In the few months after the Debradebacle, we became closer than ever. After that night and what happened the whole night in our bed, we felt it necessary to discuss a few aspects of our relationship we had omitted before. Discussing what happened that night and opening ourselves up to each other, we realised how a simple thing could have damaged our vulnerable relationship even further. It was clear the threat of breaking...

Light drifts in from somewhere in my vision and for a few moments I struggle to comprehend where it may come from. It slowly surfaces in my mind that its morning. Allowing my senses to gather facts, sounds, smells, I slowly drift upward out of my slumber, becoming more aware of where I was. I sense something sweet, an aroma that is there yet not there. There is a warm sensation all over my chest; something soft rests ligh...

I wonder what the reaction of you, as my reader, might be, knowing that this story is written in the same hour as the events it depicts. As I am writing this story I can still feel the cum oozing out of me. My groin is still damp with sweat from the coupling not a mere half hour ago. I think I reek of sex… fresh sex, urgent sex, satisfying sex, sex in the restroom of the coffee shop. My whole body is still vibrating with...

She absentmindedly handled the new nine-inch vibrator between inquisitive fingers. Her face was free of any expression whatsoever. Not that she had ever been one to express feelings in any way. She has never been a feelings person. Damn, she was not even remotely romantic! Yet somehow, I know something was slowly snaking through her thoughts. “You know Babe, I am not so sure we are on the same page…“ her voice fading away...