An old student of mine showed up to the funeral of my wife and sat next to me. Old being relative. She was twenty now; I think. She had a sweet, good girl look. Now she was very sexy and mature. She put her hand on mine.
“Jack?” she asked…
I slipped under the covers, naked from the night before, my pussy still reeling from my sexual gymnastics that’s left me sore, and not just in the good places. My cunt still sticky with my young lover’s cum.
The light was dim, seemingly coming from his beautiful body. To be…
My buddy Victor was a mail-order bride. Well, mail order groom I guess. Russian orthodox sort right off the boat. He was a nice enough guy, but something just felt a bit off about him and his wife. Nadia had been born in the states, but her parents insisted she…
I wasn’t happy putting my fiancé on the plane. She was going to be gone at least a year. Residencies for neurology are scarce and competitive. I almost quit my job and went with her. But there was no way. …
She’s a vision on her knees. His cock in her mouth, your husband’s cock. Her name is Rachel and she’s been your best friend forever. Someone you could ask anything of, someone who you could call to help bury bodies.
Now seeing her there, no shirt, you can’t help compare…
Remember, the Romance genre is not about going to the moon or running from the killer, it’s about people and their drama, excitement and lust. So, the frumpy professor at my college said, “To master the novel, you must abandon the short story and go into another structure.” …
A new year, a new beginning. There’s no such thing, I think to myself as I sit in the corner of a chain coffee shop. Just time to start over on all the same mistakes. “Can I get you anything else, ma’am?” The little snobby barista asks as I sip…
One hotwife’s opinion as a writer and woman. The best sex experience you can have will come from between your ears. Let me show you how to fuck online, from the heart, without a book of phrases from Amazon.
Sexting IS sex, that’s all there is to it. It’s nasty…
“You have been staring at me all night. So I thought I’d give you a better look,” she said, sitting in the middle of my bed.
“What the fuck Jill. Your sister’s in the living room,” I said, looking to be sure I had not woken her up. I stepped…
From a young age, I tried to plan my life out well. I wanted the traditional middle-class lifestyle. Married by 25, kids by 30, and staying with my husband until we get old and gray, ending up in the same retirement home because we can’t wipe our own asses anymore…
