Sarah and Jeff have been apart for nearly two weeks. The longest time apart since they were married. Come to think of it, since they met. Jeff was away on business and not due back for an entire week. Sarah was chomping at the bit to feel him inside her. Sarah had packed Jeff off on his trip with a collection of toys, a stroker, ball weights and a butt plug. The butt plug was his favourite, compact but packing a powerful...

She kicked the door shut with her heel, dropped her bag, and peeled out of her scrubs on the way to the couch. No words. No questions. Her black bra stayed on. Sweat clung to her chest. Her hair was loose, wild from twelve hours under a cap. She looked over her shoulder once and said, “Sit.” He sat. She climbed into his lap, straddling him in reverse. No underwear. Just bare thighs settling against denim, heat soaking thr...

Th-thump, th-thump, th-thump. The dryer was off again. Front leg, right side—always the same. My husband fixes it, I swear it breaks again on purpose. Total mystery how it keeps happening. Definitely not me accidentally nudging it out of alignment every time I do laundry. It’s just… that corner dips just right. Just enough to lean into. Just enough to feel the hum where it counts. The laundry room smelled like fresh linen...

It was the perfect weather for what I had planned: overcast, a soft drizzle falling like whispers. The streets were calm, hushed—an eerie contrast to the storm unfurling inside me. Each step I took sent the sharp click of black heels echoing off the wet concrete, trailing heat up my spine. Or maybe that heat was from what I wasn’t wearing. The trench coat clung to my body, cinched tight at the waist, guarding the secret b...

I watch her from where I pause as I enter the room. The way the late afternoon sun slants across her back, catching in the fine hairs along her shoulders. She is washing dishes at the sink, the slow, deliberate movement of her hands hypnotic. I step forward, noiselessly, and slide my arms around her waist. She does not startle. She has always known when I am near. "The water's warm," she murmurs, leaning back against me....

It was a beautiful spring night. Angela was coming over, so I had prepared dinner. When she arrived, she was a vision, clad in a form fitting, black athletic T-shirt that clung to her well endowed chest. Her T was tucked into a long black skirt that gripped tightly to the curves of her hips. We enjoyed dinner and a few moments of conversation. Since I had prepared the meal, Angela insisted on cleaning the dishes after din...

The Henderson's had thrown a successful party at their home, welcoming one and all with gallons of booze. George awoke, feeling the worst for wear, and looked at his half-asleep wife next to him in the marital bed. "Darling, I simply must ask you. Was it you I screwed in the bathroom last night?" Prue rested on her elbow and looked into the distance as her head thumped like a drum. She gave her husband of twenty years a c...

Ding Dong. The doorbell signaled that Grandma had arrived for Christmas Eve dinner. Donald opened the door and let her in out of the snow. “Merry Christmas Mom! Glad you made it here safely!” “Merry Christmas Donald, where are my grandkids?” she asked excitedly. “I need some help bringing in the food and a few presents.” “Kids, Gramma is here! Come help her bring stuff in!” After the kids and Grandma were settled in the l...