My Girl

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My Girl

The air conditioner is humming so loudly in the window I almost didn't hear the knock on the door. It's been so unrealistically hot for this time of the year that I was able to coerce the landlord into putting in the ancient machine. Living in the attic of an old house that's been converted into student apartments means that I'm never too cold in the winter, but the end of spring term can't come fast enough.

The Letter

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Note: Special thanks to The Expert for information I wouldn't otherwise have found. This story is the sequel, of sorts, to The Panties.

The Letter

Hey my baby,

First, I hope all is okay with you and work is going alright. I know things are difficult there right now. Chin up, I’ll be back in a few months, and things will get easier. I’m missing you too, can’t wait to crawl into our bed and next to that luscious body of yours.

Panties

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Panties

The day had been hotter than hell; the kind of day I love. I spent the afternoon at the pool, soaking up the burning rays of the sun so now, walking in the house, I smell like coconut suntan oil and chlorine. I wish they made a perfume combining these two smells.  I go into the kitchen and over to the fridge, grabbing a couple bottles of beer. I open one immediately, taking several mouthfuls before I finally lower the bottle and continue on to the bathroom for a shower.  If it weren’t for having to get the chlorine out of my hair, I wouldn’t bother with a shower at all.

I begin to strip as I walk through the house, pulling the soft white cotton shirt over my head.  I throw my towels and shirt in the hamper in the bathroom and turn the shower on before peeling off my swimsuit.  I hang the suit up for now; I’ll rinse it later. I take a few more swigs of beer. I’m not much of a beer drinker; normally, I only drink it during the summer at block parties and cookouts. But after an afternoon at the pool and what I have planned for later, one or two beers are perfect.

Black Stockings

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Black Stockings

She heard him unlock the door to her apartment. She’d dropped off her key that afternoon, telling him to stop by after ten. This was not his first time at her place, but they'd never talked about exchanging keys, much less offer one. It was a new development, one to be taken slowly.

They'd met a few months ago through friends. Neither were looking for a relationship or a change in relationship status, but there was no denying they clicked. They met for conversation and sex, brilliant and erotic, always varied and, more often than not, a test to their stamina.

Switch

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Switch

We’ve been talking about this for weeks, about the switch. I know what you want to do, what you want me to do. I never agreed or declined the request, but I’ve been thinking and planning; and while I’ve been doing that, I’ve also been fantasizing about what it would be like to be the one in control for once, to take charge and have you willingly submit to me.

A Night to Celebrate

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A Night to Celebrate

The sweat is dripping off my chin as we finish up the last song in the set. The five of us thrash out the last few measures of our newest song when the audience starts screaming. We finish big - Dan pounds on the drums while I let out one last wail on my guitar. I raise my head and look around, my eyes scanning the huge crowd that had come out to hear us tonight. Danni is usually up front, away from the blaring speakers but always close. Tonight I’m scanning the edges of the crowd for her.

The Ride

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The Ride

We’re going out for a ride on your bike. You’ve been threatening me for weeks with a ride on your Harley. I know what a Harley is, of course, and you told me about your ’93 Wide Glide. I’ve no clue what it looks like. I’m sure it’s nice. I’ve put this off for as long as possible, given you every excuse I could think of, but the day has finally come, wrapped in sunny skies and a cool breeze.