“You didn’t shave.” She stood before me, completely naked save the strand of pearls that adorned her neck. My disappointment was clear, and firm. She responded, voice quivering. “I couldn’t.” “I was very clear about this,” I replied. “But he…” A long pause. The fear visible. The flash of the diamond on her left ring finger. She had taken it off that first time. I fixed that. “He WHAT?” I shot back. “He would suspect. I’ve...

I move through the routine by muscle memory. Driver’s license, boarding pass. Bags on the conveyor, step through the metal detector. Gather my bags and head to the airline club lounge. It’s mid-morning and I crave a strong cup of coffee before heading to the gate. She catches my eye shortly after I take my seat. Although she too is seated, I can tell she is both tall and slender. Her short blue dress rides well up her tan...

She is tall. 5’11” or 6’. Long, lean body. Wavy auburn hair. Beautiful face. I kiss her and she returns my embrace with passion and hunger. I am beyond turned on. I run my fingertips down the front of her dress, drawing them across her breasts. The sharp intake of breath confirms I’ve hit the mark. Good. She runs her hands down my back and across my ass. One hand moves to my crotch as she jams her tongue down my throat. A...

Fiona awoke, groggy and exhausted, her mouth parched, her sense of place blurred by a strange disorientation. Hazy erotic dreams had haunted her sleep, and she was aware of a tingling in her most intimate regions. A distinct odor lingered in the air. She struggled to recognize it, and slowly it came to her. Sex. A man’s spunk, mingled with a woman’s musky secretions. Gradually, her surroundings came into focus, and she be...

Fiona tossed and turned, visions haunting her dreams. Moans, cries, pleading. Filthy words being spit out by lovers in the throes of aggressive coupling. The slap of bodies, the pounding of the bed, the sound of rigid manhood violating its lover’s inner sanctum. Moans turned to screams, and Fiona was startled awake. It was no dream. Gradually the fog lifted, and she was brought forth into the present moment. A distinct sm...

Friday Morning Fiona’s heart leaped as she finished packing for the weekend. Three days and two glorious nights at a posh resort on the water. She was so looking forward to getting away. Especially the nights: she and Ian needed some time away, far from the distractions and hustle and bustle of their everyday world, for a chance to rekindle their romance, to regain some of the intimacy that they had lost since getting mar...

Her most fertile day. Her lover’s freshly deposited cum swims inside her. In bed with her husband, sponge carefully inserted, she makes her advances. He won’t know it isn’t his. She kisses, strokes, whispers filthy things. She finds his cock. Flaccid. Cups his balls, strokes the tip, fingers trail lightly down the shaft. No response. She moves to go down on him. He protests with a groan and rolls away. He couldn’t, even i...

You are on all fours. I am furiously slamming into you from behind. Everything about this has driven me to a frenzy. The curve of your back rounding into the smooth plumpness of your ass. The ink on your shoulder. The smell of sex. The slickness of your nether region. The way my hardness glistens with you. But especially the sounds. The slapping of my body against the back of your legs and your ass. The slurping noises as...

My stomach is literally in knots as they walk through the door. My wife Jennifer and our two children, back from after-school activities, arms loaded with takeout food. I give Jennifer a brief hug and she pecks me on the cheek, not the lips. I can smell the body wash, still somewhat fresh, not normal for this time of day, of that I’m certain. Small talk about how our days were. Boring, she says. Something about faux drama...

I lay back on my bed - our bed - the warm afterglow still infusing my body and spirit. I am naked, spent, wanting absolutely nothing more in the present moment as I sift through the events of the past few precious, exciting hours. My nipples harden as I close my eyes and recall his cock, so glorious in its impossible hardness, droplets pulled down by gravity from the tip of his beautiful manhood, the viscous fluid seeming...

We sipped our drinks in the lobby bar of the conference hotel. Over the course of the last ninety minutes our discussion had turned increasingly personal and intense, just the two of us, the rest of the crowd shut out. The hour was late and we didn’t even notice that virtually all of the other attendees at this small conference had retired for the night. Finally, we too realized that it was getting really late. I paid the...

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain again... we have begun our descent and are about twenty minutes out. The flight attendants will be preparing the cabin for landing in a few minutes. We thank you for flying with us and hope to see you again in the near future." The routine was more than familiar to frequent travelers like me. Good - first leg of the journey appears to be successful. I had been tracking bad weath...

I found the condom. I should have suspected. Months ago, there was the little bottle of personal lubricant, tucked discreetly under the contents that jam the drawer in her bedside table. Certainly, it wasn't there for me. When we do fuck, occasionally now, she is difficult to enter, so much so that penetration can be painful. Understandable at her age - at our age. And yet the lube has never made its way out of the drawer...

She sits across the room, on the other side of the U-shaped conference table layout. I don't fixate or obsess on her but there is intrigue. When we first met three years ago - our only previous meeting - it was unremarkable; a quick introduction among a knot of cocktail party guests followed by perhaps five minutes of polite small talk. This morning, as we were gathering for our meeting, we exchanged brief pleasantries ag...

Anticipation is wonderful, elongating the encounter, all too brief it seems, that we share once every twelve months or so. It starts with an email, sent immediately upon the confirmation of my annual trip. The agonizing wait for a reply, not knowing if you will be in town and whether your circumstances, or your desire, have changed. And then it arrives, signified by the badge on my secret email app. Yes, yes, yes. How hav...