They tell you in flight school that if your plane goes down, you should stick close to it. Between the distress call, the homing beacon, and the way it reflects the sun that can be easily spotted, it’s the safest place to be. That is, unless your cargo is five million dollars worth of heroin and your Cessna just took a nose-dive into the Sahara… in a country that executes traffickers. I didn’t have time to waste. Once I g...

I'd just returned home from another trip absolutely exhausted. It was only six days, but these six days seemed to take forever. I just thought, “Now I am home, and I will not be available for comment. Only my family can find me.” Without delay, I walked into our house and ran my bags upstairs. I unpacked and made my usual quick visit to the restroom. There was some important government business looming there that needed a...

Matt arrived home late, too late. He had been delayed on the train and delayed in traffic, and all he could think of was fucking some gorgeous ass. Squeezing his cock into a tight hole or two. Probably two if he knew his daughter well enough. When he did walk through the door, he was met by a flourish of kisses as Em ran into his arms. Sandra leaned on the kitchen door and watched them cavort in the hallway. The afternoon...

Chapter Sixty-One McKinley Stewart stood in his office, peering out the window, wondering what to expect from his moody, pregnant wife today. He realized it was more than pregnancy hormones causing her short tone as of late. She’d made it clear that she was less than thrilled about this baby and refused to allow him to tell anyone about it. “It’s too soon, Mac,” she’d insisted. “And honestly, I am still concerned that thi...

The afternoon sun poured through the sliding glass doors of the oceanfront condo like warm honey, gilding every surface in liquid gold. Kara stood on the lanai, the trade winds teasing loose strands of her sun-streaked auburn hair against her neck and carrying the mingled scents of plumeria, salt, and distant rainforest. Below, the Pacific stretched out in impossible shades of turquoise and sapphire, waves murmuring their...

I caught up to Mallory, still standing motionless in front of the elevator doors. She looked shocked. “So, were you able to catch your guest?” I asked. “I was,” Mallory replied. “And you gave him your number?” I asked. “I did,” she replied. “Something tells me that’s not all that happened,” I commented, providing Mallory with an opportunity to divulge what was said. “Well…” she began, "after we’d spoken for a few moments,...

It was the quickest turnaround in history. It was a rare occasion when Matt had to go into the office on any day, let alone a Friday. And a Friday when Em was off school. He did get the obligatory blowjob at the breakfast bar, and she made a point of kissing him with her mouth full of his spunk for good measure. But he had become accustomed to her doing that. She used to tell him that if she was going to swallow, then he...

I woke up hard. Not the usual morning wood that fades after a piss. This was different—thick, insistent, curving up against my stomach like it remembered last night and demanded a repeat. My sheets were tangled, damp in spots from sweat and leftover cum. Mia’s scent still clung to my skin: coconut shampoo, something faintly sweet between her thighs, and the musky trace of my own release on her hand when she’d wiped it acr...