Maeve stepped out of the Uber and walked up the snowy path to her boyfriend, James' house. It was Christmas Eve, and she was very excited to see him, and very horny, as she hadn't seen him in nearly a week, but she was nervous to meet his daughters for the first time. They were older than her, twenty-three and twenty-six, so she was nervous they'd think she was a gold digger or just not like her age gap with their dad. Sh...

The sun cast a peculiar hue of gold on the honeycomb of coffee cups arranged artfully on the counter as if to signal the approach of twilight. The air was thick with anticipation, like the delicate tendrils of espresso steam wafting upwards from the coffee machine. Today, Maeve felt different; the soft whisper of her heart echoed in the warm caress of her cheeks, causing a blush to rise and tinge her rosy lips with subtle...