It was four in the morning, and I was incredibly turned on. The room was dimly illuminated by starlight and the glowing green numbers on the alarm clock. I could hear rain spattering the window and the soft snores of a half-dozen of our friends. His hand was on my hip, and I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. A few hours ago, our group was ordering a final round at the bar. He and I had flirted before, but...

K and B had been looking forward to their romantic weekend away for months. They had been married for five years, and between raising their two young children and managing their busy careers, time alone had become a rare luxury. So, when Tom suggested the once his employers left London after the summer and returned to India that they book a weekend getaway to a cozy country hotel in the south downs, K jumped at the opport...

The tall, blonde woman emerged from the crowd as if they moved aside just for her. She looked intently at me as she approached the bar. I gazed into her strikingly blue eyes, confused for a moment because why would she be headed towards me? Maybe she was looking at the bartender behind me. But no, she came right up to me, sparking in my heart a little flutter of panic with a slight twinge of excitement. "Hi, I'm Lauren. C...

“Well,” said Vianne, slapping her palms against her muscular thighs in that definitive way that I’d been dreading. “We’ve got an early morning ahead of us.” “Of course, of course,” said Debbie, one of the two older American women resting at the near edge of the pool, with a margarita perched on the tile rim between her hands. Debbie’s wife, Diane, nodded beside her and reached up to my deck chair to squeeze my hand, and r...

My boyfriend went on a golf staycation with his friends for the weekend and today is his last day. To say that I’ve missed him would be an understatement. I love my free time as much as the next person, but I also love and thoroughly appreciate spending time with him. So I decided to plan a little surprise for him when he came home. I cleaned our house, went to Costco, bought all the of groceries to make his favorite dinn...

I step out of the shower just as my phone vibrates on the counter. I reach for it, dripping water on the fogged up screen as I slide my finger from one side to the other to unlock it. A smile breaks out across my face as I read her text. Elana: Just landed. Should be home in about a half hour. Butterflies erupt inside my belly. She’s only been gone a week, but my God, I’ve missed her so much! I almost feel ridiculous, bei...

It was July 1974, and I was hitchhiking in France—from Calais to Venice, specifically. I spent the first night in a half-finished house in Moulins and was woken by the workers arriving at 7:30. They laughed and waved goodbye as I guiltily rose, pulled on my jeans and scrambled away. I hailed a ride in a truck, and the driver dropped me on the outskirts of Lyon alongside the Rhone River. Busting to use the toilet and needi...

“Thank you so much, Heather,” Jimmy’s mom apologized as they stood on the porch. “I know it’s a bit unusual, but obviously, at Jimmy’s age, we couldn’t call any of his old sitters.” “Don’t worry,” Heather reassured her. “I’m happy to keep an eye on him.” “We’ve had these tickets for months, but Jack was talking about canceling! When Karen mentioned you were home for the summer, it seemed like a perfect fit. I remembered J...

It was just another typical late spring weekend, and I had been aware for about a week that my dad was organizing a cookout and small celebration for family friends, relatives, and some of my close friends. The evening would also include poker and drinking, a routine activity for my dad since my parents’ divorce over a year ago. By mid-afternoon, the majority of the guests had arrived, and the food was being served. Adult...

Jim Miller smiled at his daughter who was sitting across from him at the breakfast table. Sarah had blossomed into a beautiful young lady, one that had become popular with the boys at school. Jim often wondered what she did with them on dates. Did she let them feel her fully developed breasts? Probably. Was she getting fingered? Maybe. What about sucking their cocks? Isn’t that what boys expected these days? There was als...

Chapter One The door opened, and Taylor sprinted inside Tabitha’s bathroom to pee. “Damn, girl, slow down,” Stephanie laughed, falling on me as we went inside. Tabitha guided us to the modest living room where, in my drunken stupor, I had to laugh. “Ta-da!” Tabitha put on display with her hands. In the center of her living room was a silver stripper pole that was screwed into the floor and the ceiling. “What do you think?...

Honor gave in to the impulse and brought them to a stop before they left the cloakroom so she could kiss him and lick around his lips again, easily because her ridiculously high heels made it unnecessary to go on her tip-toes. She had 'cleaned' him up before they left the cloakroom, using her tongue to eliminate any trace of her cum and his from his member, and she imagined she could taste it all on her tongue as she lave...