Not my husband's hands lifting my hips, not my husband's cock inside me. Just skin on skin, the wet slap of me meeting him, meeting him, Harder, Every muscle pulled wire-tight, oh fuck, so close, right there, right fucking there, Fuck me harder, And I break, flood him, soak him, slick and hot and shameless, almost like pissing, His groan, oh god, I knew what was coming, Cumming, Jaw tight, eyes gone, wrong week, wrong man...

The fire crackled softly in the background as the room seemed to hold its collective breath. Flickering light danced across the faces of the four, casting a warm glow that deepened the intimacy of the moment. John glanced between Joanne and Cathy: their cards still face down. His pulse quickened with anticipation as Val stepped forward, her energy commanding yet playful. “Well,” Val said, her voice lilting with excitement...

We arrive at the restaurant just as dusk paints the sky in soft pinks fading to violet. The hostess offers us a seat on the patio to catch the last stretch of sunset before moving inside. Your hand settles firmly around my waist as we follow her past two other couples. She leads us to a curved booth at the end of the dock, secluded just enough, and you slide in close beside me. Drinks are ordered, the waiter disappears, a...

I was the pursuer at first. But on that night we found ourselves alone, respective spouses having gone to bed hours before, she needed no coaxing to sit in my lap. Such power in her kiss, in the way she thrust her tongue into my mouth. Her teeth greedily seized my lower lip. Passion granted me the gift of prognostication. For this woman, I would surrender everything: my marriage, my home, my reputation. And my lover? She'...

Cathy stood before John, her chest rising and falling with quickened breaths, her heart racing so loudly she wondered if he could hear it. The firelight danced across her flushed cheeks and the faint sheen on her skin, a visible sign of the storm within. Her hands trembled at her sides. Though she stood tall, her vulnerability was unmistakable. John’s eyes softened as he noticed the slight tremor in her shoulders. He step...

John stepped into the kitchen, the soft glow from the overhead light contrasting with the flickering warmth of the fire in the other room. He gathered the cards Cathy had requested, his mind swirling with thoughts that tumbled over each other. Joanne’s taunting line about throwing in more than a towel echoed in his ears, accompanied by Val’s playful declaration about sharing the spotlight. He couldn’t help but smile at th...

The evening began like so many others: my husband, Mark, and I gathered around the table with Jack, laughter and the clink of glasses filling the air. The sun was setting, casting golden light through the window and painting the room in warm, honeyed tones. Mark and Jack had been friends since university. They bonded over late-night study sessions, football matches, and wild nights out. Over the years, Jack became a regul...

On a crisp winter evening, the crackling fire lit up Cathy's living room, casting warm, flickering shadows that danced over the walls. It was only their third date, but already an easy intimacy wrapped around them, as comforting as the cozy ambiance. Between them, the backgammon board lay ready, the pieces gleaming in the firelight. "You ready? High roll goes first," John said, leaning back with a relaxed smile, clearly a...

Chapter 1 The other cheerleaders at school elect Karen to head cheerleader for the following school year! She is ecstatic, to say the least. She rushes home after school and tells her mother, when she walks in the door, “Mom, I got it! I am the head cheerleader!” Her mom hugs her, and tells her congratulations, that she is following in her older sister’s footsteps, as Donna too was head cheerleader. Karen rushes upstairs...

As dusk fell, the shadows deepened in my car. Morgan sat in the passenger seat, and when I glanced over at her, I found she was watching me, a smile playing upon her glossed lips. She seemed perfectly at ease in the silence between us, whereas I was gripping the steering wheel with sweaty palms. Not for the first time that evening, I asked myself what the fuck I was doing. Morgan was eighteen, my daughter's age, yet they...

Legend said if a man lay naked on the riverbank beneath a waxing gibbous moon, she would emerge from the water to please him, but he must keep his eyes closed or the fearsome creature would steal him away. He waited at night, eyes closed, and she rewarded him with her tongue, her suckling lips, her throat that took his entire length. Her damp hair brushed against his skin. As she eagerly swallowed his seed, he realized th...

An hour after my parents went to bed on Christmas night, I crept down the hall past their closed door and then took the stairs, my steps swift and almost silent. I wore a pink babydoll nightie, which was way too skimpy for the end of December, but I knew I'd be getting hot soon enough. I was home for winter break during my junior year of college. In just a few months, I'd turn twenty-one, so I was plenty old enough to kno...

The laptop screen flickered and she appeared dead centre, settling back in her office chair. "Hi." I adjusted the screen angle a little and leaned back in mine. "Tabby." Tucking a tawny strand behind her ear, she flashed an impish grin that would lure a monk from celibacy. "I'm, uhh," she mimed air quotes, "working late again." "What a coincidence. Me too." She glanced away to where I knew her office door was set between...