“Of course I will be there,” I said into the phone. “Ok, text me the info and I will see you next Saturday.” I disconnected the call with my sister. My nephew was turning seven, and I had just been invited to his birthday party that was going to be at some type of indoor playground or something. Although I love my nephew, the thought of having to spend next Saturday afternoon in a room full of screaming kids, eating terri...

Chapter 1- Exposed It was Friday. I had just finished the day's work, signed off, and closed my laptop when my husband, Michael, called. "Hello, Love, what's up?" I answered. "Honey, great news, I closed the Mitchell deal. It means a large commission. I feel like celebrating. How's dinner at Philipe's sound and a club after?" Excited, I replied, "I would love it. It's been too long since we had an evening out." "Great, I...

Lying naked on the bed, my breath still uneven, I was lost in the fading aftermath of the most incredible orgasm I'd ever had. My lover had slipped away just seconds ago—too soon. All those hours of online conversations with him had connected us in ways that went far beyond lust. We had explored each other's minds and desires, building something that made me curious about where it could go. Now that we had finally made it...

It’s 11 a.m., and I’m perched at the kitchen table in my usual “work-from-home” ensemble: jogging bottoms, a loose T-shirt that might as well be pyjamas, and an old coffee mug that’s a total necessity at this point. My laptop’s open, displaying a spreadsheet full of marketing data for the IT company that employs me. It’s riveting stuff, really, optimising landing pages, engagement metrics, and all that jazz. But let’s be...

Sarah Johnson was a beautiful blond. She was 26 years old with large rounds tits and a killer ass. I had worked at her house before, but Jake Johnson, her husband, had always instructed me in what I needed to fix. Jake was only a few years older and was as tall as me, but not as fit. He had what you would call a dad's body. Sarah met me at the door in her robe. She said that there was a problem in her bedroom with the lig...

Adam approached the reception desk at Industrial Pneumatics and asked if Bill was available. The receptionist, Irene, a pretty little teen, blushed and said she'd call and ask. Adam leaned on the reception counter and perved on her firm young globes as she made the call. Her ripe breasts were begging to be groped, but Adam knew she was spoken for, and she had resisted all his previous advances. So he did no more than look...

The room was steeped in a heavy silence, interrupted only by the distant sounds of the night. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees, but inside, everything was still. I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart racing, nerves twisting like a tight knot in my stomach. The shadows danced along the walls, flickering in the warm glow of the bedside lamp, but my thoughts were anything but calm. After Mark had shared his fan...

Mac pulled his pickup truck and trailer up to the big house he was called to. The Jenkins had rotten wood on their deck and had miscellaneous plumbing and electrical problems. Mr. Jenkins answered the door and invited me in. He was a small man, maybe in his fifties. He showed me the dishwasher and said it was not draining. He pointed out a few GFI plugs that were tripping to easily. Mr J. took me into his master bathroom,...

Sitting on the couch, I was mindlessly scrolling through my phone, enjoying the quiet of the afternoon. The sun was filtering through the curtains, casting warm patterns of light onto the floor, and everything felt normal; safe. That is, until Mark asked me to sit down because he wanted to talk. It wasn’t unusual for us to talk, our relationship had always been open and communicative, but there was something in his voice,...