"It's hot in here, baby!" I pull my hair up, off my neck. A quick glance in the mirror: flushed cheeks, tiny beads of sweat. You are propped up in bed, reading, but you pause to look at me and grin. "Nah...it's just me." And I must agree...you are scorching. But the temps are soaring, and I need some relief. "I'm opening the window," I announce, flipping the latches, pushing up the sash. A welcome gust of coolness floods...

Chelsea was late, the victim of a failed alarm clock and cab shortage. She silently cursed her tight skirt and heels as she flew through the lobby, skidding across the polished marble floor just in time to catch the elevator. Breathless, she jumped in, glanced at her watch, and exhaled in relief. The button to the fifth floor was already glowing, pressed by the elevator’s only other occupant. When she turned to say good m...

I sit before the small mirror, running a brush through mylong hair and dreaming about tomorrow night. Our holiday ball. Mother and Father have been planning it for months, and the neighborhood is all abuzz with talk. The invitations were sent a month ago, the replies have all been received, seating charts have been made. We are expecting 160 guests; a very respectable number for a ball. Fewer than 100 and it would just be...

Evan was bored. Not just momentarily bored, but chronically and perpetually bored. As the president of his own company, he had met and surpassed his own personal life goals by the ripe old age of 45 and was now struggling with “what next?” He had everything he wanted: a private jet, a yacht, luxury cars, servants, a huge California mansion and a vacation home in the Caribbean. And yet, Evan was bored. Even the upcoming ho...

Melissa cracked her knuckles, rolled her head from side to side, and twisted around in her chair to pop her back. She was starting to get a little tired after hours of sitting in the same position, but the breeze from the nearby ocean and the sound of the waves made working almost bearable. Melissa’s sanity had nearly reached the breaking point and she was desperate for this change of scenery. Not that it was her fault. T...

It’s Halloween night, I’m dressed as a sexy dominatrix, and I have three married men sitting in my living room. Paul has just brought me to an orgasm with his tongue in the kitchen, then I gave him a hand job and he came on my tits in front of Will and Mark. It has been a good night, but I’m not finished by any stretch. Besides being genuinely attracted to these men and being in need of some good sex to make up for some p...

I step off the curb and look appraisingly at my house, trying to gauge the reaction that will come from the street. It’s the afternoon of October 31, and I have just put the finishing touches on my “haunted house.” The windows are boarded up, caution tape accents the front porch, a cemetery nestles against the right corner of the house, outdoor speakers blast frightening sounds into the night, a fog machine emits a spooky...

I tried to tell you how I feel, But the words just didn’t work.How can I express what you mean to me? If I were an artist, I’d paint you,With fine lines and bold color and great movementTo illustrate your physical grandeur. If I were a musician, I’d sing you,With swelling crescendos and intricate chords and complicated harmoniesTo communicate your creative spirit. If I were an athlete, I’d play you,With contracting muscle...

I’m strong. I’m a teacher, a coach, a mother. I run a classroom, a team, a household. I’m an athlete. I run marathons. So when I read stories about submissive women, Downcast eyes, murmuring agreement in response to their lovers’ demands, I’m angered by their weakness. That’s not me. But you… With your sexy tenderness and solid character, Your warm, intelligent eyes and gorgeous body, Your honesty and generosity, Your swe...

We pull into the driveway and I breathe a sigh of relief. We’ve been away for two weeks…a wonderful Florida vacation to kick off the summer, but our eight hour drive home turned into eleven due to some ridiculous traffic in Atlanta, and I am completely exhausted. My only saving grace is that the kids went home with my parents, so at least we’ll have the rest of the night to ourselves. We unload the essentials from the car...

I take a long, cold sip of my lemonade (spiked with vodka), wipe the beads of sweat from my forehead, and silently curse the previous owners of my new house for letting their garden go to hell. It is a brutally hot afternoon, but I am bound and determined to rid my flowerbeds of these God-forsaken weeds. My tank top and running shorts are plastered to my skin and I just tossed my hair up in a ponytail to get it off my nec...

Madeline, Britney and I are tearing up the town on this warm spring evening. We started our night at a hockey game, made a pitstop for a mini orgy in the back of a limousine, and now we’re headed to my favorite dance club, The Slammer. Not only is that a fun place to go, but we met some hot guys who are headed there as well. They’re having a bachelor party, and we’re excited to shake up their night just a little bit. We g...

Friday night in the city. A coin toss decided the plan for tonight, and I’m excited. We’re headed to a hockey game, followed by some club hopping…the perfect way to meet guys. It’s Girls’ Night again…and my friends and I are ready with the triple threat. There’s Madeline, the petite blonde bombshell, with her platinum pixie cut and deep emerald eyes, her fake boobs, perfect ass, and fair, lightly freckled skin. Then there...

John Henry Bartlett III laid back on his bunk and closed his eyes, exhausted after another long day at sea. It had been another stressful day, causing him to question once again why he had joined the Navy. The answer was simple: his family legacy. Father and grandfather before him, along with scores of uncles and cousins…men in his family were supposed to be Navy men. He hadn’t even questioned it; the choice was made for...

The National Education Convention is crowded, as usual, but I’m especially excited to be here this year. I love this town, and I’m looking forward to spending some time with a friend while I’m at the conference. I can hardly wait for that, but first I have to take care of real business. I hoist the heavy canvas tote bag higher up on my shoulder and scan the packed ballroom for a place to sit. Once again, I’m unable to fin...