Mid-Summer, 1995: This was not the typical hot summer night in Ohio. This time, there was an abnormally high temperature with much more oppressive humidity than usual. Additionally, these temperatures were not common this late. It was midnight and it was sultry. I decided to come back east and visit the people who were important to me. This was my last night in town and I was not going to leave without seeing my closest f...

I had just finished my conversation with Jennifer. That was it! I am committed, and there is no turning back. I have finally accepted what I have always known. Jennifer was the "One," and I knew it. I felt as if the weight of the world was lifted from my shoulders. On the other hand, I have embarked upon a new chapter that would rearrange my life as I knew it. I wasn't hiding behind sex anymore. This was very real. In the...

It's hard to believe I'm letting Emma talk me into meeting her for drinks tonight. I've been intentionally distancing myself from her because I don’t want her to know I have cancer. I can't bear to see the look of pity in her eyes. Maybe it's selfish, but I want her to remember the healthy and vibrant me, not some sick and dying woman, just a shadow of my former self. Thankfully, I feel good today. Although I'm starting t...

I'm one of the few male teachers at St. Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies, an exclusive and very expensive English private school for girls. I teach an upper year class of seventeen to nearly nineteen year olds. It's a voyeur’s paradise, as all my girls seem to be trying to outdo each other in wearing the thinnest, most boob-clinging school uniform white blouses, the shortest grey pleated skirts and the most sheer black...

Over the next year, so much changed. Cindy's mom remarried shortly after her divorce was final, and my mother remarried during the summer. Both our mothers chose younger men. Cindy's mom married a guy five years younger named Jonathan. My wonderful mother married Kent, who was closer to my age than hers. Fucking gross! "Cindy, your dad is hot!" I said. I know it made her uneasy, but I liked teasing her. Jonathan, or Jon,...

I’ve been using my local coffee shop for years. I was a patron long before my accident. Unfortunately, I now needed to walk with a stick permanently, which made carrying a tray loaded with coffee and a sandwich or a slice of something delicious something of a faff. On the plus side, all the staff know me, and they know my order, large Caramel Latte and diabetes be damned. It wasn’t uncommon for me to walk in, wave a greet...

Chapter Three Nine Months Past... I'd been meeting with clients for a couple of weeks when I got a text from Marla asking for a face-to-face after satisfying my last client. Marla had been great about letting me stash newly bought clothes and shoes in boxes I was stacking in the storage closet next to her office. There was no way I could explain these expensive and very risqué clothes to my mom. Dresses showing so much bo...

The scent of cinnamon and roasted turkey lingered in our cozy home as we prepared to host our very first Thanksgiving for both sides of the family. I was excited and thankful for the ornate tableware that I found in the local store. My husband, Paul, suggested my mother-in-law would particularly like them. I arranged the table carefully with vibrant harvest decorations, the promise of laughter, and shared stories hanging...

Sensually Sweet Lips voyage down silken curves My probing tongue parts engorged lips Inhale deep the scent of your lust Savoring the taste of yearning Discovering a hidden shy pearl Wetted fingers slide in exploring The burning, needy center clenching Gently teasing you G-Spot swollen Moans escape urgency builds Caresses become more feverish Hips rise off the bed Grind against my eager tongue Your curves twitch, spasm, mo...

Thursday Afternoon... Danny had been distant since our chess game Monday morning. One reason was because his gaming computer had been ready for pick-up on Tuesday. Knowing how much he'd wanted a computer that wasn't cobbled together from this-n-that, I'd sat quietly on his new couch reading Cosmo while he babbled on-and-on about computer shit as he set up the computer. He was childlike in his delight as his 'fantastic pro...