As I step out of the bath, the air feels cooler. My skin, still warm and damp from the steamy waters, pricks at the new sensation of the breeze sweeping through the beach house. Walking into the living room, my bare feet pads on the hardwood floor as I make my way towards the open French doors letting in the ocean breeze from the patio. The view is incredible, with the bright full moon reflecting off the waters, and the w...

If I were a freckle, I'd be the one on a particular place on your chest Or the two on your bicep, just above your breast. But if I were a ring, would you place me on one of your fingers or toes? Or would I be so lucky to be placed in a beautiful place, on your face, your nose? What if I we your luscious black hair, would I adorn your head, Or would you kindly and lovingly place me down there? What if our meeting held some...

It was still dark when I woke up Saturday morning. I felt my Sweetheart stirring next to me. I kissed her on her cheek, and she mewed. She touched the side of my face. “Mmmm, good morning, Lover,” Cynthia said. “Don’t tickle me, please. This is urgent.” She slid out of bed and scooted into the bathroom. I heard some movement and water running in the bathroom. A few minutes passed, and Cynthia emerged, hair framing her fac...

Mitch stirred in the middle of the night, waking me from a deep sleep. From the rapid movement of his eyes behind closed lids and his indistinguishable mumblings, I assumed he was in the middle of a dream. He didn't seem distressed, making me think he wasn't having a nightmare. I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. As I sat there in the dark, waiting for my bladder to empty itself of the Coronas we had earlier, I...

Driving to work the next morning, I was assessing my situation. According to Cynthia, our relationship began around the first of February. October would be eight months. Usually, couples celebrate six months or a year, but eight months is a bit unorthodox. Our relationship has been unorthodox. How do you explain you met your girl by hiring her as your live-in maid? Sounds kinky. I usually stop at the coffee pot on my way...

The early evening sky was aglow with subtle hues of lavender and blue, and the air had a frosty chill as I steered the Benz into the entrance of the underground parking lot at the Grand Hotel thirty minutes before I was to meet Mr. Sebastian in the lobby. "Evening, madam," the valet said as he walked to the driver's door. He opened the door for me, and as I slipped out, his eyes traveled up from my white stilettos across...

The sound of a gas engine running woke me again, but this time, bright sunlight was streaming through my bedroom windows. Stretching my muscles before I flipped the comforter off my naked body, I slipped out of bed. As I walked toward the window, I glanced at my alarm clock; it was ten forty-five. The engine noise that woke me was coming from Chuck's lawn mower. He was in the backyard cutting his grass, which probably did...

The long-awaited day of the reunion was finally here. At two on the dot, the six of us invaded the Ole Irishman’s Pub and Grill. The girls were all wrapped around each other laughing and hugging. Since we didn’t exist, Andrew, Tommy, and I introduced ourselves to each other. They thanked me for financing the party but said they would leave a nice tip. It was the least they could do. I didn’t want them to, but they insiste...

Chapter One Hundred-Seven As the weeks passed, Grace made several strategic moves to prepare for the birth of the daughter she and Mac so eagerly awaited. Having decided to take some extended time away from most of her duties as COO, she wanted to have certain things arranged ahead of time to ensure things continued to run smoothly. It was no surprise to Mac that Grace had planned for just about any scenario. His wife had...