As far as crème brûlée goes, it was quite nice. A petite serving, it was probably intended for a single diner, but it was the ideal choice for sharing. The top was perfectly done, thin and wafery, sitting atop a thin custard that was smooth and delicious. Very smooth. Very delicious. As we finish the crème brûlée, I become, again, acutely aware of our prox...
It was a beautiful day in late spring. The sun was warm, the breeze cool and the air clear. Stanley walked away from his bus toward a small beach-side cafe a hundred yards east of where he'd parked up; a nice cup of tea his reward for a service well done. He'd take his time, give it a half hour - no, forty five minutes - to be on the safe side. He knew his p...
As she drove home from work, she used her long commute to plan her surprise. She loved surprises. Never really grew out of them, like cartoons and balloons. But this surprise was, shall we say, of a more adult nature. It wasn't like her to take a bit of control during sex, but she was definitely ready to do it now. You see, he'd taken lately to teasing her u...
Bethany hated Valentines day with a passion. As a child, plain and unpopular, she had resented this awful holiday which seemed to involve immature boys chasing girls with chocolates, cards and posies... every girl but her, anyway. She had grown up, and in college the guys had begun to notice her occasionally, but even then she hated Valentine's day - she saw...
After the separation from a passionless romance, the world presented itself in kaleidoscope eyes. Desserts tasted more delicious, the aesthetic value of common things became obvious, and smells were robust and more evoking than before. In being alone again, I could only feel sensations. I rekindled with my spirituality, my senses, and the desire to experienc...
I sat down behind my desk and a sinking feeling took over my entire body. Was he serious? It had been four long weeks and he hadn't once acknowledged me. Yet another shared meeting and not a smile, not one inane greeting, not a single glance in my direction. Did I imagine the whole thing? I found that hard to believe as images of his wolf like hazel brown ey...
My wife Delilah is a proud woman. First a little background; she's gorgeous 5' -- 10" with a proportionate and well-endowed figure for her medium frame, her hourglass figure accentuates her super sexy body. Second, Delilah is my best friend and our marriage of twenty one years wouldn't be traded in for the world, despite her often casual or less then intere...
She needed to sit down. She didn't know if she really wanted to leave. She had no idea of what she would do next or what she would say next. Jane had always had been in control of her sexual impulses, never confused. She was no prude. She had never shied away from conversation that dealt with sex. She had been sexually active since her freshman year in coll...
Her face floats above me. The flickering candlelight provides the only illumination in the room, highlighting her beautiful pale skin and creating sharp contrasts with her dark red lips and flushed cheeks. The shadows of her curves compete with the sheen of light as it glistens from the thin film of sweat covering her delicious body. She sits astride me as...
Author's note: I am an Irish woman in my forties, and I write (in UK English) from that perspective. I welcome your feedback and suggestions. *** My hip was very painful. There were darts of pain from my lower back shooting down my left leg as far as my knee. I am an idiot. What did I expect would happen if I run 10k? I could only just about manage to run...