After five minutes of arguing with Leo we had gotten nowhere, we were yelling in circles about trivial blights that we had done to each other over the years like the time he pushed me off a high diving board and almost drowned or the time I told on him for bringing our water gun…

I came in for breakfast the next day around ten. Fran was her usual self. “So, what is it for you today?? Omelet?? French toast?? Kick in the ass??” “I see you are your usual cheery self this morning. Hubby pee in your corn flakes??” Fran just smiled as she walked away. She came back…

*Author’s Note: I haven’t watched Netflix for quite a few years, but recently signed up for a 30-day free trial. I found a show I had no idea I’d enjoy, but it’s been quite good. It’s called 13 Reasons Why and tells the story of a 17-year old girl who took her own life via…

Jack had complimented his mum on her how she was dressing; she was now dressing much more casually but still smart; it made her look ten years younger. On Thursday night, mum suggested that after they had been to Dot’s that they should go out for dinner somewhere. Jack suggested the Italian restaurant, which was…

That was our last night at the Topkapi Palace. At the time, I thought it would be a few months, and then we should be back to normal; I could not have been more wrong. The morning following our night of passion, the Sultan marched south — on the Damascus road. We said a tearful…

“Check it out, you guys,” Kelsey said, holding up a Playboy magazine with the centerfold opened up. “We need to study these. Us girls want you to do this kind of stuff with us.” She had a box at her feet with two dozen Playboys from the ’70s, classics that she bought on eBay. Richie…

Melinda, or Mel, as her friends called her, is a mid-30s Italian girl who had lived in the same neighborhood for the past decade. She owned a modest home on a quiet street where she spent most of her time gardening and working out her tight, tan body. Most of her neighbors were older couples,…

Rachel is a young woman, 30, gay and single. She’s getting dressed to go out. She hasn’t been out in a few months, hasn’t really wanted to. She’s just been working, she said to herself, and really just hasn’t been feeling social, but tonight… tonight, she wants to have a drink and do some people-watching….

My name is Dena Raymond. I’m a tall, good-looking young Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. Life is okay for the most part. I attend Buffalo State, where I major in business. Just a young Black woman trying to make it in the big city, you know? Life hasn’t been a…

The only sounds in the room are his loud grunts and heavy breathing. That, and the springs of my bed, my bed board hitting the wall. My soft whimpers, soft crying and moaning are drown out by all of this. My eyes closed, I keep my face buried in the pillow in front of me….