"I imagine how life would have been if I'd met one of my newer friends earlier."
“Was that vanilla or white chocolate?”“Hmm?” I snapped out of my daze. “Oh, yeah. White chocolate. Sorry, Enrique, I’ve got a lot on my mind.”“It’s okay, Rissa,” he gave me his usual charming smile. “A large white chocolate Grinder, okay....
Ava was an intensely grounded woman for being so beautiful. Her allure never siphoned her charm, never left her hollow. Piercing blue eyes told you she was constantly thinking a million things but wouldn’t dare say what. On the occasions...
The coffee shop glowed, front window framed by a string of amber lights. It reflected on the shimmering pavement, the already over-green town draped in its usual overcast cloak. I sat alone, nestled against a rain-flecked window, a faded copy...
"After a break things can either go down or they can go up"
"Almost there guys," I said as I looked into the back seat. My two Malamute dogs looked back at me. I hated seeing them like this, cooped up in the back seat of my SUV. "I'm sorry," I said as...
"An erotic writer gets stuck on a story and finds some new inspiration."
Catrina sat in the corner of the coffee shop and glanced furtively around her. Her laptop was in front of her, a word document open. The last sentence stared back at her, tauntingly. “And then he seized her, his hands...
"A mutual interest in their pets led to more mutual interests when they met!"
Maria Sanchez sat by herself at a small table in a quirky little coffee shop aptly named The "C" Cup. She had picked a spot in the coffee shop where she could sit and wait for the arrival of the...
"She had an instant quiet orgasm and she felt the warm fluid flow out of her vagina. . ."
She got up from where she was lying and sat on the bed’s edge. The towel was still under her so she stood up and removed it. As she did, she saw the huge puddle of her cum laying on...
"Her other hand was still massaging her clit as she finger fucked herself to yet another wet frenzy."
The inner muscle of her hot moist thirty-two year old canal gripped her index finger as she inserted it, slowly pulling it all the way inside. She felt the fiery pliable pink walls surround her finger as she let it...
