"Brooke meets her grand uncle and his side of the family."
“Motherfucking god!” Brooke cried out as her orgasm neared.Sweat rolled along the crevices of her spine as she rode the portly truck driver. But it wasn’t just his cock that was mustering her climax. A man in his fifties was...
"A pro tennis player puts together a team with benefits on the court...and off."
The events of part 2 occur before the Grand Slam mentioned at the end of part 1.A few months ago, Liam Green, the CEO of the sportswear company, RunFit, wanted to raise his company’s profile by signing professional athletes. However,...
"Elodie must make a choice: chaste or slut."
This is what pornography does to me, but this… this is different.I stir between my legs, fingers slick on my over-sensitive sex. Something potent inside me broke free, terrifying at the pinnacle of climax, but exhilarating now. My mind and...
"Alison wants what Kele had."
Tuesday, a week after my encounter with Kele, I watch Alison as she walks up to the wine bar door and peers in. I’d called her number a couple of days after she’d given it to me and arranged this...
"A chance encounter on a hot-as-fuck day at a nude beach"
Looking around for more customers, I saw a naked couple waving at me from a distance: an old bugger, hung like a horse, with hair everywhere and a big beer belly, and an even older woman with big, saggy boobs....
"A young tennis player asks a sportswear company to go all in with her... and in her."
“The more you invest in me, the more I’ll put out,” was not what Harper Moen meant to say when she met with the CEO of RunFit, a sportswear company. She tried to correct herself, “I mean, I’ll have better...
"Returning to the office, Juliet discovers she's not the only one who can be dirty."
As I made my way to the small office building where I worked, anxiety descended on me like an attacker. Why was I doing something so stupid? And how could Mason be so sure I wouldn't lose my job?Glancing over...
"Slavic bartender in need finds everything she has hoped for in a man, in the quiet silver haired lover."
In the dim glow of Bismarck's winter nights, where the snow clung to the streets like forgotten regrets, stood The Iron Horse—a rustic restaurant bar on the edge of town. It was the kind of place where locals gathered to...
Danny Harlan had always been a man of structure and quiet resolve. At 55, he carried the weight of his years with a broad-shouldered grace. His salt-and-pepper hair was cropped short, and his blue eyes held a depth that spoke...
"The much-anticipated date night begins."
I don't always carry my phone with me, so I didn't see Brandy’s voice message until I got home late on Wednesday night. In the message, she told me her address and apartment number, along with information on where to...
