"His hand behind her head. “Kneel.”"
She stands in the elevator, pressed between two men, their fucktoy.Her husband reaches down, slaps the Hold button. The car stalls.His hand behind her head. “Kneel.”She whimpers. Her pussy goes wet and messy, in full submission.The man who is not...
"She knows what he wants."
Her gift is knowing what he wants before he wants it.She’s been balanced on the crumbling edge of an orgasm for over two hours, her fingertips playing with her needy clit and slick lips as she kneels on the plush...
"I'm so needy, baby."
They tossed flame-thrower glances at each other all through dinner, and began fucking as soon as they got back to the room. They fucked their way from the floor to the couch to the bed, through the evening into late...
"I'm so needy, baby."
They tossed crazy hot flame-thrower glances at each other all through the salad and the main course, but they didn't talk much, and they skipped dessert. They began fucking as soon as they got back to the hotel. They started...
"“Fuck me harder,” she implored, with some note in her voice he had never heard before. “Take me. Ruin me.”"
She came like a thunderstorm, cried out and spilled forward with a breathy sob, bouncing down onto the carpet and flipping over in a single elegant motion. He fell back onto the floor in the opposite direction, his chest pounding,...
"The Furtive Christmas Garage Fuck."
It happens so often it’s earned an acronym: TFCGF. The Furtive Christmas Garage Fuck.Drunken uncles play Madden NFL, braying. Televisions wail upstairs, some trilogy involving annoying robots. Santa and Jesus leer from neighbor’s lawns. It’s all too goddam loud and...
"You can't unring a bell."
Thick cock slapped against her lax, sweat-soaked face. Kat knelt on the gritty concrete, pebbles and bits of glass biting at her knees as she slipped the angry head of his shaft between her lips, teasing the underside with her...
"The shadow of his cock slithered across the rooftop like a snake."
Comet Quetzalcoatl—technically Comet C-2014/UN271, but called Comet Q because of some inane conspiracy theory connecting it to the gods of the Aztec calendar—curled across half the sky, visible even in the daytime, looking to Lena like the arched eyebrow of...
"They’re acting like horny teenagers."
My wife and I sat on the living room couch of our home, looking out the picture window. The shades were not drawn. The lights were off.“The window always reminds me of a movie screen,” said V. “Like the drive-in.”“Ooh,...
"My body knew things about me that I did not."
It was cold as fuck.Pewter gray clouds scudded in from the west, moving low and fast as I stood in line for the bus at the Greyhound terminal in Des Moines, Iowa. Dawn bloomed as a small ball of muted...