"It's hot in here, baby!" I pull my hair up, off my neck. A quick glance in the mirror: flushed cheeks, tiny beads of sweat. You are propped up in bed, reading, but you pause to look at me and grin. "Nah...it's just me." And I must agree...you are scorchi...
Chelsea was late, the victim of a failed alarm clock and cab shortage. She silently cursed her tight skirt and heels as she flew through the lobby, skidding across the polished marble floor just in time to catch the elevator. Breathless, she jumped in, gl...
I sit before the small mirror, running a brush through mylong hair and dreaming about tomorrow night. Our holiday ball. Mother and Father have been planning it for months, and the neighborhood is all abuzz with talk. The invitations were sent a month ago,...
Evan was bored. Not just momentarily bored, but chronically and perpetually bored. As the president of his own company, he had met and surpassed his own personal life goals by the ripe old age of 45 and was now struggling with “what next?” He had everythi...
Melissa cracked her knuckles, rolled her head from side to side, and twisted around in her chair to pop her back. She was starting to get a little tired after hours of sitting in the same position, but the breeze from the nearby ocean and the sound of the...
It’s Halloween night, I’m dressed as a sexy dominatrix, and I have three married men sitting in my living room. Paul has just brought me to an orgasm with his tongue in the kitchen, then I gave him a hand job and he came on my tits in front of Will and Ma...
I step off the curb and look appraisingly at my house, trying to gauge the reaction that will come from the street. It’s the afternoon of October 31, and I have just put the finishing touches on my “haunted house.” The windows are boarded up, caution tape...
I tried to tell you how I feel, But the words just didn’t work.How can I express what you mean to me? If I were an artist, I’d paint you,With fine lines and bold color and great movementTo illustrate your physical grandeur. If I were a musician, I’d sing...
I’m strong. I’m a teacher, a coach, a mother. I run a classroom, a team, a household. I’m an athlete. I run marathons. So when I read stories about submissive women, Downcast eyes, murmuring agreement in response to their lovers’ demands, I’m angered by t...
We pull into the driveway and I breathe a sigh of relief. We’ve been away for two weeks…a wonderful Florida vacation to kick off the summer, but our eight hour drive home turned into eleven due to some ridiculous traffic in Atlanta, and I am completely ex...
I take a long, cold sip of my lemonade (spiked with vodka), wipe the beads of sweat from my forehead, and silently curse the previous owners of my new house for letting their garden go to hell. It is a brutally hot afternoon, but I am bound and determined...
Madeline, Britney and I are tearing up the town on this warm spring evening. We started our night at a hockey game, made a pitstop for a mini orgy in the back of a limousine, and now we’re headed to my favorite dance club, The Slammer. Not only is that a...
Friday night in the city. A coin toss decided the plan for tonight, and I’m excited. We’re headed to a hockey game, followed by some club hopping…the perfect way to meet guys. It’s Girls’ Night again…and my friends and I are ready with the triple threat....
John Henry Bartlett III laid back on his bunk and closed his eyes, exhausted after another long day at sea. It had been another stressful day, causing him to question once again why he had joined the Navy. The answer was simple: his family legacy. Father...
The National Education Convention is crowded, as usual, but I’m especially excited to be here this year. I love this town, and I’m looking forward to spending some time with a friend while I’m at the conference. I can hardly wait for that, but first I hav...
