She wanted him, had wanted him for so long, she could not remember a moment when the mere mention of his name had not tightened something in her, had not heated her blood. It mattered little that most of the time she could not stand him, that he was her boss’s boss, that he was her best friend’s brother. It had not even mattered when he had belonged to another woman. She had always wanted him. So why should it surprise he...

I awoke as I passed out, naked and spread-eagle on the bed. A knock on the door arose me from the post-fellatio slumber. “I ordered food while you sleep,” she remarked. The light streamed in as the door opened and I realized that she was still naked as well. The glory of her perfection framed by the light of the door roused me again. The gawking boy who held our food was speechless and frozen. He moved stiffly into the ro...

It was spring in Montreal and my friend Adam and I had just finished our last exam of the year. As planned, we met up afterward outside the library to go out for drinks. Unfortunately it was a Tuesday night, so it seemed that it would be a pretty low key celebration. Still we had to do something. We’d just finished another semester and more or less managed to maintain our focus during beautiful Montreal spring. I don’t kn...

"I'm glad you're here. My parents and sisters are out this night and you know how much I hate to be alone," she smiled, looking at Kay, but not at me. Of course she isn't happy to have me here. Who would be, if your ex-girlfriend of two years was suddenly invited to your sleepover by your best friend who conveniently forgot to tell you until the last minute? "What about Justin, Ina? Aren't you glad that she's here, too?"...

Em met him in the bar, during a break in the awards dinner she was attending. They chatted briefly and had a cigarette, and said they’d probably see each other at the bar again when next there was a break in proceedings. Or perhaps, he said, they could have a nightcap later. His name was Jean and he was French. He was a big man with a nice laugh and twinkling eyes. Em hadn’t met him before and wouldn’t again. He was from...

I lifted my gaze from the bottom of my fifth empty glass to see what was going on around me in the pub. My eyes didn't really focus though. I was thinking about what had happened earlier that day. I had walked to my boyfriend's house to wish him a happy birthday. I had a 'special' surprise present for him, if you get what I mean. But when I got there, some blonde chick had beat me to it. They were hard at it when I went t...

laughing, flipping her hair, sharing her thoughts, feeling "alive"morphing into longer looks, deeper thoughts, more intimacyfirst touch: as innocent as possible, as electric as everone car stayed parked, the other carried us both"my place or yours?" was in her eyesso I made her decision seem like mineI remember her purse hit the floor firstthen her blouse and skirt and shoesa blur at the time and maybe even nowher arched...

Rich had endured a long dry spell after he and his wife decided to end their marriage, having finally realized that they didn't have much in common or anything to talk about when they weren't fucking each other senseless. After two years of nearly continuous sex, divorce left him horny as a busboy in a titty bar. His happily married friends, Pete and Diane were tired of hearing him whine about it. One day Diane handed him...

Rays of long blonde curls Scent of sweet perfume Attraction followed distraction Drowning in blue almonds Butterfly in tummie whirls Lust contracting womb Her fingers taking action Sliding through my Venus highlands In union tongues twirl Weir of lust torn down Flooding fingers in reaction Glistening like diamonds Hungry tongue ready to unfurl Head disappears under her gown Inciting vaginal contraction Her ecstasy swampin...

This story takes place just before I moved to London. It took place in the last couple of days I was staying with my parents before taking most of my stuff to their house in Colorado. I had been talking with a girl named Kappi, with whom I had a bit of a history. I told her I would be coming down on a Thursday evening to see a play that several of our mutual friends were in. A little bit about Kappi. I had first met her i...

What if we had one night? Would it be enough? What would it be like? I have thought about it over and over. Every scenario has played through my head. Would it be a night of rough hard core fucking? Would it be a night of tender love making? Would it be a night of just holding each other and simply enjoying each other? I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would fall in love with a married man. Hell, my marriage end...

I watched him sleeping peacefully in my bed, the sheets twisted in all kinds of ways, his brown hair tossed carelessly and his mouth slightly open. He was lying on his stomach clutching the pillow. I smiled thinking of the night before. Our bodies pressed tightly together on the dance floor, the excitement as his hand slid under my barely-there dress. No one could tell that his fingers were pushed deep in pussy and each g...