It’s amazing how much a broken leg and a bit of guilt can change the dynamic of a household. Sean’s broken both his leg and left arm, but I’m the one reaping all the rewards. Technically, I should feel bad. The accident was kind of traumatic, for Sean. For the rest of us, it was mostly just stupid. A trolley. A hill. Four grown men acting like teenagers. And only one of them, my husband, ended up in a cast, moaning like a...

The man was a little buzzed, but not as much as the two women. They seemed fine in the club, dancing, laughing, talking loud to hear one another above the music. But when the three of them stepped out into the mild night on the way to the car, they were both a little loopier than he realized, one on either side of him, each clutching an arm and taking small, careful steps, punctuated by the occasional wobble. Of course, t...

"Oh yes, give it to me!" Heather squealed as I fucked her doggy style. She was on her knees with one hand bracing her and the other propped against the headboard of her bed as I pounded her from behind. I had both hands on her hips pulling her towards me as I fast-fucked her hungry hole. Then I grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and yanked her head back as if it were the reigns of a horse. I slapped her ass hard, l...

As Daisy and I sat on her couch, I struggled not to sneak glances at her cleavage, though it was plenty visible in the tight, low-cut top she wore. The temptation was hard to resist, as she was right next to me, staring down at her notebook. "So, I should conjugate the verb this way, Lee?" she asked. Before I could answer, she swiftly looked up. Feeling caught, I stammered and flushed bright red. The smile on her face mad...

I'll never forget that week with my friend Michael. We’d known each other since we were kids. We'd spent many hours together as boys with Michael's dad on his dad's boat, a small two-berth cabin cruiser he kept moored on an area of English waterways called the Norfolk Broads. Michael and I were now both twenty, both on university vacation, and for the first time ever Michael's dad had let us take the boat out ourselves fo...

"Another Friday night in this Podunk town," I sighed. Lying on Gage's bed, I stared up at the ceiling fan making its endless, indolent rotations. Stretched out beside me, Gage drove an elbow into my ribs. "Colby, you and I are going to grow old and die in this Podunk town." "Ah, you're probably right." Gage and I, both nineteen, had been born and raised here. After high school, we hired on at the factory where our fathers...

As Luke sped out of town and toward the Hall place, he feared he'd made a mistake by allowing Vanessa to come with him. The situation with Celeste had reached a crisis point, now rapidly spiraling out of control. He was willing to accept the potential risk to himself, but he had no idea how much danger Vanessa might face simply because she was at his side. Yet when he'd told her she should stay at the clinic, she wouldn't...

I stepped into an empty house that Saturday afternoon. Though I'd already guessed where my husband was, I still called out, "Aaron?" No answer. Releasing a sigh, I walked into the kitchen, which was just as silent. The window over the sink provided a view of our backyard, and I could see Aaron stretched out in the hammock we'd bought last year. Now that it was spring, he spent a lot of time out there. The hammock was larg...