He enters the coffee shop at two minutes until two. He enters this same shop at the same time every Thursday afternoon. Sometimes if he’s early he’ll walk around the block, or sit at the bus stop bench and read, until it is time. He is never late. Those a...
She slipped a curled middle finger between the folds of her pussy and remembered the way he used to hold her. They’d been inside his car, in a nearly empty parking lot in the rain. She pressed against his chest; his arms enfolded her like wings. She liste...
Alex’s cell vibrated in his pocket and his cock hardened in simple-minded kneejerk Pavlovian response. He knew the vibration signaled a text, and he knew Evie had sent that text, which could mean only one thing. Evie was back in town. Fuck. She said she’...
His cock bulged granite hard as he proposed to her. One knee down on the plush carpeting of the hotel room, trying to remember the talking points of his proposal of marriage to her, the speech he’d been practicing for weeks now, the speech he’d practiced...
She lay kneeling, facedown on the bed, ass in the air, naked except for the kitten ears. Her husband had tied her wrists behind her back, and her ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. She trembled in anticipation. A red satin blindfold, tied sec...
He stood framed in the doorway to his office watching her as she flounced down the hallway directly toward him. He had no idea who she was, only that she snagged his attention like fabric on a nail. She walked on impractically high heels that she wore wit...
They checked into the Black Horse Motel, a cheap but clean adobe squat on the outskirts of Des Moines, New Mexico, just after dusk. They fucked nearly as soon as they had hauled the bags in from the car. He threw her on the bed, pinned down her wrists, an...
Lena lay naked on the sand in the middle of the night, right on the tideline, where the shore met the sea. She dozed on the edge of dreams, more in the water than out of it now, though when she first lay down only her feet were submerged. The tide had ris...
The harpooner was drunk. Quinn lay passed out on the floor of his quarters, naked, stinking of sweat and cheap whiskey. The shouting of his colleagues could not rouse him, nor could their pushing and shaking. The boatswain finally left the room and return...
The ocean raged like a wounded beast miles above them, whipped up by the violent thunderstorm passing overhead, but the tempest barely registered eight hundred fathoms beneath the surface. It certainly did not register to Tess, intent as she was on the mo...
Friday night was a Technicolor blur, a hot and dirty frenzied fuck that spilled hungrily over into Saturday morning. She had met him at the motel door with a lopsided smile and a rodeo hug and a long sloppy wet kiss that lasted only until he had time to l...
