Gale used the spoon to slice through the crispy puff pastry crust of the pot pie, his mouth watering at the rich scent of chicken that wafted into his nostrils. He lifted the large spoon and blew on a steaming mound of hand-stripped roasted chicken, wavy-cut carrots, Blue Lake green beans, sweet green peas and white corn, then shoveled the whole mass into hi...
Marcus never really understood his attraction to grocery shopping but once again he found himself wandering the chilly aisles well before lunch time on a Tuesday. Sure, the store wasn't very crowded at that time in the morning and with so few people in the store, it was extra cool at that time. Walking through the produce section he couldn't help but gaze at...
Tonight the hunger is stronger than it's ever been before. I am ravenous. My whole body aches for you. I don't think my fingers or a vibrator will satisfy me – not completely. God, I need it so badly! I wish that you were here, for only you can fully satisfy the cravings that I'm experiencing tonight. I need you to take me into your arms where I feel compl...
Disclaimer: It's all mine except for the poem, which is by Robert Browning. Althea stood slightly hidden in the ivy covered niche and watched him. She had just stepped out of the door behind her and was slowly finishing buttoning up her heavy wool frock coat to block out the wind. Her cap was already pulled down over her head, allowing only a few wisps of s...
After weeks of him constantly hounding her, she had decided to give in to what he wanted. It was what she wanted to, she just kept trying to convince herself she didn't want it, but she was here now. Too late to turn around and terrified that he would reject her now, she knocked on the door. She was about to turn and run back to the car when he answered the...
Trying to still her breath, she squeezes tighter against the wall, her form all but disappearing in the shadows behind the cantina. Through the dimly lit crevice where she's taken refuge, she can see them--four and moving slowly. "Oh please don't let them see me," she whispers to herself. Finally she heard their footsteps getting softer as they move into th...
This weekend you have organised is perfect. The setting is idyllic - a beautifully luxurious seaside cottage, sat alone on the cliffs with a private path leading down to a secluded beach where I now sit trying to get my head around what this weekend represents. This is our one shot, our only time together. Desperate to make the most of it rather than worry a...
Jacqueline knocked tentatively on the office door, only to have it fall open under her knuckles. Just inside there was a reception desk and she read a message in block letters asking clients to make themselves at home in the lobby, the massage therapist would be out soon. The waiting room was small and cozy. It looked like a room from the show Trading Space...
It's 3:30 am. By the time I reach the I-85 southbound overpass, I'm an emotional wreck. Tears stream down my cheeks as I speed down the interstate, heading home from Atlanta. All I care about is getting as far away from Kryss as I can. Despite my enduring love for Kryss, those feelings are growing cold. Things really need to change for the better between us...
Lying beneath the stars seemed like a nice way to celebrate Earth Day. Sex beneath the stars seemed even better. Until you figured in below freezing temperatures. I lay in the sleeping bag, snuggling up to my sleeping girlfriend, trying to sleep myself, thinking of how I had ended up here. "Just think of it as a reason to share body heat," my girlfriend, Ne...