Erotica

"TOUCHDOWN!!!" Jack stood and screamed in celebration with the packed crowd at the Rogers Centre.  The murmur in the crowd slowly increased as the last few seconds ticked down on the game clock. The announcer, apparently, felt the need to remind everyone, "Only ten seconds and the Argos will have won the 100th edition of the Grey Cup!" The crowd, mostly in blue jerseys and shirts, cheered and began to count down with the clock, "TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN!..." Jack stopped and lowered himself into his seat.  "Wait a sec," he whispered.  The scene around him froze as though he had clicked pause.  His mouth dropped open as his head scanned the other 50,000 people, frozen in silent celebration.  Most stood without faces he could [Read more...]

"I like New York in June! How about you?" The three figures on the couch joined Robin Williams on the TV with the next line. "I like a Gershwin tune! How about you?" The three roared in laughter as they snuggled together. The only light from the strobe like effect given off by the television. Clair stood and picked a plate off of the coffee table in front of them. She padded over to the kitchen. "Who wants more wine?" Both men raised their glasses and grunted in approval. She pulled one of the pizza boxes open and slipped a piece out onto her plate. Grabbing the bottle of red by the neck, she returned to the two naked men on the couch. "Here," she offered the bottle to Jake. Jake took it and finished the bottle by pouring a mouthful [Read more...]

Clair tapped her toe as she waited for the elevator. Quietly she hummed to herself and checked her watch. Glancing out the door, she saw Jack still in the building loading area watching her through the windows from the idling Navy Toyota Matrix. Snow had started to collect on the roof of the vehicle and cars crawled along the street out front through fresh powder. BING "About fucking time." She clutched her black bag against her black overcoat. Her red hair was down, but pulled forward over her right shoulder. The door slid open and her boot heels tapped on the tiles as she entered the cab. Tonight was a regular. Tom was a banker which, these days Clair figured was roughly the equivalent of a retail clerk. He called and asked for Clair [Read more...]

"Dammit!" Clair checked her watch as she waited in the elevator. The bell announced her ground floor arrival before releasing her to her apartment lobby. She wore a jean skirt halfway down her thigh, over white stockings. Her black boots came up past her knee. A black button down blouse on top. All covered by her, currently undone, black overcoat. With spring having only sprung the other day, the coat was still necessary. She buttoned it up as she approached the glass doors. An idling navy Toyota Matrix awaited her as she pushed through the door. More proof about need of the coat came from seeing the exhaust billowing out behind the vehicle, as well as her breath turning white in front of her. She slipped into the car, placing her large [Read more...]

"Where are we off too?" The man helped her into her black overcoat. He whispered in her ear as he smoothed the fabric on her shoulders, "I was thinking my place." Jazz drizzled from the speakers overhead as the other diners whispered to each other. The red walls were adorned with mahogany cabinets filled with wine bottles. "Sounds good." She smiled and brushed a strand of red hair out of her face and over her ear. He put his own black overcoat over his black suit. His white shirt and stripped double blue tie still showed from between the lapels. "Do you mind walking?" "You're close?" "Ten minutes, maybe fifteen if we take our time." "Nice evening walk on the first night of spring would be perfect." She took his arm and allowed him [Read more...]