Greta Scarborough awakened that Monday morning with a steely resolve. She’d gone unfucked that weekend for what seemed the umpteenth time. Her husband Ned was a good man, and healthy. He just seemed disinterested. “I’m tired of flouncing around the house half-naked and getting no response. I’m too young for this shit.” Greta groused. She was, in fact, scheduled to be forty years old on her next birthday. Greta was determi...

"Hi Dave," came from a deep baritone voice on my phone, which came from a number I didn't have listed. He continued, "Your sexy wife is here with me, and might I say she's dressed like a hooker." "What, is this a joke?" Dave replied as his voice quivered. "No, Dave, this is no joke. In fact, this may blow your mind," the deep voice continued. Dave's phone pinged, indicating a text. Dave quickly shrunk the phone call on hi...

The following morning, Kat, Malik, and Janelle reported to the conference room for their briefing on the trip to Las Vegas. Kat did her best to remain professional as she listened to Bill talk, but sitting between her two sexy friends definitely led to a couple of minor distractions. It didn’t help that Malik kept glancing over at her with lust in his eyes, absolutely setting her ablaze inside. By the time Kat, Malik, and...

The anticipation hung in the air like a lingering shadow, permeating every breath I exhaled. It had been far too long since I last saw him—my IT guy. The one who kept my mind and body occupied with thoughts of our forbidden trysts. Work had been hectic lately, keeping me confined to my home office. Precious time wasted on mundane tasks, instead of indulging in the carnal pleasures only he could provide. But today, I had a...

Summer’s flight was scheduled to land at 7 pm, and I was supposed to pick her up at the airport forty-five minutes after that, so I was surprised – for more than one reason – when she walked into our place at 3 in the afternoon. “You’re early…” I began to speak and suddenly stopped, frozen mid-sentence. Summer stepped through our door, and was followed in by a tall black guy with shoulder-length dreadlocks. “Babe, this is...

Janus Yellow looked concerned. "Are we stuck on Fidelis Island?" Penelope, his wife, had just informed him that the impending storm had caused all the ferries to stop running. Janus lamented, “If the nudist show on the mainland hadn’t been cancelled, we would have been home by now.” “I know you were looking forward to that show, Janus, but we have been through this. The nudists told me that the venue they booked was too c...

In the days that followed my threesome of sorts with Summer and Maddie, I was worried that things would somehow change between Summer and me. They didn’t, and somehow that became the problem - eventually anyway. Summer was getting ready for law school, and knowing what a time commitment that was going to be she was making the best of her last days of carefree living. She went out more often than usual, sometimes on her ow...

Spring break arrived, and I was torn. It meant a break from studying but also meant Jasmine would be gone for two weeks. I did have things to keep me busy, like building my raised beds and working out, but it wasn't the same without Jasmine. I was wondering if I was falling in love. However, in the back of my mind, I debated whether I needed to explore the world more and graduate from college before settling down with one...

The phone ringing near midnight on a Tuesday night is rarely a good thing. My caller ID showed that it was an old friend of mine named Elena. We were close at one point but it had been nearly two years since we last spoke. Elena likes to drink, so I figured she’d had a few and was in a reminiscing mood. “Hey Elena, long time no speak.” “Were you sleeping?” “No, I’m in bed but still awake. Getting caught up on some work em...

The next morning I awoke to an empty bed and the smell of bacon cooking. I rose and peeked into the kitchen. There was my wife in her nursing scrubs at the stove. She turned and said, “Grab a quick shower; breakfast is almost ready.” We generally each make our own breakfast. This must be a sop to my bruised ego. I didn’t have time to shower and shave so I poured a cup of coffee and just sat down at the kitchen table in th...