Morning light caressed her bare thighs. Her eyes still closed, she felt his eyes on her. It made her purr, and stretch her limbs and body slowly, hoping for the gaze to become touch. It did. A warm hand softly stroked up her thigh and rested on the small of her back. Eyes still closed, she reached out, found, and pulled him in for a kiss. As she had hoped, the hand crept down and reined her in, holding her buttocks. She p...

My name is Jamie Laker, and you may know of my four crime novels. I am twenty-seven years old now, but this story is mainly about Simon Curton from the time we were nineteen, entering the second year at Argoyne Academy of Creative Arts. You will soon see how crucial that timing was. Many of the incidents will be hearsay, adapted from what Simon told me later. Argoyne Academy provided three major areas of study. I took the...

With each click, the shutter immortalizes the artistic perfection that lay before it.  Capturing the intimacy of entwined lovers, wholly consumed and captivated by one another, as passions grow, oblivious to the lens beyond which I stand. The to-be-developed black and white stills to aid memories in future times to come.  Not that you will ever forget such intimacy. The simmering sexual tension that had hung in the air, e...

Due to the pandemic, Aran had left the big city and decided to seek refuge elsewhere. Given that at the age of thirty-five, he was an established millionaire, he went through a more unique path. Aran had a house built in a more rural area of Washington, mainly away from people and more near the lake. The house was very upscale and due to remote work becoming the norm, the bachelor's home for good.  One downfall of rural l...

The bar was small and intimate, the low vaulted ceiling and exposed brickwork amplifying the near Gothic look. Its discreet location hidden under the railway arches, well off the beaten track for those not in the know. Drawing only the most of discerning of clientele, a reputation only further fuelled by a guest list that didn't even guarantee entrance by itself. Only those glamorous and alluring enough passing the vigoro...

“So how was your week, Susan?” “Something… something very strange happened, doctor.” “Tell me about it.” “I saw my son… he was watching something… it’s difficult to even say it out loud.” “Was he, perhaps, watching an adult film?” “No… that’s the thing… it wasn’t porn.” *** Ever since James had reached puberty, Susan had dreaded the day she might accidentally walk in on her ‘sweet boy’ watching porn or stroking himself of...

A blazing sun caressed ripe and ready cornfields. Rich yellow heated to a dusted tawny colour. Tall stalks flaunted their swelling seed to the sun's power. Silence enveloped the land. Nothing moved. Except for Peter Grover, and he loved it all. Loved the heat, the scorching fecund fields, the dry aroma of sun-toasted corn, the quiet, the solitude. No people. Ideal for a solitary young man. An official track lay two fields...

As we're sitting together alone, we both know exactly what the other wants, and how to get each other there; however, anticipation is always the best! So, I'll hold off on reaching out to grab you. For now, I'm watching you, but my mind tends to trail off. I'm trying to keep the conversation flowing, but it's hard.I can't help but watch the way you move as you pull back your hair. I watch your lips as you are speaking to...

I want you to sink your teeth into my neck like it's a savory steak.I want you to kiss my collarbone like it's made from the smoothest silk.I want you to tighten your grip on my lower back like I'll slip out of your arms if you don't.I want you to caress the sides of my face like my skin was made of rose petals and would bruise if pressed too hard.I want you to show me the gentleness of a lover and the roughness of your h...

An intamate danceOf give and of takeI call upon you your body It a part of my own, I wish to make Your hair has long been dullAnd your body wornBut at my touch you jump to lifeYour spirit full of fervor, your mood never forlorn I lead and you followOur beings joining together seamlesslyI grip you firmlyYou trying hard to please me At first, our movements are controlledUnsure of what we want to create togetherBut as we slo...

I rolled out my polka-dotted towel onto the sun heated sand and stretched out, basking under the sun. I flicked my sunglasses over my face and hummed along to the Beach Boys’ “California Girls” blasting from the stereo. I opened my eyes and leaned over when I heard rustling beside me. I watched as Georgia had also laid out her towel and laid down. “Hi Georgia.” Georgia leaned over. “Hi, Stacey.” The both of us leaned back...

It is late. I walk in to the dimly lit coffee shop. I scan the room and find you sitting in a corner in the back of the room. You see me as I approach and your eyes pierce through me now as I walk towards you. I can barely see you, but I sense your anger. I walk up apprehensively. Afraid I have once again gone too far. I lean in slowly as you look me up and down. I slide into the booth next to you despite your evident dis...

The effect you impart upon my heart, To fuse your view within,Such memory pictures, explicitly bold Begin my rising start…The sway you lay within my soul, Tsunami swelling within,Imparted pulses, erotically charged, May conquest be thy goal... Undulating waves beneath me... heave, Your riptide reels me in,Unmoored you reap my salty tease, My prow carves deep… to cleave.Pipeline carver, fused in folds, Coral velvet, starfi...

I take a seat at the bar facing the door and order a bottle of bubbly. I sit there sipping it, lost in a haze of anticipation. It’s been a week since I last saw you. I’ve missed you so much. My phone suddenly beeps. “I’ll be with you in two minutes,” your message reads. My heart races and I try to compose myself. My body is trembling and I take another sip of champagne to steady my nerves. The bar door opens. I’m like a r...