He put his fork onto the empty dessert plate and handed her a small bundle of cloth. “Here,” he said, “put this on.” “What’s this?” she asked, looking down at the red fabric, noticing the subtle pattern worked into it. She shook it out, and it spilled ove...
This story follows on from "Falling Water." You can read it as a stand-alone, but you'll get a little more background if you read that story first. Jordan came out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips. Rachel could see that he had dried his torso,...
“Oh, that feels so good.” “Mmmm, for me too.” “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this, but I’m so glad I did. I’ve read about people fucking at work, but never tried it. I never –ah!—dared.” “There are always people at my work, or I’d have suggested...
I’m awake. It feels good to stretch and roll over. Ahhh… it's Sunday. No need to get up until I feel like it. She’s breathing softly and steadily, still asleep. Snuggle closer; she’s lying on her back. I like cuddling with her, even when she’s asleep. Eve...
"I swear, if I have to look at one more paper on pedagogy, I'm going to take an axe to my computer," Sara thought to herself. "Or Professor Carson. Or both." She looked at the passage again. "Deriving from the Derridian concept (or non-concept), dissemi...
Susan's hand wraps about me;Moves me just the way she likes.Covers me in slippery lube;To keep her grip, she holds me tight.Rubs me on her wanting flesh;Knows I'll give her what she needs.Anytime she wants, she has me.Her desire's hunger feedsOn what I ha...
Rachel Jordan snarled to herself as the skies opened and soaked her to the skin within seconds, her second-best suit providing virtually no protection from the downpour. "Great," she muttered to herself, head down against the rain as she hurried the final...
