I frowned upon finding the chair taken — my chair, the leather highback I occupied every day at noon in a particularly secluded bookstore nook. What she was reading captivated her, so she didn’t notice my presence until I sat in the much-less-comfortable,...
He stepped into the café just as I finished my meal. It was a little before three on a Wednesday afternoon, so there were only a few other customers besides us. I'd worked through my lunch break due to an unexpected mini-crisis at the office. By the time...
I wake spurting, desperately clinging to dissipating visions of her pillowy breasts sandwiching my cock. Last night she’d approached me at the bar. Helen. The seam of her clingy leggings disappeared between her southern orbs, saying, “Fuck you,” to those...
