Bottoms Up

"The real thing was so much better than porn."

"Well damn,” I muttered, exiting the bathroom to find my husband sound asleep. He’d had one too many beers, after all.Too keyed up to sleep, I slid on my robe and quietly slipped from the room. I made my way...

I shouldn't have been at my son’s parent/teacher conference alone, but my wife had an appointment.I shouldn't have asked if she was related to my high school French teacher who shared the same name.I shouldn't have been so honest, but I...

Flash

"Flashes of memory."

Her fingers caressingthe keys of a piano. FlashHer fingers raking over his back. His lips gracingthe rim of his mug.  Flash His lips kissingthe column of her throat.  Her legs slippinginto narrow-legged jeans.  Flash Her legs grippingover the arrow of his hips.  His hands holdingthe edges of a newspaper.  Flash  His hands...

  She was beauty personified.“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to trespass.”“You aren’t. Your name is?”“Orion, yours?”“Not the word, the meaning.”“Oh, it means great hunter.”“I’m Morning Star-Gendenwitha. Love me great hunter, our time is short.”It was perfect, she rode me like we’d...

Quarantine Sex

"Abby tells her long-time friend about the lustful sex she is having with her husband in quarantine."

Sitting at her improvised home-office desk, Abby’s cell phone rang. Glancing at the clock on her computer, she saw that it was 4:30. “It can’t be anyone from the office,” she thought. Picking up the phone, she saw the call...

Abby Wants a Turn

"Abby had befriended Ashleigh and heard stories about Jack. Now she wants an evening with him."

Three weeks had passed since Ashleigh left to go back to school in Illinois, and I was sitting in a meeting for what was essentially a “customer first” group (follow the Supervisor and Cashier stories for more on Ashleigh). This group’s...