Margo strolled onto the deck, her expression a mix of serenity and smugness. Serene because she loved this old lake house. Smug because she had just pulled off the impossible. The cottage had belonged to her grandparents, and it was the epicenter of her childhood summers. She, her sister, Alex, and their cousins swam all day, caught lightning bugs at twilight, and sat around the fire pit giggling and eating s'mores late i...

He paused to savor the intoxicating scent, which sent his imagination reeling and got his mouth watering. Growing bolder, he tentatively tickled the fine hair that lined the cleft, slowly dragging his tongue up and down, marveling at the velvety texture. When he could wait no more, he pressed his face into the firm but yielding flesh, reveling in the glorious sensation as it surrendered to him and sent juices running down...

“Just be quiet and listen, okay?” she snapped. With a look of concern on his face, he nodded once. “I want to watch.” The phrase hung in the air. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and she could barely believe that she had said it – finally. “Actually, it’s more than that. I want to be on the bed with you,” she clarified. A look of confusion spread across his face. “Let me be more specific,” she said, pausing and bi...

Dinner had been fabulous and the conversation light and fun. In fact, for one of the first times since his wife had passed away, Brent felt happy. He and Stephanie had known each other for years, but they had barely seen each other in the long months since they had both been widowed. But tonight, those thoughts were set aside and they just enjoyed one another's company. But then there was a brief lull in the conversation....

Green Crack. Not exactly the sexiest of names, Jack mused as he lit the bowl and took a long, slow drag of the pungent weed. No matter the name, it was still a great high. Still, it seemed to him that a weed that not only made cares recede but also sent the user's libido into overdrive deserved a name that was just a little more sensual. Regardless, it was good stuff. As the buzz began to descend upon his brain, he smiled...

Jake stood in the middle of a bar, the front of his shirt soaked in beer, pondering How on earth did I get here? Then his arms shot forward like pistons, burying his hands into the chest of the braying jackass in front of him. That’s when all hell broke loose. Had he had a more than that fleeting second to think about the question, he might have recalled that his journey to that saloon, which smelled of fifty years of sta...