The brightness of white On skin sun-kissed and tan Such a contrast Draws the eyes of this man The fit so tight Not to mention so small She stood at the sink Her back to me while She brushed her teeth In the mirror on the wall Sexily bunched between her cheeks The cotton playfully peeks My manhood grew harder Each second that passed As her toothbrush caused A shake of her ass Three minutes of care For her smile so bright M...

I’ve lusted for months Desire with no end Her husband though Was my best friend I wanted so much But had to pretend We worked together Passing in the hall Lunch in the break room The talk always small At night I would stroke And think of her smile So much seed spilled And desire wasted I had to know Just how she tasted In the break room again One Thursday at lunch She smiled so sweet Her hair in a bunch Her eyes fixed on...

I never expected to see her. It was only by chance that we met. Doing my weekly grocery shopping at Walmart, I turned a corner and there she was. At first, I hardly recognized her. At fifty-one, she still looked good. Her brown hair was heavily streaked with grey now and her body was thicker than the sixteen-year-old girl that I remembered from those days of our youth. Thinking back as we chatted, I could still remember t...

His strokes were smooth and fluid, the colors, more vibrant than any he had ever seen. Amazed at the canvas before him, Terry could see life in his painting. There was no muse. He had no model. The woman on the work, though only pigments in oil brushed onto a framed canvas, seemed to stare into his soul. She seemed so real to him. Shaking his head from the mesmerizing image, he turned his attention to his palate, the pool...

Hair so long And lips so soft Mouth so sweet Filled with moist heat Taking me in With loving kisses I was still soft My lover’s tongue swirled In and out Licking licking Softly sucking Wetting my shaft Tickling my ass We shared a laugh Deeper and deeper As my erection grew Almost gagging This was nothing new An experienced cock sucker Not to mention great fucker There was no quitting Not one for spitting Swallow it all Do...

Sometimes I love my job. No really, sometimes I absolutely love my job. It’s days like yesterday that put it over the top. I mean I’ve always been a perfectionist as far as work. Sometimes you just have to be ready for anything. My problem was, sometimes I not only anticipated problems but, like yesterday, I looked forward to them. I mean, you had to be ready for anything. Having worked for Terry Mathews for only two week...

Mid-morning on a Saturday. Normally I don't work weekends but this was rushed. If we could close this deal by Monday it would mean millions. I had taken to working from home, letting my attorneys and managers take care of the business that normally I would have. It had been like this since the accident. Only nine-thirty, the fog still lingered on the lake below. I stood at the bay window, sipping a coffee as the three law...

Another balmy August night. My wife, Kristy, and I made it home to find the air-conditioning was out. We had been to a company party for a guy that was retiring. I didn’t even know him, but there was always free beer and food. Damn, if it wasn’t hot. “Fuck this,” I growled, “Come on. Let’s grab a motel room for the night.” Kristy didn’t argue. She was in the car before I was. Ten minutes later, I had a room key and we wer...

Mr. Sawyers was the first man that I cheated with. I wasn't out looking for someone. He just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I had just confirmed that my husband was cheating on me and probably had been for three years. The private detective that I hired gave me a portfolio of pictures and phone recordings. Yeah, I had him do it right, if not legally. I had copies of emails and texts. Photos of my hus...

He wanted my attention. He’s like that sometimes, when we’re alone. Hell, who am I kidding? He is horny every time we are alone. That's fine, I really don't mind. He has been reliable and never once let me down. He gets hard so fast and stays that way. I love the way his veins bulge from the skin of his shaft when he is erect. I mean the big one on top always does but when it’s hard, they all show up. Not only the veins b...

The tow truck drove away hauling my BMW M8 on its back. The passenger fender folded down on the front tire during the collision. Those big Mercedes SUVs are hard. It was my fault, really. My mind was on a cheating husband and the thought that he had grown bored with me. My emotions were at full tilt and had been since I discovered the truth. The officer handed my information to me and asked if I would need a ride home. Sh...

She walked to my car, leaning at the driver's side window, “Wanna party?” “I’ve got forty,” I replied, showing her the two bills, “What’ll that get me.” She took my money and trotted to the passenger side. I pushed the button to unlock the door just as she pulled the handle, “What do you want?” She asked, slamming the door. I looked at her skinny legs and toothy smile. Her lips were coated in the brightest red lipstick I’...

Friday. The train was packed this morning. No seats as usual but I was near a door so when I got to my stop, it would be easy to get out. For now, though, we were like sardines in a can. At least there were no bums on this train, mostly secretaries like me and business suites, and always the same faces and colognes. It was him again. That tall dark haired guy with the glasses. I figured him for a lawyer, always carrying t...

Holding up the blouse, I turned to my oldest daughter as she was looking through a stack of jeans. “What do you think, Lacey?” I asked, “This one or the peach one?” Lacey looked over with a shake of her head, “The peach, Mom. That one makes your hair look blue,” she said with a playful smirk. I laughed and hung it back on the rack. Lacey was fourteen but loved to shop with me. My youngest, Brianna, or, “Sissy,” was sittin...

I couldn’t believe it had been a year. Time for Christmas shopping with the wife and parties with friends. Normally, I hate shopping and am pretty much indifferent to parties. Not this year. I couldn't wait until Saturday. After last year, I had much to hope for. Tena, my wife’s niece, hosted the family party last year. The day, as you may recall, turned out very well for me. Normally, I despise these things. So many redn...