“Remember that night?” “What night was that?” “That first night we made love, over the phone.” She smiled, looking over the top of her almost-empty wine glass. “Oh, I remember it vividly, babe.” Lauren closed her eyes for only a moment, recalling every second of that night in an instant. She and Jason had been talking by phone for weeks and had on more than one occasion discussed phone sex. They finally agreed on a date n...

The instructions were simple: Stand nude with your back against the wall, your feet spread shoulder-width apart. Close your eyes and hear only my voice. Follow my commands. You stood. You listened. Your hands were mine. I touched you. I touched all of you. You trembled, sighed, and moaned. Your legs shook. You cried out in pleasure. You cried, joyous in us. We’d finally made love without a touch. We smiled into sleep that...

Their first meeting loomed five days away. The sexual tension would be hot. She wanted it white-hot. She sat before the full-length mirror beside her bed. A beautiful lady faced her clad in black matching lingerie. Long legs spread just enough to tease. Perfect breasts peaked above the cups just enough to entice. This should do the trick, she thought. With that she snapped a single photo on her phone. Without missing a be...

Four-thirty on the dot, Jason Warren’s phone rang. “There’s a Miss Lauren Rapino here for her 4:30 appointment, Mr. Warren.” “I’ll be right there, Susan.” Jason donned his sport jacket and headed for the lobby. Lauren sat on the far side of the open space. Legs crossed at the ankles and turned slightly to her left, she studied her iPhone intently. As Jason approached, Lauren looked up and smiled a smile unlike one from on...

Conversation turned to teasing. Teasing to seduction. Seduction to pure, unadulterated lust. They sat in a corner booth, his leg against hers. Every suggestive word was accompanied by fingertips walking up her thigh, pushing her sundress higher. She squirmed with each step, her breathing shallow and uneven. When he touched her, she shivered noticeably. “You’re wet,” he whispered. She didn’t verbally respond. Taking his ha...

“I’m here.” Her text appeared on my phone the second I took it off airplane mode. My day had dragged. The more I wanted it to move along, the slower it seemed to go. Traveling from the West Coast, my only thought was getting to her. I’d rented a condo on the beach for a long weekend getaway, just the two of us away from the demands of work and family. My lone request -- confirmed on booking -- was a top-floor unit with a...

Camille’s hips swiveled seductively on the rubber shaft that impaled her. I couldn’t help but be reminded of the mesmerizing movements of an accomplished belly dancer. But Camille was essentially nude. And there was that toy. And there were groans. This was no dance. It was hypnotism. Her eyes never left mine as she looked over her shoulder. With her gyrations beckoning, she began leaning forward. In moments her torso lay...

You turn and walk only a couple steps toward the open window. Watching you walk makes me twitch again. A glance over your shoulder makes sure I haven’t moved. I haven’t. You reach back and unzip your dress, pull it off your shoulders, and allow it to fall off your body into a puddle around your feet. Stepping out of it, only stockings, bra, and heels are left adorning your body. Fucking gorgeous. Fucking stunning. There’s...

The door clicks as the key slides into the security slot. I push it open and usher you inside the suite, dimly lit by the city lights and the full moon reflecting off the still-fresh blanket of snow that blankets the city. The drapes stand fully open, allowing a soft, bluish cast to settle around us. Your hand gripping mine, I use it as leverage to turn you and pull you to me as the door closes with a deep thud. Just us n...

It had been a long day for both of us. As we both pulled into the driveway together it was clear that the evening we'd planned might be a struggle to enjoy. But the tickets to the opening of the new gallery were comps and we'd both been looking forward to the initial photo exhibition. We knew the work of the artist who would be displaying a wide array of work we both appreciated, everything from beautiful portraits to sed...

Soft pattering about the room woke me. As my eyes adjusted to the morning, Deborah’s silhouette against the still-open window caught my eyes. That sight of her in just bra and panties brought back the smile from the night before. She heard me stir. “Wake up, sleepyhead.” “You didn’t wake me when you woke.” “I knew if I did we’d both miss our commitments,” she replied. “And I have a breakfast in a bit with a potential clie...

Deborah stood, took me by the hand and added, “Let’s go get comfortable.” I was pretty darn comfortable where I was, except of course the wonderful ache in my pants. Nonetheless, I stood and followed as she led me through the bar, through the lobby and to the elevator. “What floor?” “Fourth.” “Ohhh, me too,” she responded, almost gleefully. The ride up was quick. As we departed the elevator, we both turned left. She stopp...

Typical industry convention. Gender diversity in top management isn’t our strength.  During the opening night happy hour, the usual 90/10 male-to-female ratio proved unchanged. What the hell. Have a couple bourbons, work the room, speak to casual acquaintances and call it a night. Tomorrow morning would come early and I was first up with a panel discussion, so a short night of drinking might prove the wise decision. But d...

Thighs together, ass contracting then relaxing, your hips swayed. Clearly the orgasm that erupted within kept taunting you with aftershocks. Nothing speaks to me in sultry, beckoning tones as does your body. I rose to move against you, arms wrapping you in animal want, my groin pressing, telling you my body was listening to yours. Head still down, you tiptoed so your cheeks enveloped the aching length of me. And you rode....

Coffee and a little nourishment served us well. We reclined back in the bed for our second cup of coffee and watched a little TV. With the fan stirring, it wasn’t long before we both drifted off again. What seemed like hours later – it was actually only about forty minutes or so – I woke to find myself alone in the bed. Looking beyond the screen, I saw you on the deck that overlooked the valley below. We really were seclu...