I’m a horny drinker, what I mean is that my inhibitions go down as I drink. I don’t need to get drunk, just merry. I can handle a few drinks, but then the next two or three drop my inhibitions, and I’m much more likely to do something naughty. I have suck...
I inherited quite a bit when my parents passed away in a tragic accident. I was suddenly wealthy, but with few friends and no living relatives I was quite lonely. I met my wife Valery online and rescued her from death by boredom. She was more than eager t...
I have the perfect man. He is many things to many people: husband, father, grandpa, boss, friend, and mentor. But at the end of the day, he takes on his greatest role—my lover and best friend. His focus becomes my body and the pleasures he can bestow upon...
Walt and I had almost reached the restaurant when he suddenly gave the steering wheel an exasperated smack. "Damn, I forgot my pager at the office." Glancing over at me, his face was full of apology. "Do you mind if I swing by to get it, Debra?" "Of cours...
In the earlier years of our marriage, my husband, Kevin, and I realized that we’d done almost everything we could think of to keep feeding our extraordinary libidos in a monogamous relationship. We discovered the wonderful world of the Dominant/submissive...
Once, when Jun was younger and engaged but not yet married, there had been an incident in the Pyongyang apartment block where she had lived with her parents and brother. A couple had been overheard making love too loudly. The police had come and hauled th...
A sensual kiss on the nape of my neck, a gentle skimming of fingertips along my shoulder and the swell of my cleavage, and a playful nibble of my earlobe all stimulate feelings of desire. A firm cupping of my breast, a terse twist of my nipple, and the da...
(Gerald) We loved our son Jonathan dearly, but having him in the house greatly complicated our sex lives. For the next few months, my wife and I had quickies with Chloe three or four nights a week. We’d make an excuse to go to the guest house or Chloe wou...
Warren and I ate dinner in strained silence, for I'd given up on trying to make conversation. My husband was far more interested in refilling his glass of Cabernet than he was in talking to me. His expression was dour, and as I regarded him, I wondered ho...
Hot water fell from the shower head as steam rose from below to fill the room with a light haze. Matthew stood beneath the stream of hot water in the locker room shower. He rinsed the soap suds from the dark hair that covered his body. He ran his soft han...
(Rochelle) By the time I returned to the living room carrying my red pumps with four-inch heels, Chloe was having another small orgasm. She moaned, “UMMMMM! That’s a good pet, Germ! Ooooh! So good! Let’s see how well Roach does it.” I held the shoes out a...
(Gerald) As I gave my speech at the Maritime Archaeology conference, I stared at pretty Emily in the fourth row. She was wearing a tight white blouse and the shape of her black bra could be seen through it slightly. I also liked that she had her shoulder-...
My first name is Rochelle, but my students call me ‘Madame Anderson’. I only teach French three days a week and occasionally substitute for the English department. My family is quite well off, and we don’t need to work, but I enjoy helping young minds dev...
Chapter One McKinley Stewart stood by the open French doors in his office and enjoyed the fragrant aroma of the flowering dogwood trees his gardener, Javier, had planted in the three-story atrium eight years earlier. The scent reminded him of the day when...
Dolores Piquet shuffled her feet nervously and ran her fingers through her shoulder-length brown hair. She was alone in the waiting room. Or at least she was the only patient if that was the right word. Was she a patient? There was nothing wrong with her....
