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There's an old proverb that says 'don't shit where you eat'. Most people extend that to situations with neighbors that become somewhat more than friendly. Even when all the relevant parties are single, too many things can go wrong with no way for anyone to fully remove themselves from the situation. Then again, another proverb goes along the lines of 'when ya gotta go, ya gotta go', even if you're someplace you might eat.... The one-year anniversary of Dexter's divorce from Ashley was barreling towards him. It had been a difficult year, with some healing, some lingering scars, but mostly just licking his wounds. He had kept the house and the dog, and so by most accountings, had come out pretty far ahead, except that Ashley had the other man. No kids, but nearly a decade gone. Dexter made the decision to move back into dating, and definitely sex, slowly and deliberately. Part of his healing had been to learn that he could live alone, a fact that he knew w...

This started one Saturday evening when I got a call from my friend Dan. He had been in the pub for a few hours before he called me. He had gone to watch the football, with his friend from work. After the game had finished his friend had gone home, but Dan wanted to carry on drinking. This is why he gave me a call. Dan and I had been friends since school. We were not that close while at school, but after uni we saw a bit more of each other and became good friends. Well, good drinking buddies. A lot of our other friends were married and not allowed to go out drinking, so we would often meet up for beers. We were both 28 years old now, I guess, thats why a lot of our friends were married, although Dan was also married, he always had time to go out for beers. He had Married Vicki when he was 24, Vicki was only 19 when they married. I always thought that they were both too young to get married, but they seemed so much in love that they both felt that it was right. As I mentioned earl...

It was a great day at the lake. My friends were out on the boat. While, I was in my bathing suit laid back in a lounge chair eyes closed enjoying the sun. A shadow fell over me and I assumed a cloud had blocked the warm rays. Then, I smelled coconut as I felt a warm gliding sensation across my shoulder. Startled, I spun around in my chair to find Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome holding some tanning lotion and smiling a sexy, devilish grin.  "You looked like you needed some lotion. I thought I would help you out. You wouldn't want to burn, would you? It is hot as hell out here," he explained with a gleam in his eye. "Why don't you relax and let me finish the job?" Now, maybe it was too much sun or one too many margaritas, but what the hell- it sounded good to me. I laid back down, this time on my stomach and waited to see if this was real or if it was a crazy dream.  Again, the aroma of coconut swirled in the warm, humid air and I felt his large, powerful ha...