The air in the living room crackled with a different kind of energy than usual. It was the anticipatory buzz of the Super Bowl, yes, but layered thickly over it was the electric, unspoken promise of something far more intimate. Matthew adjusted the massive television one final time, his large, confident hands making minute calibrations to the sound system. His eyes, however, kept drifting to his wife. Jamie stood by the f...

A bit about me: I recently turned seventy, but I'm in extremely good shape. A large part of this is that, around the time I turned forty, my husband and father of my children and I had a rather acrimonious split, one which left me with no desire to ever be in a committed relationship again. I still did the single mom thing, though by that point both were already in high school, and well old enough that I could start datin...

It all started with a name on a screen. We had mutual friends, but I’d never really noticed her until she popped up in my "People You May Know" on BlackBerry Messenger. Her name was Natasha. I took a chance and added her, not expecting much more than a polite "Hey." But the "Hey" turned into hours, and the hours turned into days. We were 19, and suddenly, my Blackberry was glued to my hand. We’d talk about everything scho...

After our last encounter, things definitely felt different between John and me. He started calling me his boy, and whenever we passed in the hall at work, I'd feel his hand brush against my backside. Next Friday, we played squash again, like usual. Afterwards, when we went to shower, there were other guys around, which was a bummer because we couldn't soap each other up like last time. Still, I managed to sneak in a few g...

The apartment smells of the faint lavender candle Cathy lights when she wants to pretend we’re still romantic. We live on the third floor of a narrow building in De Pijp, the kind of place where the stairs creak and the windows rattle when the trams pass. It’s comfortable. Six years married, both of us thirty-two, jobs that pay the rent and leave enough for weekend trips, but the bedroom has become polite. Efficient. We s...

Let me tell you about the night that changed everything. The night I stopped being invisible and started turning myself into a walking catastrophe you could smell coming before you saw it. But first, who I was before any of this hit. Gabriel Hare—Gabriel as in the angel of mischief, Hare as in the creature known for its enthusiasm in matters of reproduction. The name fit better than my parents ever intended. My father was...

It was a warm summer day when I moved into my new neighborhood. My name is Laura. I am in my early 30s with a fantastic DD rack and a round, juicy peach of an ass. I was also childless and recently divorced. I wish I could say that my ex-husband and I just drifted apart, but that would be a flat-out lie. The truth was that my husband had walked in to find his best friend plowing me doggie-style on our marital bed. I want...

The bell above the diner door jingled, but no one looked up—until she walked in. The stale scent of coffee and grease hung thick in the air, but it was nothing compared to the sudden charge that crackled through the room the moment Tess stepped inside. Her red stiletto boots—sharp, polished, and wicked—clicked against the linoleum with deliberate precision, each step a promise. The crimson mini-dress clung to her like a s...

Ken is treating me for my fortieth birthday by taking me on a tour of European sex clubs!? He has visited many of them with business clients in Europe, where it is considered normal—a bit like discussing business on the golf course, but with less exercise. Ken thinks I might learn a thing or two! We've been to a couple of clubs in Amsterdam, including the famous Banana club! One in Copenhagen, another in Berlin, and tonig...

Chapter 7 – The Stroke of Midnight - (The moment I was reborn) Grandpa's arms were iron bands around me, one under my shoulders, one under my knees, cradling me like I was still the little girl who used to fall asleep on his chest during Sunday naps. Only now my dress was bunched around my waist, my spanked ass burned against his forearm, and my bare, dripping pussy pressed to the front of his tuxedo shirt, leaving a wet...

Glen walked in the front door around eight thirty, looking like the day had chewed him up and spat him back out. Tie loose, briefcase dropped by the hooks, shoes kicked off. The kitchen smelt thick with cheesy beef casserole-tomato sauce, pasta, melted cheddar on top, still bubbling a little from the oven. He headed straight in to the kitchen. Kate’s at the island plating it up. Hair damp from her shower, sticking to her...

Tim I purposely pulled up to the valet parking, leaving Amanda's door right next to the stand. She looked at me and grinned before popping open her door, placing her right foot on the ground, and holding out her hand for the valet to help her from her seat. He was probably no older than eighteen and openly gawked when he realized that she wasn't wearing any panties with her dress hiked up to her hips and her legs wide ope...

We’d been waiting five weeks since the birth of our first child. “We’ve been given the green light!” Sarah sprang into my arms. “I am so ready.” I needed to penetrate her. I slid my cock against her labia to coat me with her juices. I thrust into her fully. Sarah exploded with her first orgasm. I kept thrusting. We built and exploded with a simultaneous orgasm. Sarah hooked my legs and flipped me onto my back. She looked...

The brothel on the outskirts of Kaiserslautern was never meant to be a theater. Yet Liv Andersson had turned Room 5 into something perilously close. A battered wooden easel stood in the corner, nearly always holding a half-finished charcoal nude that looked unmistakably like her: long limbs, pale skin, head tilted downward in quiet melancholy. The walls formed a chaotic gallery. Sketches hung pinned next to torn pages fro...