Like everyone else these days, she sets aside special alone time for porn. Quality time spent buck naked, fueled with a snifter of cognac, dimmed lights and throbbing music to keep time with the rhythm of her slender fingers, tapping on the trackpad, navigating from image to image, or scrolling through a particularly long and…
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK! I turn on the doorbell camera and see it’s Katie. I run to the front door and open it to let her in. “Hey girlie, what are you doing here?” I ask both excited and confused to see her. “I know you hate bad weather and you’re home alone, so I thought…
Julian picked up the box of Tampons I had bought. “Unscented”, he smirked, and then added, “Well not for long.” So very easy for him to press this white-hot button. And so typically callous. I was finally through with him. However, the holiday season gave me an excuse to invite him out for a forgiveness…
He had spent the previous 50 minutes focused intently on his 4:30 patient, the last of his day. She was a recently divorced local socialite, quite attractive in a far more made up way than he preferred. They had been working together for nearly a year to disentangle her from a miserable marriage that fortunately…
She put away her cell phone, feeling warmly towards her wonderful handsome husband as his concerned words echoed in her head. He knew her so well after ten years of marriage since they met and courted at college. It was a natural match between the quarterback of the football team and the head cheerleader, universally…
This was never going to work. The wedding was just six months away and we hadn’t accomplished anything yet. Okay, I know that isn’t exactly true, but it still felt that way. And at the moment, feeling trumped logic. Sure, we set up our website. We registered for gifts. We sent out the invites. (Which were beautiful,…
Mr. Rungard was late. And he was the last parent-teacher conference meeting of Mrs. Mower’s marathon day. Bored tapping her nails on the desktop, she began to scrub off the equations, which were drying on the whiteboard. “Mrs. Mower?” Turning, she saw that the baritone voice came from a tall man wearing dark slacks, a startched…
12:11 a.m. She awoke to her television casting gray pictures on the wall of her small bedroom. Before turning it off and rolling over, she sat up in her bed and glanced out of the window. An overhead light was on in the apartment across a deep alley and a floor down from hers. She…
Two days had passed since Cece arrived on the boat. Bruce had been able to read her body and feel her needs without even knowing her. For the two days that Captain Bruce explored her from head to toe, she had let herself go into a trance like state. Anything outside of the pleasure that…
She always dallied provocatively to tease him while she was half-dressed, a flirty game to encourage him to ogle her scantily clad figure and feed her need for his unflagging adoration. Often it devolved into removing just enough of the lacy lingerie to indulge themselves one last time before leaving the house for a social…