"How far do you really want me to go?" she whispered. Gina had never dreamed that she would find herself in this situation when she and Klaus had tossed about the idea of actually acting on their intimate fantasies a month previous. They were in the throes of passion at the time and both had thought that night’s sex chatter was just pre-orgasmic dirty talk. But here she was … The phone was shaking in her hands, matching t...

It's been a while, so our kisses are timid, as if we never kissed before. The taste of her lips brought back memories of recent liaisons. Then came a flood of want and need. Kisses transitioned from timid to passionate. Hands traversed familiar curves as we pressed against each other. Each breath became one, each heartbeat quickened. Kisses intensified, tongues entwined in a dance that's been around for millennia. Then it...

She came home wrong The mattress still holds the shape of where Suzie should be. John lies in the hollow she left behind, naked, one arm flung over the empty side like he could will her back by touch. The clock on her nightstand glows 1:17 a.m. Her last text sits open on his phone: Staying at Lisa’s, love you. He has reread it twenty-three times tonight, thumb hovering over the heart he sent back, the one that now feels o...

It is Saturday morning and I’m doing housekeeping chores. A white T-shirt, nearly transparent with wear, and lavender sleep shorts. No kids home, so no need for a robe or a bra, and I don’t have to get dressed 'til noon. I love these loose layers that let the sun and breeze touch my skin. I love my body, and I appreciate the reminder that it was made for fun as well as work. I love the music, how it moves me, flowing thro...

Elena was guided by a firm, unyielding hand down a red-carpeted aisle, her high heels clicking against the floor. The room was vast, with a stage at the far end, surrounded by a sea of faces—mostly men, their eyes hungry and eager. Her heart pounded in her chest as she was positioned at the center of the stage. The auctioneer began with a booming voice, "Elena, 25, Executive Assistant." The room grew quiet as her cheeks b...

Waves washed up around my feet as I walked along the beach. I paused and knelt, studying a hermit crab. A shadow fell over the little creature. “You seem fascinated by the crabs,” said a female voice. She had an accent, perhaps Eastern European. I turned toward the shadow. At a guess, the woman was around thirty. She was nearly my height and quite curvy. A skimpy bikini barely contained her large, heavy breasts. Dark blon...

_______________________________________ They talk about love at first sight. This was lust at first sight. He was talking to someone else at the Christmas party, then turned towards me in mid-sentence – and stopped. Likewise, I froze, forgetting the people around me, a pussy caught in his headlights. He moved over, looked into my eyes, then said, “Shall we go?” All I could do was nod. Once at his place, he turned to me an...

What started out innocently enough quickly turned into a fantasy for both Joanne Smythe and her sixteen-year-old neighbor, James Montgomery. The recent divorcee got him to trim her lawn and handle other intimate chores. She enjoyed watching her hormonal neighbor attempt to not stare at her jutting breasts as she discussed a summer job for him. Her tight T-shirt and silky shorts on her voluptuous body resulted in a raging...

It was a week before Christmas, and the office decided to participate in a Secret Santa. This is when the train goes off the rails. The day after we drew names, I was greeted with a strange but welcome present on my office desk. In the middle of the desk was a Christmas gift bag with the image of a sexy Mrs. Claus. I looked around to see if someone was watching as I opened the bag, and to my surprise, there was a note and...

Jill lives next door; she is married to Jim. We had agreed that we would go to Meadowhall, a shopping mall near to Sheffield. We wanted some new outfits; it would soon be spring, and the summer clothes would be gone from the shops. It was now or never. Jill was driving; I was navigating. Meadowhall isn’t that difficult to find; it is bigger than some villages and is signposted from the motorway, but Jill liked to be direc...

She had hardened into silence. Stone was not meant to sense the turning of seasons, and yet she did. She knew the warmth of summer by the way no one lingered in the air made heavy by heat. She knew the cold quiet of winter by how sound thinned, and candles burned more slowly. A monolith surrounded by flickering light, she stood at the alter as she always had—hands open, eyes slightly lowered to witness devotion. They came...