"Who needs Tinder when the pets are matchmaking?"
"Who needs Tinder when the dogs are matchmaking?"Mid-January, 5 p.m., −5°C.The elevator doors creaked open, dumping a blast of stuffy warmth that smelled like dusty radiators, stale pizza, and wet slush from boots. Jake stepped into the lobby, hugging Nala...
"Wanda entered her room to find her son Carl fucking his girlfriend Lila on her bed"
Wanda's days had become a monotonous blur of cleaning, cooking, and carpooling. Her once vibrant life had faded to the mundane tasks of a single mother, her vibrant spirit dulled by the weight of her responsibilities. She had always been...
My boyfriend, 38 and 7 years older than me, planned to celebrate the holiday despite several work obligations that keep us from spending time with our family. He intends to spend the day playing games and drinking wine at his...
"Service starts with a heart and a uniform willing to get dirty. - Attributed to Stephen Covey."
Typical; my clueless husband had immediately agreed. Hadn't hesitated; he’d even cut me off before I got a word in edgeways. The hussy next door simpered, having successfully battered hubby into submission with those long fake eyelashes. Then scurried inside...
"While in close quarters, Dove lets her guard down with August."
August took the back roads away from town and toward the interstate. Sitting in his truck, I held my overnight bag like it was a life preserver tossed to me in choppy water."Pretty soon," he said, "we're gonna have a...
Our daughter, Allie, turned 16 way too soon for our liking. I knew she wasn't sexually active; frustrated, boyfriends came and went. We were open about everything, and she had promised to tell me when that changed, so I was...
"She needs to be ravished and then sucked clean, and she does it to feed her hungry little pet - Missy J’s POV"
“Open wide,” I command, forcing his mouth open with my fingers as I dribble my cum-filled saliva into his needy, hungry mouth.“Ahhhhh,” he moans eagerly and obediently.“Now swallow,” I command, pressing his mouth closed, moving my hand to his neck,...
The agency called it "atmospheric modelling." Irina called it what it was: standing half-naked in a stranger's cabin while he did God-knows-what around her."Whatever you ask for," they'd said. She'd laughed and named a figure designed to make them hang...
"He wishes to be a poet and she becomes a primary source for his sensual research"
The cognac was cheap, the hotel room cheaper, but her laugh was a salve I’d have paid my last dime to hear. It was a low, throaty sound that seemed to vibrate right through the thin wall at my back....
"A story of mutual hope"
A Story of Two Hearts That Refuse to Let Distance WinThe room was quiet except for the soft rhythm of breath—yours, already uneven with anticipation, and Skip's, steady and devoted, as if he were memorizing the shape of you through...
