Tag: Straight

It is Time

It would be her first time.

She had been ready for some time now. But he wanted her to be sure. Earlier on, she saw his delay as a gesture of gallantry. But as time wore on, she saw his delays as annoying. Sometimes she wondered if it might even be selfishness. She didn’t like to think about it this way. But she was ready, she was sure, and it will be today. If not him, she would attach herself to anyone willing. “Yes that’s what I’ll do,” she said to herself, though it whispered softly. But a certain sense of nausea hit her when she contemplated that she may never know the name of the man who would be her first.

Her bathrobe fell to the floor, and she gazed at the mirror, observing herself naked. She was pretty with dark, long flowing hair. Her breasts were not huge, but they were perky had distinctive shape. Her nipples were a deep pink, and came to a rigid point when they were touched. She touched them one by one, and she smiled as they hardened. Read more »

I kissed a girl for the first time and oh my god. [F]

Ali messaged me out of the blue. It was one of those messages you get when your Facebook status suddenly becomes "Single".

She asked me if I was still planning to go to Australia to be with my boyfriend. I honestly wasn't sure. We'd been having problems, and Seattle seemed to be full of job offers and romantic opportunities – I questioned the wisdom of walking away from it all for a man who was giving me trouble.

I asked if she wanted the whole stupid story, and she said to meet her at the bar in a half hour. It's awesome when people do that – no "I have to work tomorrow" bs, no "Let's schedge a lunch for next weekend" and then reschedule three more times. Just "see you in 30".

We laughed together like I haven't laughed in months. She told me about a man she was seeing recently, long distance, in Portland. "So he's not handsome," I said, "He's not nice, he's not good in bed… what are you doing?" She exploded in laughter. "I have no idea!" Read more »

The Passing Storm

The weather had gone from maddeningly hot to severe storms in less than an hour.

It was no doubt summer now, Alice thought as she poured her third glass of Merlot. The electricity had gone out just moments before, but Cliff had been well-prepared with candles and flashlights. He was actually from the south, he knew the seasons whereas Alice, being from Northern California, knew rain, and then drizzling. Thunder was completely foreign to her, and lightning was rare up there.

"Feeling cozy yet?" Cliff asked dryly, crossing the living room to close the blinds of their sliding doors.

"Don't shut them. I like to watch." She took a deep swallow of the warm, bitter wine. Her blood felt warmed and her mind swam comfortably. It was custom for Alice to start drinking after one of their arguments.

Cliff left the blinds open, returning to the kitchen to light more candles stoically. Alice wasn't used to a man like this; Cliff was a very hardened man emotionally, but passionate. All her life Alice had been handed everything by every man. She was unquestionably a lovely creature: honeyed hair, evergreen eyes, and she was young. Only twenty years, while most of the men that preferred her were in their thirties, even late thirties. Cliff was only twenty-nine, maybe the youngest she'd been with since she was seventeen, and he'd been a challenge. Read more »

Beyond the Garden

Every Monday and Thursday I drive an hour from my home to work in the garden of my wealthy employer, a handsome adman in his early thirties. For business-purposes I'll just call him Addison. Addison employed me sometime last spring when we met through a professor of one of my classes. I'm 21 and still in school and have a pretty tight schedule, which Addison offered to work around, while promising a pretty penny for my gardening skills.

Since then I've developed somewhat of an infatuation for Addison. Late at night when I'm showering for bed, or lying on the couch downing a glass of cheap red wine, my thoughts often drift to unrealistic fantasies of him having his way with me, hidden in his hydrangeas. My dreams, I know, will never be anything more than dreams, and not just because Addison is happily married. Still, I can't help blushing when I'm pruning his rose bushes and he walks past me, lightly touching my shoulder and thanking me for my "talents" with his garden. He's a very kind man, and very business. Addison rarely wears anything but crisp suits and never has more than a 5 o'clock shadow grazing his firm jaw, though always with a cigarette or, in the evenings, a cigar. Read more »