Thankfully, you don’t make me wait much longer. I hear the knock and I take a deep breath. I stand up from the couch and head for the front door. I glance at my reflection in the mirror in the entryway. I stand up straight, admiring the shape I’ve kept myself in and determined to erase any thoughts that this afternoon’s discovery had anything to do with me. I’m going to prove to myself that I’m every bit as sexy as I’ve a...

I sit on the couch sipping red wine. I go back through the text strings, again and again, trying to see if there are any more hints, anything else that is going to tell me whether I’m about to get an opportunity I’ve been hoping for, or if I’m going to get a very platonic present and at best a hug. I put the phone down. I’ve reread today’s texts at least a dozen times. Nothing is certain one way or the other, and that isn...

Me too. You still owe me a present for my birthday. I know it’s probably a bit suggestive and might raise your wife’s eyebrow if she read it, but it’s not that bad. And it’s definitely not as bad as me telling you that I just came so hard wishing you were fucking me, or sending you a picture of the lingerie I’m wearing, or the curve of my ass in this pencil skirt. When I think of it that way, your wife should fucking than...

How are things going in the office? I look at your text again.  I’ve written and erased a reply probably a dozen times.  I’m so touched that you remembered my birthday and reached out.  I’m a little giddy that you remembered my birthday even after leaving the office.  I keep trying out replies.   The new guy is such an asshole.  No, too bitchy. The new guy sucks compared to you.   Too kiss ass I wish you were still my bos...

I finally looked up to survey the room. After struggling to hold the door open while pushing my laundry basket inside, I instantly felt my face blush as I recognized the woman who was folding her lingerie quietly in the otherwise empty room. It wasn’t the fact that her sexiest lingerie was strewn across the table between us that caused my mouth to lose the ability to utter a simple greeting; it was the fact that two night...

The glow from your phone illuminates the contours and angles of your face, skin damp, pulse soaring as your husband snores beside you. You thumb the screen, scrolling through the message stream. Words jump out at you. Snatches of racy conversations. ...instantly wet clutching heat gasping into the room ache for you... Your free hand brushes naked, bare pussy lips and you flinch. Can scarcely believe how wet you are for th...

The Monday sales meeting was dragging, as usual, and the only thing getting me through it was the constant stream of texts I was receiving from Jane.The latest was, 'don't forget to pick up my suit from the dry cleaners. please get it here on time you might get a special kiss before I go xx'Jane was being picked up by her area manager, Rob from our house around two o'clock and they were off to their annual conference bein...

She is such a fucking tease, but truth be told, I love it. No matter how much I want to relieve myself and right now the need is almost painful, I know I won’t because in some ways I’m just like Sarah. I want to prolong the sweet agony for as long as I possibly can. Besides I’m beginning to enjoy the exhibitionist side of this too. It’s not only the risk of being caught, nor watching Sarah expose herself to me and to comp...

"TYSON" I woke up to the sound of my scream. Drenched in sweat, and shivering due to the emptiness of my bed. When he left for the week I didn't realize how hard it would be. I rested my head back on my pillow, looked across the bed to his side of the bed, grabbed his pillow and showed it between my legs. 'I need something of his between them' I thought to myself. Tyson is my boyfriend he had dark brown hair and beautiful...

James was finishing yet another bar shift at the hotel. It had been a long week and tomorrow the guests were going home. The last guests wobbled up the stairs having had one too many benny and hot waters and muttered their good nights. James sighed with relief and started to lock reception up, the soft lights in the bar making his eyes lower with tiredness. He was thinking how much housekeeping needed to be done when his...

The sudden buzzing distracts me from my work. I glance across my desk, watching my cell phone light up and twitch as it vibrates again. A smile instantly brightens my face. I know exactly who it is and what the text message will say.I get up from my chair, crossing my office to push the door closed. Returning to my desk, I pick up my phone, flipping it open. "1 text message," it reads. It sends a tingle shooting down from...