You entertain me. The conversation has flowed as easily in person as it did when we were chatting online, and follows the same, random pattern. It's intriguingly odd at the same time though- I can't tell whether you're actually flirting with me or not. Sure, we have stumbled across the odd dirty topic during the time we've spent talking, but it's all seemed...
Quietly entering the darkened room, I listen for your breathing to tell me whether or not you are sleeping. The moonlight, almost completely hidden by the clouds, barely lights the path from the door to the bed, where you are sleeping on your side, facing the window. I have missed you, longed for you, and now that you are here I cannot bear to be away from...
My husband, Steve, and I met in college in another state. After graduation, we moved to the small rural community where he grew up. He was popular in High School, and was dating Anne, who is now the minister of our church. When Anne's husband was killed in a car wreck, Steve was there to comfort her. Old feelings and her loss, and well, one thing led to anot...
I send you a text saying "In town, come to Holiday Inn Room 101, now". You arrive at the door, not knowing what to expect. You hesitate to knock and push against the door with your fist to find that the door is ajar. I am there awaiting your arrival and I grab you, pulling you into the room wearing nothing but a black sheer teddy with the breast semi-cut...
You were out working in the yard today, some project of building a deck. I worked inside, protected from the warm sun, cleaning the kitchen thoroughly. Every so often, I glance up and see you – shirtless, skin tanning nicely. I hear the faint hum of the saw as you cut another piece of wood, and I see you wipe sweat from your brow. I glance to the rear of the...
It was one of those really hot and sticky summer days. The type you only get in England, which brings humidity, a desire not to be at work but down the pub in good company and with a nice cold drink. Maybe a bit of warm rain soaking through ones clothes then back home for some hot, steamy, sticky sweaty sex with a gorgeous smelling bloke. Instead I was stuck...
I heard her distinctive engine note coming down the street: Cassie was home for the summer. This would quite likely be her last summer in her hometown, for she had one final year of college remaining. She was strongly considering grad school -- at least, that had been the plan when she had come home during Spring Break -- so perhaps she might be around nex...
I was always a believer in love. But at 18 years old, being five foot ten inches tall with sandy brown hair and a rather skinny physique, it was kind of hard to picture myself with anyone. Apart from my occasional casual relationships and the drama associated with them, I led a very boring existence. Actually, the only thing that made me stand out from any o...
I had last briefly seen her in early October, when I had been in the area for a business trip and taken her out to lunch. Now, to have her in my presence again filled me with joy, for my daughter had come home from college for the holiday break, her presence dispelling the emptiness which typically filled the house. As we date dinner, I gazed upon her fond...
It takes me a long time to dress. The lingerie is easy. The other stuff is harder. He keeps texting me to confirm times, tell me he's on time, tell me he can't wait to see me. I like walking out into the night not knowing how things will go. Where we will go to first, if he'll be in a good mood, where we'll end up, how we'll feel at the end of the night. I l...