I had always been interested in golf. I got an early start when my dad took me out to a par 3 course close to home. I couldn’t hit the ball very far, but I was hooked. What a wicked game. You try and try to do what you’re supposed to and you hardly ever manage, but when that one miracle shows up and you hit the ball exactly like you wanted to, it’s addicting. I couldn’t get away from it if I tried. There’s an old joke about the guy who got so mad at his play on the course that he threw his golf clubs into a lake…and…

“Stan? Honey. I need you to come down.” Dustan Mactore sat still on the stone ledge on the roof of his thirteen story apartment building watching the traffic pass by below. Everything looked so small from so high up, and his flat green eyes surveyed the tiny cars without really seeing them. “Please, baby. You’re scaring me. Please come down.” He hadn’t made the conscious decision to do it. His feet had carried him up the staircase as he’d walked in from work, and when he’d reached his floor, he’d just kept on going. He’d followed them all the way up until he reached the roof, and then he’d pushed…

Because Barry had three weeks, he was not going to stay just on the interstates, but was going to go whichever way the cars took him. After a few rides on I-10, a new Thunderbird slowed, then pulled onto the shoulder. Barry hurried to the car, tossing his backpack into the back seat. It wasn’t until he was getting into the car that he noticed the driver. She was several years older than he, maybe in her late 20’s or early 30’s. She smiled as Barry got into the car. “I don’t usually pick up hitch-hikers but you just looked different, safe,” she said, smiling. Barry thanked her, trying not…

Having lived the student lifestyle for a couple of years I knew what it was all about. Endless sessions of drinking, sex and occasional studying mixed with a perpetual need for cash. For myself nothing has really changed. I still go in for the regular drink and sex sessions, and I even have studying to do, whether out on the road or in the office I rarely get to see. Mary was one student who epitomised this lifetyle and practiced the drink and sex part as often as her budget would allow. However Mary was not a woman who accepted the Male student into her bed. She liked her man…

Snow is holy. It falls on the streets and the cars. It softens and obscures the hard edges of the buildings and falls on the shoppers hurrying about their business. It muffles the sounds of the traffic and slowly builds up in white mounds on the windowsills and fire escapes, covering everything with pure, soft white. Each flake is a jewel, perfect in its own right. They sparkle and gleam and cling to your coat like gems, and then are gone. Water needs the cold to bring out its real structure, and each snowflake owes its six-fold symmetry to the geometry of the water molecule. In snow we are seeing…

I saw him watching while I was shopping. He was like something out of a Ralph Lauren ad. He was gorgeous. While I was working my way through some dresses on a sales rack I felt a presence and there he was. He told me to buy the black dress. I smiled and said I agreed but wanted to try it on. I went to the dressing room and changed quickly and walked out to the full length mirror. He was still there. I felt sexy in the platform heels, black thigh-highs and the padded push-up bra that was enhancing my curves inside this gorgeous Betsy Alexander design. As I…

The sun was shining in the bedroom window, as Sue sat up on the edge of the bed. Her thoughts were wondering to what she had to get done before the stroll in the park with her boyfriend of seven months. She slowly stood up and walked into the master bathroom. She stood in front of the long mirror admiring her long slender soft body. “Oh you do look so sexy” she mumbled to herself before she turned to get the fresh linens out of the closet. After laying them on the table, she stepped inside the spacious tub. As she sat down in the tub, she reached up and…

I catch her staring at me a few times. She is trying to pretend she is just looking around but she blushes every time I meet her gaze. I’m used to women staring at me but she doesn’t strike me as the typical naive young girl, the kind I can seduce with only a smile. So her self-consciousness intrigues me. She wants something, this one. Whatever it is, she wants it badly but doesn’t know how to ask for it. Maybe it makes her feel ashamed? Maybe she doesn’t even know what she needs? I watch her take a sip of her martini. She is sitting at the other end…

Daisy sits on the toilet with a pregnancy test in her hand, reeling through her mind the events that have led up to this moment. At the moment she is not sure who the father is or how excited she should be. Tapping the side of her leg she looks up at her best friend and smiles. “So let’s work through it,” Mariette says looking down at her. “Who have you been with lately?” Daisy grins. “Are you sure this will help?” Mariette laughs, “I want to know all the juicy details.” “Well okay…” About four weeks ago I was with Tommy on the beach. We had spent the day…

As torrid as our love affair began, I wish I could say it all started on a stormy night. But that would be a lie. And lying is one thing I promised not to do in the telling of our tale. He was a soul singer at a dark seedy nightclub called Green Eyes on Darling Street. Olive skin with the blackest eyes that night can give; his voice was like rose petals strewn down the hall leading to the bed and placed all over the bed sheets. And I loved him at first sight. Nonsense, some would say, but I disagree. I think it was the half filled bottle…