Haitian Love Stories Ch. 06

"Deal, but you stay with me tonight." Holly's text that morning had been one short sentence, but it said a million things to Erica and I. Firstly, it meant I would be sleeping with another woman for the first time since we had got married. Not, to be clear, the first time I'd be having sex with another woman, but the first time I had stayed apart from Erica. Secondly, before that, I'd be fucking another co-worker, as part of their bargain to cover a shift. Also, for the first time, it would be a woman I liked, rather than one of Erica's friends, who would join us in the bedroom the next day. Erica admitted to being a little nervous - always before, the other women had been friends of hers, and although often they'd been apprehensive about being with another woman as it had a first for several of them, they'd been comfortable with Erica, which had eased their own worries. Holly was another matter. She didn't know Erica, indeed they'd only met ...

****So I've never really written in first person narrative, it can be really hard to do well, but I wanted to challenge myself and do something a little different. Let me know if you liked it, I hope you do. This is a BDSM-themed gay male story. Penny**** * "I met someone," Carrie tells me when I meet her for lunch. We're at a little cafe she likes that makes mini quiches and serves loose leaf tea in squat ceramic teapots. "Hmm?" I ask, I hadn't been paying attention and was kind of feeling bad about it, but my mind was elsewhere. "I met someone, like, you know." She raises one eyebrow. I liked her eyebrows, bushier than women usually kept them. Carrie was a tomboy like that. Down to earth. "I met a guy and, like, I dunno. He was cool, you know?" "Where?" I ask, trying to pay attention, but it's hard. "You'd like him," she announces instead of answering. Carrie and I shared the same womb, so it only ...

The soft whir of the air conditioning filled the silence within Jamie's car as he stared down at the screen of his phone. A text stared back at him, an invitation to another beach weekend with his friends that he would have to deny. Of the bunch, he was the "stiff", as they liked to call him. His frequent cancellations and regretful absences were chalked up to his job. While the others had three years of experience under their belts, Jamie was only just starting out at the bottom of the totem pole in the legal department for Stanford Construction. With a major promotion on the line and a major project graciously placed in his lap, he was forced to bail once more - hopefully for the last time. Stepping out of his hybrid, Jamie cursed himself for choosing a career that demanded formalwear. Under the blistering July heat, the slim gray suit felt more like a wool sweater. He envied the men in wife beaters and raggedy Levi's dragging cement and sheets of metal around the...

Years ago, I worked in a call centre for a scummy bank in Melbourne, where casual hookups between colleagues on a booze-fuelled Friday evening was common. I had an exciting experience with an NZ girl on one such occasion who's most striking characteristic was her inability to control her body odour. Anyhow, on a non-consecutive night out, my colleague, Adam, was talking to me about one of our fellow call centre workers, Lyndel. He had spent several months enjoying her shapely body, and had on multiple times, introduced a non-bank female for dirty threesomes. Adam was like my Sri Lankan mate Dion since he was good looking, confident and free-loving, which I lacked. Lyndel was dancing away and clearly under the influence, as we all were, but she was sexually suggestive with any males in her proximity. "She's had her eye on you for quite some time," Adam casually mentioned after pointing out some of Lyndel's more egregious dance floor behaviour. "Me?" I r...

Staying inside my Honda overnight, without knowing what Laurent was up to with my drunk fiancée, was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. I was up at first light, waiting for the text inviting me to return to my room. Finally, at almost 8am, Irene messaged me saying that the coast was clear, and I rushed back to my rented accommodation. To my relief, Irene was alone, and seemed to be none the worse for wear from her night out. She was lying on my bed, wearing just a silky babydoll and matching panties. As she sat up to kiss me, I noticed that she was also wearing a very feminine silk hair accessory in her long reddish hair. She winced with pain as she sat up, and immediately laid back on her side. I sat next to her and put my arm on her shoulder. "Are you okay, Irene?" I asked, nervously awaiting her answer. "I am sorry, baby," she said quietly, guilt written all over her face. "What happened last night?" I asked, once I realized that she was ...