Francisca, also known as Kika, woke up in her partner Misha's bed in rural Vermont. The wind outside was not howling. But, every so often, it would hiss against the window panes to remind her she was better off in bed. Next to her, Mikhail, who everyone called Misha, was still asleep. He was wrapped in the dark flannel sheets and quilt, turned away from her body. The sun shone blankly on the snow outside, providing light...

Two packages arrived for me today. One is a large but thin box, black with no markings. The other is smaller, about the size of a paperback. I lift the larger one to the table; despite its size it weighs almost nothing. Removing the lid, I carefully open the cocoon of black tissue paper it contains, to find a dress, the couture obvious. The black fabric seems to flow. I can tell instantly how sensual it will feel on my bo...

As they lay in the bed he turned, still hugging her, and asked, “So, what were you doing on the bus with your pants open,” his tone held a bit of surprise, “And no panties.” “Aren’t you angry? Upset?” she asked. “Well, I was at the beginning, then all the blood went south and, you know, I can’t think with both heads at the same time,” he said chuckling. “You want the truth?” she asked, but it wasn’t a question that needed...

Jae walked from her bathroom wearing her favorite comfy robe. Wrapping her hair in a towel, she found herself sweetly humming to herself as she walked to her bedroom. A slight, secretive smile was crossing her lips as she kept humming. The song was a birthday present from a year ago and now every time she'd hear it she'd have only one image in her mind. Him.He was sick the day he called to wish her happy birthday but it d...

"You have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen. It opens up for me like a flower - a perfectly beautiful flower." My back arches as you flick my swollen clit with your rough tongue again. Your beard furthers my pleasure by scratching my clit as your tongue moves to the flower you have just stimulated.  "Thank you, Eric," I say with ragged breath. My hand is squeezing your stiff cock still positioned inches from my face. "...

"I don't recall giving you permission to orgasm," Carol said in a teasing tone, and I had to force myself to wake from a post-orgasmic haze. "I'm sorry, Mistress," I offered, and then I nearly laughed because Traci said the same thing at the same time. I didn't trust the smile I saw on Carol's face, but she was looking at Traci. I hoped that I didn't have anything to worry about. "That is partially my fault," Carol admitt...

My wife and I walked arm in arm down the edge of the road. I watched as her demeanor shifted from joy to irritation and back to joy for the dozenth time. We were turning into Carol and Mike's driveway, so I prayed that the joy would hold. "Why does this nurse I've never met have to join you?" she grumbled. Before I could answer, she added, "I trust Carol when she says not to worry, but I can't stop myself. If Mike would j...

Hannah’s insufferably girly script stared at me from the slip of paper in my hand. There was only one word on it.LoganFollowed by a heart with a toothy smiley-face in it which I couldn’t easily look away from. It was the eyes. They were following me when I moved the paper around in my hand, like those of a haunted painting.Ugh. I gave the back of Hannah’s head another glare and, for the hundredth time, mentally repeated t...

She was dancing to Joan Jett, her long hair flying around as she played air guitar. She was with some girls that I knew from the local college rock club. Joan Jett finished and she sat down, laughing and taking a deep drink of lager. I watched her from the other side of the dance floor, moving around so I could watch her through the dancing crowd. She looked Asian with a long nose and full mouth and she had a ready smile...

The lullaby of 24th street haunted my steps. A far off siren heralding yet another robbery gone bad. Laughter fueled by too much liquor and swearing fed by frustration. Voices raised in anger, seething with barely contained violence. The sound of a bottle shattering into a billion pieces on the side walk across the street. Hip hop or RnB exploding from a bar every time the door opened. And always, the frightened pitter pa...

Helen checked her watch as she arrived home from work. She was running slightly late but still had plenty of time to get ready. As she bent to pick up the day’s mail from the mat she felt her mobile vibrate in her pocket. With the dexterity gained from years of multi-tasking (it was good being a woman!) Helen read the message as she put her handbag and post on the kitchen counter and started to head upstairs. She was plea...

It had been a hard week. My boss asked, “we need you to work an extra day and we need you to work extra hours.” I still had my normal house work and papers to do at home on top of these work requests. I glanced down to the clock on the dash...8:35 P.M. I let out the longest sigh imaginable as I thought of all the things I still needed to do with so little time left in the day...well night. I looked back up at the road as...