While I hate to shutter those glorious windows Into your soul. You have such beautiful Wide-set Luminous Eyes. I love to make your mind fly, To stir your imagination, To start the fever going, Inside you. I love to awaken your other senses, So you can see with your skin, And your tongue, nose, and ears. I love to heighten your sense of vulnerability, So I can give you the ecstasy of rewarded trust. What is coming next? Wh...

The lunch invitation had simply been the next logical step. He had not planned that it would lead to sex, just more connecting with Jyll, and then eventually to sex. As the hour approached, he felt a surge of anticipation, arousal, and butterflies tinged with erotic possibility. Something sexual was probably going to happen. It was exciting and a little surreal to imagine after going so long without sex. In his conservati...

The co-worker reviewing the document seems distracted, much like you are by her. You observe she's dressed a bit more daring, so you assume she has plans. You steal a glance of her formfitting skirt, wondering if she's wearing anything underneath, but careful not to be caught staring. You daydream about her, fantasizing about her hot date. Fancy restaurant, a movie, or straight to the hotel? Vanilla or kinky sex? Maybe so...

Wiley grabbed his pants and announced he had to get something from his car. I giggled as he almost fell over as he hurriedly slipped on his pants before heading out the door. I sat on the patio loveseat, enjoying more of the champagne. The moon high in the sky illuminated the night. Wiley had dashed off, telling me to hold that thought. Still in the afterglow and buzzed, I pondered what thought? Thinking back to what I ha...

Lost in the throes of our orgasm, we snuggled together underneath a sprawling Oak. Wrapped in my Lover's arms, I listened to the babbling brook and enjoyed the sunset. I longed for this moment to last, but as the sun met the horizon, I wondered if it was setting on us as well. We sat in silence, relishing the beauty as the evening drew near. Having decided it was time, we gathered our stuff and headed to the car. For our...

I want your kisses. I want them on my face and just below my ear. I want to feel that rasp of stubble as you kiss where my neck meets my shoulder. I want your affectionate, playful kisses nipping at the corners of my mouth. I want your gentle ones on my lips. I want to trace your lips with the tip of my tongue, and you to return the pleasure with more pressure. Yes! I want your fervour, the puff of your breath punctuating...

Beth and I were distant for the next few weeks. Not in a cool, uncaring way, but still giving each other more space than we had before. That was difficult at times; she couldn’t drive, and it was possible she’d never be cleared for it again. I wasn’t supposed to leave her alone for too long, either, just in case. I’d been working from home since she left the hospital, and what had been convenient before now felt almost st...

Yadira couldn't resist looking up from her phone. It wasn't so much that she didn't want to, it was that she understood why her husband couldn't resist either. Their babysitter, Tania, was nineteen with a petite body and a deliciously proportionate bubble butt. No matter what she wore, she turned heads, including those of Yadira and her husband. Better get you outta here before he comes home and sees you, she thought, una...

“I’m sorry, but we just don’t know.” That phrase, and its myriad variations, was one I’d heard a lot in the past three months. That’s how long Liz had been in her coma. She was driving home late from her office, and then… something happened. Her car went off the road and flipped multiple times. The injuries were severe; multiple broken bones, internal bleeding, a lacerated liver, and more. A traumatic brain injury had pla...

We sample sweet, juicy Honeycrisps in the sun. She races me through the corn maze. Sun setting, we savor grilled brats and hot cider. Wandering the pumpkin patch hand in hand, we munch freshly dipped apples. She catches a caramel drip, playfully licking her finger. Sticky lips meet. Snuggling under a blanket on the hayride, her hand finds my straining stiffness. Mine caresses her jiggling orbs. We jump off into the darkne...