“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.” ― Oscar Wilde Ted felt a surreal calm settle over him as he made the short walk to the deli. The shock of Becca's appearance and the torrid sex they had just shared in the garage left him feeling as if he were having an out of body experience. Now, even the simple act of making his way to get his breakfast seemed to be strangely incongruous. He ordered...

“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.” ― Oscar Wilde Ted grimaced as a grey SUV followed its blinker into the lane ahead. “Son of a bitch!” he muttered as he glanced into his side-view mirror. He'd had at least a quarter mile of open pavement ahead of him and now he had to cut into the right lane to pass the slower vehicle. The engine's soft purr became a roar as he punched the throttle. Th...

Alicia and I had only been together for a few weeks, just long enough for us to be confident in our feelings for one another. Even in public, I could barely keep my hands off of her, and Alicia delighted in teasing me when I was least able to take advantage of her slim and inviting figure. This became a game between us, and she took every opportunity to drive me crazy with subtle touches and playful innuendos. It was a Sa...

“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.” ― Oscar Wilde Ted closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief as the chaos of the outside world was replaced by the engineered comfort of his luxury sedan. 'Ah, peace and quiet,' he thought as he settled into the buttery softness of the leather upholstery. This was why he had spent such a ridiculous amount of money on a high-end import. The need to s...

“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.” ― Oscar Wilde 'Rebecca Weiss is a seventeen-year-old junior at Rosemont High School. She was referred to me by Principal Burton for consultation regarding potentially inappropriate and unsafe sexual activities allegedly committed on school property.' 'The initial report, filed by Mrs. Elaine Matthews, who claims to have witnessed the act, states that s...

When I saw James that day, he was feeling more upbeat then he was when last we were together. He was slowly coming to grips with the reality of his divorce, and he surprised me by focusing his concern on how he let himself loose upon me. He was so unsure of himself and of his feelings at the time, and was actually worried that I might have felt used by his aggression. How very like him. He gave me one of the most incredib...

Every fiber of my being stands on edge, leaving me floating through the livingroom as I light the candles. Thoughts of my husband brought me to this deliciously heightened state of arousal. The things I am about to do go beyond the mere sensuality of love making. They are the kind of dirty, naughty thoughts a woman usually doesn't share outside the confines of her boudoir. For twelve, wonderful years, my husband has made...

I was sixteen when my father married Jessica's mom. She was only twelve at the time and wasn't much more than an annoying addition to our household as far as I was concerned. She was a shy child, and I was reaching the age where I was out of the house most of the time, so we barely spoke those first few years. If someone told me then that she would grow into the woman I loved and married, I would have laughed in their fac...

Pink light pushed against the white cafè curtains of the frame farmhouse. Through the windows, the dark-haired girl was visible as she entered the little kitchen. A modern, sleek coffee maker, out of time with the rest of the appliances, stood on the counter beside the ancient stove. Coffee grounds were scoped from a plastic bin and poured into the white crinkled filter. Trickle of coffee into the pot, while the girl reac...

Chapter 3   "You really are unbelievable. Well, let me tell you something, Erin, or whatever the hell your name really is, this shit ends today. I'm in a relationship. One that I don't intend to fuck up, and there's no place in it for you, you got that? You need to go find another playmate and leave me the hell alone." It felt good finally to lay it out for her, but if I thought a forceful rejection might break her confid...

Dust particles floated in the sunbeam that cascaded through the small window. “Terry’s Cleaning” stretched with the dark blue shirt as the wearer stooped and shifted boxes that had sat undisturbed for decades, transferring them down small stairs that protested under the use. At the bottom of the stairs, a dark haired girl opened them. Some of the dusty boxes went to a large room to await further judgement, and some out by...

My night with that crazy brunet had been a dizzying experience to be sure. Like most guys, I'd had my share of one-night stands, but I'd never met a woman like her before. As the next few weeks passed, I kept searching for this apparition of a woman, but after that night, she was nowhere to be found. I could only assume that she got what she was after and decided to move on. I did ask around the complex though, but none o...

I was at the community center of my condominium complex when I saw her that night. That same dark haired woman who had been haunting me for the last few weeks was back again! She'd been playing a game of cat and mouse with me, watching me, and giving me that same tantalizingly sexy smile from a distance away, only to round a corner or step into a shadow every time I tried to approach her. I followed her many times, but sh...

I didn't realize how much my life was changing until it was almost too late. The transition was slow as I moved from the life of a carefree twenty-something to being a more responsible, middle aged husband and father.As the years crept by, the youthful exuberance my wife and I once shared slowly gave way to the repetitive boredom of everyday life. Maybe that’s what they call getting old. Then again, maybe it’s just the on...

I feel you lying wakefullyIn the Midnight Hour’s stead.Your body curled up next to mine,As we rest upon our bed. I feel you purring like a kitten,I hear your dreamy sigh.I feel your breasts upon my skin,With your hand upon my thigh. You know how much I love you,Of that, I have no doubt.But do you ever wonder,What brought my love about? Have you lain awake and pondered?What makes me love you so?What lovely magic you posses...