temperature of the soft material against my bare flesh, it was what...
