Sinful Small Stories

  I smiled at the customer and wished him a pleasant weekend as he turned for the door. It’s funny, really, how easily I fall into the service mode when I need to… and even more funny that it makes me feel so good when I can make someone else genuinely smile. That smile was still on my face when I turned around to see my colleague standing there, looking amused. “You know that he is a grumpy motherf*cker, that guy?” he said. “What on earth did you do to make him look so damn happy when he left - and especially so since the tab was pretty hefty..!”  I laughed and tilted my head. “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t he be happy? It’s Friday, isn’t it?!” “Oh yeah, sure… and it didn’t have anything to do with the nice view of your behind when you bent over to pick up the receipt for him.” he blinked. “That probably was the highlight of his day..!” I giggle and wiggle my behind “What, THIS ol’ thing..? Nah - it was probably the blowjob I gave him after he dropped off the car key.” His e...

  The platform is not very crowded, I guess that this freaking virus has scared a lot of people from traveling, but I’d much prefer the train to an airplane. Just like everybody else, I sit scrolling idly on my mobile while waiting for the train to arrive. I know the trains usually are on time these days, but with my luck there was apparently some problem with the signals on the line going north and the train that was supposed to have left fifteen minutes ago still hasn't arrived at the platform. I put my phone down and stretch my arms over my head, leaning first to the left and then the right. I can feel rather than hear that cracking sound in my spine that tells me I’ve been sitting too long with the screen before me. I’m not going to lie, I have a tendency to get a bit lost in time when I scroll through all those social media… and I’m not even a child of the digital era.  I twine my fingers behind my head and stretch out and that’s when I notice the young man standing a cou...

  You know, there are friends who are both near & dear confidantes - and who you still would like to have mindblowing sex with..! That’s the way I feel for this particular friend of mine, but obviously that thing about the sex will have to stay in my slightly perverted brain… and that’s okay, because she is a really marvellous friend.  We’ve made plans to meet at a bar in this town we both happen to visit at the same time on work related occations - what are the odds? We’ve been spending the days on separate conferences, but since neither have anything planned for the evening we are meeting up in a bar located smack in between our respective hotels. The good thing about visiting a larger town is that it’s usually quite easy to get a ride with either taxi or bus… meaning we can actually talk over a drink or two.  It’s half past six and the grey day has transformed into a grey evening. I enter the bar and look around. Someone waving from a table at the far end catches m...

  I admit, there is no way around it: I am greedy. I got a taste of something real good - and I wanted more. I wanted more and I wanted it as soon as possible… so I might have sent him a text, inquiring whether he might want to hang out for just a little bit more. You know, have a cup of coffee or maybe an ice cream? That’s what people do, isn’t it? I mean - it IS summer after all… but yes - you are right. It’s all an excuse. My real reason is that I just want to be near him a little bit more. I won’t do anything, oh no, I just want to… want… okay, I want to rip his clothes off and do all kind of naughty things to him - but it probably isn't in the cards and besides I’ve not planned for this (this is God’s honest truth and you know it) so I haven’t even shaven my legs and let’s not even mention the private parts. Nowadays that actually IS a pretty good indicator of what kind of plans a person has and if there is any indecency involved. See? Innocent as a bride. Sort of, anyway....

  There are some individuals in your life that will always have a shortcut to the person you are deep inside; that person you used to be before you grew up and acquired that polish, the hard layer that covers who you once were. For me it’s this guy who I went to school with for two years like a thousand years ago - we were real good friends back then… friends with quite a lot of sexual tension. The years have gone and we haven’t had a lot of contact, but also never quite lost track of each other.  It’s the day after my birthday and I’ve decided to take a weekend off from my regular life - I have a whole long weekend ahead of me in the capital and I’m going to stay at a hotel (oh, I just LOVE staying at a hotel - it makes everything feel a little bit more luxurious… and yes, I am fully aware that I probably wouldn’t say the same thing if I was a traveling salesman, but I’m not.) There are three, almost four long days stretching in front of me and I look forward to just doing wh...