“Good morning, beautiful!” “Good morning, handsome!” Haley replied, rolling over to face him. For her, waking up in the morning in Jack’s bed was the highlight of their first weekend together, despite the incredible sex they’d shared the night before. After a few light kisses on her lips, face, and neck, he pulled her in for a tongue dance, both fully aware of the erection poking her belly under the covers. “Mmm,” she hum...

The sound of the rain is plinking against the window pane – distracting me from my work. I’m frustrated today. Everything at work is coming to a head – leaving clients in a panic and coworkers scrambling (myself included). My recent move has me out of routine – the fixer-upper requiring a lot of effort before I can feel settled. The rain continues to plink against glass and my mind is drawn to imagining it against my skin...

Watching the trees pass, green fields, raindrops slide on the glass. Quiet, wet tires on wet road, wipers going, music. Green lands, cows, dots of sheep on a steep hill. I look at you, strong hands on the wheel, relaxed, watching ribbons of road, driving. I study your ear, the ways it curves and curls, where it is soft, your face in profile, your mouth, your hard jaw. The tickle of being watched disturbs you and you look...

Mesmerized, my pussy pouring out overheated nectar to the point of dripping down my legs, I watched my sexy, redheaded neighbor finger her pussy while she talked on the phone with my husband, John. I fingered myself as well, watching her, enthralled by her open sexuality. It was, after all, my fault. Feeling guilt and remorse over what I had done, I couldn’t believe Christy’s assurances that she had everything under contr...

It had been threatening rain for a while but when it came, it was sudden and torrential. People were scurrying around outside looking for shelter as forty-nine-year-old Denise Scott looked out of her window at the deluge. One person scurrying around that Denise noticed was seventeen-year-old Conor Monroe who lived next door to Denise with his parents Simon and Sheila. The weather had taken Conor by surprise because he had...

About two months ago, Phil Peterson completed an online survey for the hell of it. A few weeks later, he got a call and was informed that he had won a free trip to a Cancun resort for a family of four. Since it was just him and his son, Nathan, he invited his business partner and friend Jack, and his daughter Missy, to accompany him. Jack likewise wasn’t currently married, so it made sense for the four of them to go toget...

I’d like to say that I slept the sleep of the dead that night. I would be lying. I slept well although I did awaken several times, haunted by erotic dreams. I think I spent more of that night with my hands buried between my legs than I did with my head buried in my pillows. I also mulled over the effects of me surrendering to my desires might have on my friendship with Jen. She’s far from an angel. I honestly didn’t know...

I wake up disoriented with my head pounding, hungover from the sheer amount of alcohol I'd consumed last night. Stretching out in the bed with a yawn, I notice it's still dark, so I turn onto my front to go back to sleep, pulling the cover over my shoulders. It can't be later than seven at a push, and an extra few hours in bed before I deal with Liam is definitely what I need today. Annoyingly, the morning exercises begin...

It was raining before but it isn't now.I remember when I met you for the first timeIt was raining hard, the sky was grey,There was a spark between us in a momentWe talked of everything and nothing neither wanting this to end.We tumbled into bed togetherYou asked me to be brutal, it was something that you craved.I took you at your word and conquered,Every hole was claimed as My Domain.You sweetly called me Mistress, I felt...

The rain was torrential; droplets of water bounced off the pavement by nearly six inches which thoroughly soaked my stockinged feet. The open toe shoes did nothing to protect me and the skimpy one-piece dress that I was wearing was wet through. Even a single-celled amoeba could establish exactly what I was wearing underneath. The umbrella was a pointless addition to my attire, for whichever way I tilted it, I seemed to ge...