Meg waltzed in wearing a party hat—a conical thing with spiral squiggles, bright cherry sparklies, and a little spray of limp confetti at its peak. The silly thing looked quite good on her, actually. But then, everything looks good on her. Anything looks good on her. Nothing looks especially good on her. Whatever. You get the idea. She handed me a present,...
With eyes tightly closed, she raised her face into the warm water spraying from the shower head. She ran her fingers thru her flowing hair, soaking it thoroughly. Taking a step back, allowing the water to cascade over her voluptuous body, she worked a generous handful of shampoo into a thick lather. For several minutes her fingertips massaged her scalp as lu...
"Master! Master!" Sweetly moans the petite, red-haired catgirl that you pound from behind in the doggy style position; her back obediently arched while her long, red tail frantically moves from side to side. Her tight, dripping wet cat pussy lovingly clinging to your cock, guiding it deeper and deeper into her tunnel with every thrust of your hips....
Sex is a dull and pedestrian concept. Others might spice things up by nibbling away at the edges of monogamy. We never have, but how are you supposed to make love to the same person for the rest of your life? Even the words are wrong. To "make love" sounds clunky, as if some non-native English speaker were inviting you to make fuck. I love you all day, ev...
Jane knew all of my sexual fantasies, as I knew hers. We had been together for fifteen years and still led an active sex life. We were no prudes or shy about the subject and over the years had taken part in various threesomes and group sex. December the twelve. Myself and Jane had decided it was a good night to get a couple of bottles of wine and divulge in...
The building had her name on it. CLARE'S WORLD. Of course it did. It was her empire, built up from potholders sold at parties to a multibillion dollar "lifestyle industry." She understood people and knew how to get or make what they wanted. Her pots and pans were in the most upscale houseware stores. Her gardening boots were sold at Z-Mart. There were three...
-one- I got undressed, climbed into bed, turned the light out and tried to go to sleep. It wouldn't work. I kept thinking about her, how it all started, and the worst part, how it all finished. No, don't think about that, I told myself, think about making love to her, think about the sweet times. But that only made it tougher to sleep, and it was no use no...
At the knock on the door, Stephen Wagner looked up, then put down his textbook, The Ethno-Geography of Prehistoric China. He crossed the small dorm room, unlocked the door, and peeked outside. A young woman stood at the entrance, smiling back at him in the light of a single bulb glowing in the hallway. Stephen smiled back. "Oh. Hi, Amber." "Hi, Steve. Is y...
Dear Miriam: Not a week has gone by that I haven't thought about our times together in college. I hope that you don't mind terribly that I have sent this letter to your parents' house, but I have no other address, and would really like to get in touch with you. I am married to John, who you met in college, and am quite happy. He is choir director at Ebene...
It was a quarter to 3 in the morning. Harris Craig, early morning TV anchor in Kansas City, was sitting nude at her bedroom vanity. She was getting ready for work. She leaned into the lights around the mirror, stretched her neck and gently ran a hand from her chin down her throat to her collarbones. She was looking at the distinctive bruising: a thumb shap...