On Tuesday morning, June 20th, I left the abba Rambla hotel and, after a brief moment of hesitation, turned right. It made no difference either way. I had an extra day left of my business trip, and my flight wasn't until tomorrow, so I had the whole day to myself. This was my second time in Barcelona, but I was too busy to go for a walk the first time, so it did not really count. I didn't have a plan. I just wanted to wan...

As I've moved from place to place, from room to room, she has silently accompanied me. Painted by an artist long forgotten, she wears a crown of dark hair, her body sheathed in a scarlet dress. Beneath her watchful eye, I've touched myself countless times. She's privy to my deepest fantasies, those that dampen the sheet below me. Night after night, I grasp at ecstasy. Sprawled naked before her, I bask in her placid gaze....

The moment I step from the cab, it isn’t just my attire that attracts attention. I ooze sexual energy in the Wiccan-style huntress dress, with Grandmother's sixteen-carat garnet pinned close to my heart. As I strut to the curb and along the sidewalk, wives glare, sensing their mate’s lust for me. I’m the bitch; they’re the unneutered dogs, outlines of their erections visible in some of the pants I pass. But I’m no longer...

Justine left it a day. She didn't want to appear too eager or desperate. Also, it would give Corey a little time to readjust time zones, though he'd only been to the other side of the country. The day itself was torment. So many warring emotions. How would she pose for him? Would he expect professionalism or provocativeness? Would she strip from the outset or tease him? Did she want to pose completely naked for him? So ma...

Justine flicked her blonde tresses aside and wedged the phone between her cheek and shoulder. “I can meet you in a bit. Like, half ten? Mom reminded me to water Mr. Turner's plants early.” She scrabbled in her cutoffs for the key and lined it up with the back door lock, laughing. “Yeah yeah, that hot guy to our left.” She swung the door and stepped through into the kitchen, the most striking feature being it was so clean...

Heart pounding and hand shaking, I knocked, holding my girlfriend's birthday gift painting against my leg. What am I doing here? Sapphire eyes full of desire answered, eyes I'd soon see looking up at me, my cock between his lips. The vibrant painting had caught his eye at work, his hand lingering on mine as he complimented my art and invited me to see his. My hands in his soft salt and pepper hair, my hips thrusting, a gr...

You and Matt are invited to a party by a couple that you have known and trusted for quite a while. They are somewhat secretive about it, but they feel that you both will really enjoy it. The party is at a 'friend of a friend's place, at a huge house with an art gallery inside. Their parties always have some type of theme, and this one is a "Bare shoulder" party, in that all the women are supposed to have bare shoulders. Y...

“What the hell is that? We were supposed to paint a landscape or another shot of nature, and here are a few lines and spots that nothing comes out of,” Sarah mocked her friend. “Is it supposed to be a palm tree?” she asked sarcastically, pointing her finger at the shapeless thing on the canvas. Annoyed, Jenna rolled her eyes. “This is a tree. The most ordinary tree in the world. If you had waited a moment, I would have dr...

My time with the Captain built more self-esteem than confessing to an angel for forgiveness. I told Gabriel there was nothing wrong with him. Now, I told myself there was nothing wrong with me. The truth was different. It was a memorial that caused another. Who am I? The funeral was for an acquaintance, a minor ghost from the past. She attended Notre Dame with me but never rode in my Desoto. She looked me up after she mov...