Storage closet Stories

She was a vision. In the halogen lights above the radio station’s garage, her golden hair glowed white. Her eyes flickered with unrestrained passion. She stared up at him, teeth bared, her eyes for him and him alone. “Hey, dumbass. What do you call this?” Stephen stared down at the bundle grasped in her hands. “Those are…” he bit his tongue, “…wires?” “They’re cables. You have to coil them. You can’t tie them off like fuc...

Though I hadn’t technically gotten my coworker, Sam, to agree to the threesome I proposed, my hubby was exceptionally turned on by the fact that I’d been brave enough to ask. So much so that he couldn’t keep his hands off me that night. Admittedly, having the attention of two sexy men was exhilarating and made me feel incredibly desired. Having them at the same time sounded delicious. While I was treating my hubby to my f...

As I was celebrating my tenth anniversary with my beautiful wife, I happened to glance up toward the door. I stopped mid-sentence and gawked uncomfortably at the redhead standing near the hostess stand. Her hair was shorter, falling just over her shoulders rather than teasing the top of her ass as it once had. It had been fifteen years since I’d seen her, but it felt like fifteen minutes. “Hey, earth to Gary,” a voice int...