It was Labor Day weekend of 1993. Kelly was antsy. Kelly had a couple of wild fuck sessions with a wealthy guy (and his vintage car racing) buddies during that summer. But summer was ending too quickly. All summer long Kelly had been running around in tiny bikinis, short skirts, and dresses. She had an incredible tan, had lost a couple of pounds, was keeping everything down south shaved smooth as glass, and her twat was o...

I knew Carol thanks to numerous phone conversations. We met in person when she made a presentation to my team. She had trouble with PowerPoint, but I fixed it for her. 'You're a handy guy, Ted.' 'Not just a pretty face?' 'That too.' Before she left, she gave me her card with "COMT" written on it. Her top two buttons had come undone. Nice cleavage! 'Lunch tomorrow?' I nodded. It took me some time to decipher COMT, but I di...

Amelia flicked her drying hair back over her shoulder. She preferred keeping it tied up out of the way, but time ran short. A thrill tingled down her spine. Soon, she would be able to indulge herself as well as requisition what she needed to continue her journey. Glancing down at herself, Amelia shifted her loose, low-cut tunic forward on her shoulders. More of her soft, pale cleavage appeared, and she adjusted her perky...

Thankfully, you don’t make me wait much longer. I hear the knock and I take a deep breath. I stand up from the couch and head for the front door. I glance at my reflection in the mirror in the entryway. I stand up straight, admiring the shape I’ve kept myself in and determined to erase any thoughts that this afternoon’s discovery had anything to do with me. I’m going to prove to myself that I’m every bit as sexy as I’ve a...

I sit on the couch sipping red wine. I go back through the text strings, again and again, trying to see if there are any more hints, anything else that is going to tell me whether I’m about to get an opportunity I’ve been hoping for, or if I’m going to get a very platonic present and at best a hug. I put the phone down. I’ve reread today’s texts at least a dozen times. Nothing is certain one way or the other, and that isn...

Me too. You still owe me a present for my birthday. I know it’s probably a bit suggestive and might raise your wife’s eyebrow if she read it, but it’s not that bad. And it’s definitely not as bad as me telling you that I just came so hard wishing you were fucking me, or sending you a picture of the lingerie I’m wearing, or the curve of my ass in this pencil skirt. When I think of it that way, your wife should fucking than...

How are things going in the office? I look at your text again.  I’ve written and erased a reply probably a dozen times.  I’m so touched that you remembered my birthday and reached out.  I’m a little giddy that you remembered my birthday even after leaving the office.  I keep trying out replies.   The new guy is such an asshole.  No, too bitchy. The new guy sucks compared to you.   Too kiss ass I wish you were still my bos...

Flynn was alone in the laundry room finishing loading his clothes in the washer. He popped in a few coins, jiggled the handle and the machine was off and running; not exactly humming, more like chugging and rattling. Regardless, he gave himself a high-five for levelling up to “Laundry Pro”. He couldn’t decide what to do next while waiting. Maybe a run? That meant going back up to his apartment to change out of his jeans a...

Molly stepped out of her bathroom wrapped in a towel from the much-needed shower. Her need was too strong and her skin crawled to be touched. The water cascaded down her body, wrapping her in warmth and the solitude needed to allow her fingers to roam. They relieved her of the ache that had been building all night. Building because of Flynn.  She smiled as she thought of his name. Not being able to touch him when she so c...

Flynn grumbled at himself as he ran water over his hand under the kitchen tap. In his completely distracted state this evening, he had reached into the oven to remove the cannelloni, somehow forgetting to wear oven mitts. He only touched the ceramic casserole dish for a mere fraction of a moment, yet he jumped back, growling in anguish before hopping over to the sink to flood cold water over his singed hand. “This poor ha...

“Things seem to be getting bad out there, Jan.”  “Yes, they are Jim. The governor is talking that state and countrywide lockdowns could be in place within the next day or so.”  “Oh enough,” Molly grumbled, turning off the TV and its constant news coverage. She stretched and her eyes fell on the laundry basket. “Crap. I forgot.”  Molly looked down at her tank top and sweatpants, double-checking to make sure she was decent...

Thank you. Xoxo, the text read. Sean cursed at the prospect of having to endure Michael's various caprices longer than necessary and at his inability to say no—more accurately: to say no to the pair of perky breasts Michael's mother, Sharon, used to keep in either no bra or a sports bra under her tank top. In combination with her yoga pants, this gave an overall picture that had Sean nodding absent-mindedly and stupidly c...