As I’ve complained previously, this social distancing and wearing masks sucks. Swingers clubs and parties are totally on hold and it means I’ve very rarely had sex other than with my husband. Plus, Paul isn't meeting me as he's older, suffers from asthma and so has Covid paranoia. I respect that.Then the Black Lives Matter thing hit home with the murder of a black man in Minnesota. I support BLM and you damn know by now t...

Calissa looked towards the door of the bar and gasped.  It was like an icicle had been run down her back.  It can’t be, but it was.  Jeff, her ex-husband, if you could call him that, just walked into the bar.  That feeling of her heart thumping loud enough for everyone in a one-hundred feet circumference to hear was back as it always was when she would first see him. She quickly turned her head so he would not see her loo...

  Ten years earlier…   I plucked up my courage and stepped in front of Alison as we filed out of the Year Nine Civics class on the last day of term before the winter holidays. In my hand was a handwritten note, folded up. I called for her attention and thrust the note into her hand with a half-ways smile. “Hey,” I said with a slight quiver, “read this when you get a chance.” Alison was my first real, big crush. Smart, sop...

The lush English countryside passed in a blur of yellow and green as the express train whizzed towards London. Sitting in a business class carriage near the front, Rachael shuffled her conference speech notes and rehearsed the talk again in her head. It was the millionth time she had read through her speech since she departing a rainy Edinburgh that morning. MediaTrax 2018 would attract the biggest movers and shakers in t...

I look at myself in the mirror as I get ready. Denim shorts and a white tee covers my slender figure; the nerves clear on my face. ‘What is a gorgeous woman like her doing with a girl who looks like she’s still in high school?’ I take a deep breath and pick up the single red rose I got her, before heading out the door. As I leave to meet up with her, I remember the first night we met.***I had been feeling lonely that nigh...

Your thoughts arouse sweet temptations, sendingA wave of quiet rapture rippling through my heart,My body yearns for your delicate caresses,The last dance we had lingers on my mind.You make me quiver, I go weak at the knees,The sparkle in your eyes enthrals me,The midnight calls to murmur sweet nothingsSaying, 'I love you' in your mellifluous voice.I remember the dulcet tones and melodies we sharedWhen you whispered, 'you...

I woke up crying again this morning. I had another dream about Ben. The man I was with for almost two years. The man I planned on spending my life with. It wasn't an ordinary relationship. I met him online and we became fast friends. Talking day after day about anything and everything.The main problem with this relationship was that I am married. Ben lived in a different country so there was never a real physical relation...

One was never enough for her,One snuggle, one "I love you", one kiss, She could never get close enoughCrawling closer and closer as they slept Leg tossed over his, Her head on his chest Listening to his heart Hand on his cock feeling his warmthWanting to crawl inside himSo she could be everywhere with himHer love so deep for himOne was never enough,One hour with him, one month, one yearEach time his cock slid inside herSh...

It’s been weeks since we were together. Time has crawled by and my thoughts are still on our last phone conversation. Randy spoke of many things and reminded me to pick him up at the airport.  As I stand in the gate terminal waiting for him to arrive, I see him instantly; he has his duffle bag slung over his shoulder and is wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He is scanning the terminal trying to catch a glimpse of me. I am stan...

“Get your ass up, lady.” Harlee snapped at me. “You have been sulking around here since Jake dumped you, and I’m getting freaking sick of it. We’re going out tonight, and you’re going to enjoy yourself if it fucking kills me.” I opened my mouth to argue, but she shut me up with a snap of her fingers. “Don’t you dare make any excuses. You’ll wear my clothes. You are doing this, Taylor.” “Harlee,” I whined. “I don’t know if...