Quarter to midnight, and Stan wakes up at his office desk, computer paper stuck to his cheek, glued in place by drool and a sweaty five o’clock shadow. Tough life as an accountant during tax season. No time to nap on the job. Back to the grind for Stan.
Until a woman in a black trenchcoat and red high heels steps into his office.
Never mind she doesn’t have an appointment. Never mind the late night lonely blues at the office. Continue reading “Humpday Story: Late Night at the Office”
Most of my freshman year of college was lonely. I have no idea how I survived the first semester. Studying came naturally for me, and that’s mostly how I spent my time. I shut myself in the dorm room, turned on the radio for some noise, and hit the books. Got good grades. Didn’t meet any girls. Continue reading “Sunday Quickie: Studying for the Exam”
One night. That’s all Susan asked for. And thankfully, she got it on Tuesday night. One night of ordering Chinese and binge watching Xena. With her favorite blanket, a quiet apartment without a stupid ex-girlfriend, and a bottle of whiskey for later, Susan can’t ask for more.
But the General Tso arrives late. And the goth delivery girl invites herself in for some Xena episodes.
Definitely not the Tuesday night Susan planned. She sees only one way to kick the delivery girl out. Though maybe not for good. Continue reading “Humpday Story: So Much for Warrior Women”
Somewhere in Missouri, south of the Iowa border but still a hell of a long ways to Hannibal (my halfway point on this trip), I stopped at a highway rest stop. The kind that were common when I was a kid, when dad packed us all in the van and traveled all over America. Seems over the last few years, they’ve shut down these roadside parks. But here was one, beautiful as I remember them being, with tall shaggy trees and well tended grass, a clean bathroom and a friendly person behind a desk full of brochures and maps.
I just wanted to get out of the car and stretch my legs, get some fresh coffee, and go pee. And then stretch my legs some more while taking in a healthy dose of sunshine.
That’s when I saw her. Continue reading “Sunday Quickie: The Lost Beauty of the Rest Stop”
Millie Samson comes to work with a half-eaten blueberry muffin in one hand and a hot coffee stain on her opposite boob. A perfect way to start Monday, the first day back from vacation. First order of business: empty the inbox. Then do the quarterly reviews.
Until Rex Monahan, the dinosaur shapeshifter bossman, knocks on the door.
In the most upside-down corporate office, Millie does anything to get through the workday.
If you enjoy MFF and dinosaurs mixed with your paranormal workplace erotica, be sure to read What Happens in the Copy Room. Continue reading “Humpday Story: What Happens in the Copy Room”
I’m a night owl, and I’m a graphic designer by trade. Run my own company and do freelance work, that sort of thing. So I get out in the afternoon, buy a cup of joe at the local coffee shop, and then run errands before the sun goes down.
In the coffee line, every single time almost without fail, there’s always this stunning woman who comes in right after me. Cindy is her name. She wears business suits, the kind that make her look powerful and important. She prefers black or navy, and pinstripe.
On Friday, the suit was a pencil skirt black pinstripe, with no hose, and red five-inch pumps.
“Afternoon,” I said. Continue reading “Sunday Quickie: The Afternoon Coffee Run”
Kacy spends her afternoons staring out her front window, watching Josh the cute neighbor guy walk his pug. But as the summer heats up, she decides to put on her bikini and do a little gardening in her front yard.
Not the normal method to pick up guys, but a girl does what she has to do. Like give the guy little choice in the matter.
The night only began… Continue reading “Humpday Story: Gone to the Dogs”