Chapter Thirty-Seven Mac woke up alone. He glanced at the clock and saw it was nearly 9:00 a.m. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so late. He wondered why Grace hadn’t woken him when she got up. He got up and threw on a T-shirt and boxers as he hadn’t bothered to put anything on after fucking his sexy wife in their incredibly comfortable new bed last night. He thought he’d find her in the library, but when he...

Madison woke up late on Saturday morning. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and noticed it was almost 11:30. She stretched as she thought about what happened the previous night. After attending the high school football game with Dennis, they headed to their favorite parking spot to fool around. Dennis had turned out to be a good and thoughtful lover. He did his best to see to it that she was satisfied. However, Ma...

  2nd October 2018   My mind was a whirr.  Had it really only been a day since my life had changed so dramatically? Since I’d been sitting minding my own business in a chatroom, trying to kill time on a boring, rainy Sunday afternoon?  When she had butted into my half-hearted conversation, intoxicated me with her words, captured my mind and then barely an hour later, my body. I had slept fitfully that night, my skin still...

I remember the way her soft hands gently squeezed my breasts. I remember how wet she made me. I remember how her fingers stroked my wet pussy, gently easing deep inside me. I remember how she knelt in front of me, lifting my dress and slipping my knickers down. I remember her expert tongue as she eased the orgasm out of me. I remember how she dug her nails into my buttocks as I was cumming. I remember my scream as the pai...

July 1822... Percy Shelley had been reckless ignoring the storm warnings, and the violent squall would not be outrun. Moments before tumultuous waves engulfed the Don Juan and its sailors, Percy shoved a book of Keat's poems into his pocket. Most appropriately, poetry would be this Romantic poet's last thought before his death on that fateful day. Adding to the trauma of their loved ones, the uncaring sea wouldn't spit th...

My name is Jordan and live in Brooklyn, New York. I live in a poor neighbourhood but there's no guns or anything like that. I live with my Mama since my daddy passed away. I go to community college as my mama wants me to have an education and not get into the life of crime and drugs. I try and not get into all that shit.  I was home alone one day while my mama was at work at the local grocery store. It was late at night a...

Following a torrid affair with a work colleague, I decided I had to leave my job and found a new one as an administrator in an office. It was a nice relaxed atmosphere, having mostly girls in the office as the guys were mostly out and about seeing customers. There were two girls that I worked closely with: one was a receptionist, Katie, who was the ideal person for a reception job being very outgoing and bubbly, and then...

I saw him every day on the subway. He was tall, dark, and sexy as fuck. But, while I consider myself reasonably attractive, I doubted very much he even noticed me. A tall man like that doesn’t see a woman who barely tops five feet, even with long red hair. Then one day, he wasn’t in his usual spot. I was disappointed, silly as it was, as I had convinced myself that this would be the day that I got brave enough to say hi....

Chapter Thirty-Three Grace sat curled up in her favorite chair in the library with a cup of tea and her laptop. Dominic’s flight wasn’t until later in the evening, so he and Mac were in the theatre room watching more Three Stooges and laughing like hyenas. Grace could only handle watching Moe poke Curly in the eyes so many times, so she’d opted out of the father/son bonding activity. When Bentley came into the room, Grace...

After our trip to the club in the North West, our sex life, which was already incredible, seemed to go to another level. Our passion for each other was insatiable, often ripping each other’s clothes off as soon as we got home from work or nights out. We discussed going back to the club, but between work, Jade’s studies and other stuff we did not have any weekends free. We kept in contact with Claire and Ray and they told...

She is home from her evening Of unexpected magic, Of spontaneous revelation. The bath fills slowly, sounding like a stream.   Memories of the night, newborn and fresh, Dance in the scented candle-flames Which stand like patient ushers  Guiding recent experience To nestle into her mind, seeking a home For ease of future access, To be revisited at will.   They will require no search, Burned as they will be into her consciou...