After hearing sobbing noise from Patty's bedroom, Jerry moves his ear to the shut door to hear what is wrong. He first gets angry when he hears his wife, Jo, accuse him of cheating. But the words he hears after that causes arousal. He very quietly opens the door just a crack to see what is happening. He knows that he will have hell to pay if he gets caught,...
The tennis ball lobbed straight over the net, I stretched for it with all of my might, and still I couldn't meet the ball. Damn, lost another game to Annette. After losing a set of tennis, I was tired, sweaty and frustrated. She beat again. We're still great friends, and our Sunday tennis game is just friendly competition between us. We headed to the clubhou...
For context, please read "The Wall" Comments and criticism always welcome - JJS Harshaw Joy's Friend "Uh...Vicki, this is Melanie Craig. I'm a friend of Joy's." There was a pause and then a groggy "hmmmm" on the other end of the line. "I'm sorry...I'm a morning person." The voice was husky with sleep. "No. Ummmm, no, that's ok. I was just going...
Authors' notes: First it's important to note, this is not a work of fiction. It's the true story of my wife's and my life. Therefore some parts of the story don't have the perfect sexual fantasy fulfillment that you might be looking for. However, our truth is still very erotic it's my hope that our readers will find the real story more powerful and sexually...
A note from Christina. Thanks for selecting to read this. If you read Part 1 I hope you enjoyed it, but if you have not, I would recommend that you do. ***** Summers are for Decadence Part 2. Jane I realise that we are both bi and we enjoy that. So did you enjoy the party?" Jane asked when we had a drink after work in the agency on the Tuesday after the...
This is something of a sequel to my earlier story, "Social Sex Ed," but written so that you can hopefully understand it even if you haven't read the earlier story. * The elevator doors opened and we stared at each other in shock. We stood there for so long, both stunned, that the doors started to close and I quickly put a hand in to stop them. She stepped...
It was 2006 when I first met Arlene at a Christmas party at a mutual friend's house in Seattle's Queen Anne neighborhood. Across a crowded room, with Leonard Cohen's "First We Take Manhattan" playing discreetly in the background, I spotted her leaning against the fireplace, lips curled in a half-smile, tall and full-bodied in her late 40's. She had shoulder...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Just a flash story. A dark and sordid little flash story, not to be taken too seriously. ***** Michael Bae marched back and forth in front of his first period Earth Sciences class. He pointed to Lee Phillips. "The diamond is an example of what type of...
My best friend Paulina and I had a lot in common except for one thing, chemistry. We were in the same class for that subject and while she was excellent in it, I was terrible, struggling with homework and lab. Paulina was nice enough to help me whenever possible. Our midterm was coming and she tutored me as best as possible, but I was still struggling, the...
For the life of her, Fiona Barrymore could not imagine why she kept attending these things. She had been with Spicer Industries for longer than she cared to remember, working her way up from receptionist to senior vice-president, and yet she could not remember a single Christmas party that was anything more than a wonderful cure for insomnia. The one and...