I woke the next day and found Jody gone. She left a note, on the counter, by the coffee pot and I picked it up reading, as I poured my first cup. "Scott, baby you were awesome last night! I'm not sure how to thank you but I'll figure out a way! I'll see you after work. Your Irish Rose!" I chuckled softly and walked into the living room. I spent a leisurely...
Too Much of a Good Thing: A Fantasy of Excess. Chapter VII A Lady of Surprises. I don’t know how long we lay there semi-comatose, but I regarded that interval at the time as the happiest moment of my life. The world was three people, the yacht the sea and the sky were their only companions, and the medium that bound them together was pure sex. Later...
The next morning I awoke before my alarm, destroying my plan of starting the day a half hour later for a little extra sleep. Despite the early hour and the late night I felt rested, if a little apprehensive. I lay in bed, letting my eyes adjust to the soft orange glow of the streetlamp outside my window, and tried to get my thoughts in order. It was going...
I heard the talk from the hallway, indistinguishable words fading even before I reached the break room door. Inside, three of my co-workers shifted in the silence, sipping cheap coffee. They were like most of the people here, still shunning me as the new guy. I wasn't sure if I should hold it against them. I was brought in because of flailing production and...
This was Denise's favourite time. The kids were at college and work, Bobby was also at work and she was all by her lonesome, laid out on the beach. She'd found a little corner, away from the few people that were there. And there wasn't many. On a Tuesday morning, most people had other things that they should be doing. The sun was already burning her body....
Shayna paced back and forth throughout the entire Suite while she nervously smoked the long thin cigarette. She occasionally stopped and peered into the mirror thinking that all of her hard work had gone to waste for tonight. She was dressed to kill and had no place to go. The red patent platforms with 5” gold colored stiletto spikes. Her long legs encased i...
This story involves consensual sexual activity between my wife and another man. If the genre is offensive to you, please look elsewhere for your reading pleasure; if not, please enjoy. * They had enjoyed each other twice before the ski trip: once in October at our hotel in San Diego when we had traveled south for a continuing legal education seminar I was...
Work keeps me away from home three weeks out of the month, which was probably the number one reason my marriage failed. Judy, my neglected wife, found someone else's cockles to warm. With a few divorced years under my belt, the memory of my naked wife underneath a sweaty stranger stopped making me nauseous, because I actually like sex, and now that I wasn'...
This story uses the same Sarah from "Summer Camping Trip", however, it is not necessary to read either before the other. I am a new writer, so please leave comments, good or bad, and I will accept them gladly. -------------- "Hmmmm" Sally let out a soft moan into the headrest of the masseur table. Ever since she past that age barrier of forty about five ye...
My hand seeks the comfort of your thigh, so strong and solid as the rumble of the engine fills my senses. You smile, but your eyes show concern as you tuck me beneath your chin, your warm breath filtering through my hair. "We don't have to go, you know. I don't want to put you through this..." "I know," I whisper, my voice a trembling hush against your thr...