It was 5 AM and I was sitting at my computer, bringing up my hot mail account to see who had sent messages, and hoping that both Kevin and Rocky had been in the mood to write. I counted on hearing from those two, as well as my friends and family but Kevin always made me laugh, and once in a while blush, and Rocky, well Rocky made me think about things that o...
Maybe it was a freak flare of testosterone in my system or maybe the fact that I haven’t had any action since I had broke up with that bitch Brenda almost two months ago, but when I woke up that morning, I knew that I just had to get laid that day. Between work and a shitload of papers that were almost suddenly due, I’ve neglected my needs. And the morning w...
Mary woke early the next day, a night of restless dreams tormenting her. It had been the ultimate test of her self-control not to take Mark back to bed, instead of them both clearing the debris from her divorce party. Even now, almost a whole day later, there was a warm ache between her thighs and she could feel herself becoming moist at the thought of his t...
Nine months after her steamy shower with her husband Martin, Miranda Kelly-Roberts gave birth to fraternal twins Patrick and Kylie. The newborns were quite a handful, and the combination of high-pressure legal careers and high-pressure parenthood eventually took its toll on Martin and Miranda's sex life. Miranda in particular was too drained from work and mo...
Two years ago, I was a twenty-six-year-old virgin living on the west side of Manhattan. Being a virgin at that age is a real rarity anywhere these days. In New York where it seems like sex is in the air everywhere you go, it's even more rare. But I had always been shy with women. I was overweight--not obese, but enough to make me very self-conscious. I was n...
"Can you pick me up? I've had a couple drinks and don't think I should drive." I looked at my watch. I was ready for bed; pjs on, teeth brushed. So much for an early sleep. "No problem," I replied. "Be there in 15 minutes." "You're such a sweetheart. Thank youuuu!" I hung up the phone and found my flip flops by the door. Leaving took even longer as I had t...
I met the man who would become my husband at a masked charity ball. The attendees all wore fancy dress from the mid-1800s: the men in long tailed coats and ruffled shirts and cravats, the women in high-waist flowing gowns that exposed much of their cleavages. And mine exposed my rather full breasts to their utmost. All the single men, and many of the marrie...
Ed Bailey shifted in his chair frowning. "Let me get this straight, George. You caught her red-handed giving some guy a blowjob behind your back, and you apologized to her?" "Yeah. It was simplest, most direct way to clear the air." "Clear the air?" "Yeah. There was no question at all in my mind that we were going to have a different relationship than we...
Tammy was a curvy redhead with wide hips, full breasts and despite yoga, Pilates, and spin class a soft round belly. She had never had a problem with it though. She had, very early on, learned to embrace her full figure. For her eighteenth birthday, her grandmother, a feisty fixture of the senior social scene, had sat her down and pulled out a playboy magazi...
I saw that bitch again on New Year's Eve. She went in and out of my view as the mob shuffled back and forth in a mysterious non-rhythm. Waitresses in tuxedo tops, short skirts and fishnet stockings swam through the crowd like sharks through a school of guppies, carrying champagne bottles atop ice buckets, atop black trays. Dressed in a latex mini-dress, her...