Afternoon Delight

Delilah paced around her flat, waiting for her lover to arrive. It was with something between delicious anticipation and irritable skin crawling frustration that she surveyed the antique clock over the mantlepiece. It was a quarter past two and he wasn’t due until three. He was incredibly eager, which Delilah… Read more“Afternoon Delight”

After Bar

Bartending was a rough gig. The first part of the night you’re smooth and funny. You pour a few weird cocktails for women who “don’t like to drink,” and you make funny eye contact with their boyfriends who are going to fuck them savage in four or five hours. By… Read more“After Bar”