The first curious billboards appeared a few years ago, along a stretch of the Trans-Canada Highway in British Columbia just outside of Salmon Arm as motorists made their way up into the Rockies. The advertisements pointed the way to a unique roadside attraction: CJ’s Chainsaw Chippins the art of the power tool It’s not quite as famous a tourist destination as the ski slopes of Banff, but the rustic storefront and cabin ha...

As soon as Garrett’s left hand slid up to cup Melanie’s breast, her phone whistled and chirped. The couple laughed, peeking over at the brightened screen. Yvonne, whom they had invited to dinner along with her husband, Reuben, had just sent Melanie a text message. “You think they know where you’re putting your hands?” She enclosed her hand over her husband’s, helping him squeeze her breast. The two had gotten a bit frisky...

I smell our dinner before I even ring Giovanna’s doorbell. When she swings the door open to let me in, I look around with a fake nervous expression. “Oh, shit, did I take a wrong turn? Smells like I’m in Naples or something.” “Napoli,” she responds with a grin and her familiar over-the-top Italian accent. A few days ago, Giovanna invited me over for what she described as a “romantic dinner”. We’ve been dating for a few mo...

El-ay-a-na! El-ay-a-na! El-ay-a-na! El-ay-a-na! The chant was deafening. Easily 75,000 of the 82,000 people packed into the three-tiered stadium shouted their adoration for their favorite star. Even those supporting the other team applauded with respect. Elena Leonor Anaya Nieves, known professionally as Elayana, sprang to her feet, basking in the accolades being showered upon her. Thirty seconds before, she had received...

Smack! My hand comes down hard on Jocelyn’s bare ass. “Seb, owww!” The blonde thirtysomething pulls forward off my dick, rubbing the afflicted cheek. “What was that about?” Oh, shit! Don'elle is the one who likes it rough. She’s the hardbody I met at the gym last year, the one who carries her strength and aggression over into the bedroom, frequently batting and biting my dick, growling and grinding like an animal. But Joc...

“Front Desk.” “Good evening. This is Mrs. Lavelle. Suite 902. You sent up a young man with my room service order.” “Oh, yes, Mrs. Lavelle. Is everything to your liking?” “Yes, quite. A delightful meal. I am enjoying it immensely.” “Lovely to hear.” “Would you send someone else with Champagne and fresh berries promptly?” “Certainly. I must ask, was Roderick’s service lacking in some way?” “Oh, no, his manner quite exceeds...

“Okay, everyone, unless there’s anything else, I can give you all three minutes back.” 11:57. Did the plant director really just insinuate that three fucking minutes is a big bonus to ease the pain of another hour-long conference call that should have been an IM link to a shared PDF? Trey Greaves excitedly moves his mouse pointer over the phone icon, ready to click to disconnect and rip his headset off, after hearing the...

“Hi, Mister Gentry!” Colleen’s squeaky voice called out to Shane from the driveway while he was slicing up cardboard boxes to fit into the recycle bin. Sliding the box cutter closed, he stepped to the front of the car, waving to the bouncing bundle and returning the greeting as she clinked her mailbox closed. He could see most of his neighbor’s face framed by her fuzzy coat hood, but the rest of her was certainly a ‘bundl...

Ramón stopped in his tracks as he exited the hallway on his way from the back of the house toward the kitchen. There was Luisa, statue-still, gazing out into the yard from their dining room window through the thin slits in the blinds she had apparently opened just a touch. Completely nude. Ramón could have been forgiven for not recognizing her if he saw her elsewhere. Though pausing for a long look, he was intimately acqu...

❀ MORNING ❀ “Who loves you?” Dale picked his head up from the pile of papers and envelopes in the little living room, surprised and delighted to see Paige approaching him with their stovetop coffee pot and her mug. She was wearing a towel on her head, a big smile on her face… and nothing else! “Um, it looks like you do!” “You know it!” “To what do I owe this pleasure?” Dale dropped the advertisement he was holding. Saturd...

Work’s a ruckus, home’s a zoo Needed quiet to think things through A cup of tea and gripping book Tucked away in my library’s nook Distractions fled, now nary a care Until a figure earned my stare Auburn waves and slender size Caused my arousal’s instant rise Her strutting form, young and pert Had me following, though covert As I found where she’d sequestered Her pose declared not to be pestered Not one to be an evil cree...

Officer Anja Sørensen guided her patrol SUV onto the narrow shoulder of the steep service road halfway up the side of the hill. The sight was odd, but not unexpected, as she had gotten the call from headquarters alerting her to the situation. Headquarters is what the law enforcement and public safety community called the outpost that was little more than a guard shack a few kilometers inland. A compact car was parked, wit...

I slowly came out of my slumber Saturday morning, aware of water running in the bathroom. After turning toward my nightstand and tapping my phone to see the time — 7:48 — I turned over on my back, eyes opening and closing to get acclimated to the sunlight. My morning wood was strong, and I relished swishing my hips side to side as I stretched, the light sheet brushing over my erection, stimulating my glans. A figure appea...

It’s not unusual for Karina to stop by my desk to acknowledge a comment made in a meeting or pop into a casual conversation at the beginning or end of a workday. But it is unusual for her to pull up a chair and show me something on her computer, as she did Friday of last week. After all, Karina is our Chief Financial Officer, responsible for budgets, expenditures, maximizing profitability, and ensuring financial data comp...

“Oh, I’m gonna lose it!” I try to grab something to steady myself, but I just wind up with one fist full of sheets and the other full of messy blonde hair. “Mmm! M-hmm!” I don’t know if her muttering and determined nodding is consent, or meant to increase the stimulation her lips and tongue are giving my saliva-coated dick shaft. “Oh, I’m gonna fucking cum,” I specify, more of a warning than an announcement, since I’m a g...