Her aroused scent fills the air. It glosses my face and my lips while its sweet taste fills my mouth. Lying before me, her legs are up and straight, trembling against my chest. She is in heat, glistening with sweat, her chest heaving with the passion of erotic release. I am hard. Throbbing. Stiff from her assault on my senses, of her scent and taste, and of her hot skin on mine. I press forward and she gasps! Needing to b...

I have a destiny. Not of fate or divine cause, yet one I have a duty to fulfill. It has been thus since my birth. It was the destiny of my mother and hers, and hers before, going back countless generations. It has not been forced upon me, yet it is as inescapable as the dawn.I am Cassandra of the Hetari, a Sisterhood of Courtesans who serve the Great Families of the Seven Lands. For a thousand years, my Sisters were bred...

It's past three and I should be asleep. Hell, after what He put me through, I should be exhausted. But I’m not. I ache and I am tender but, even in lingering pain, my body basks in orgasmic afterglow. With such conflicting sensations coursing through me, I cannot hope to sleep.It’s often like this for me.So, I lay next to Him as He sleeps. Perhaps I ought to be angry or jealous of His repose, but I simply do not feel thos...

I was in a fatal dormancy. After existing for uncounted lifetimes, I’d lost connection with my mortal self and succumbed to the curse of immortality. It’s not an uncommon fate for my kind. The more we lose the emotions of life, the more we disconnect from the world around us. Some eventually awake, emerging as mummified monsters, driven mad with an overwhelming thirst. Others, lost in their increasingly distant thoughts,...

I woke in the warm embrace of our sheets, snuggled happily under the comforter's pleasant weight. Feeling totally relaxed, I smiled in serene peace as my eyes opened to the subdued light of a new day.  I could sense you next to me, even before I rolled over and slipped my arms around you. You were yet to awake, but even in your dreams you drew my arms tightly under your breasts and spooned into my embrace. I sleep in the...

The winding curves of Mulholland Drive make the perfect foil for my Jaguar XJ. From Topanga Canyon to the Cahuenga Pass, its scenic lanes curve through the iconic terrain of the Santa Monica Mountains. Choked with traffic, it’s a frustrating trap in the daily commute but, during a few precious weekend hours, it’s a pure joy to drive. I felt the tires gripping the asphalt as I wove my way through the sharp turns on the Eas...

Sex needn’t be hard to find. Whether it’s the satisfying release from a quick fuck or an entire night of hot and dripping sex if you have the balls to make it happen the city's streets offer a myriad of possibilities. And this 'Night Trawling' series is all about the secretive pursuit of the ultimate in casual sex, the 'zipless fuck'. These stories concern the pure, animalistic need for sexual release as it reaches its ul...

Plumes of sparks rose over the logs as I stoked the flames. Satisfied with my handiwork, I placed the poker in the rack and sat back to enjoy the dancing, orange-red glow. I’d always loved a crackling fire. The heat on my face and the rich scent of burning wood filled me with a relaxing calm. The century-old, stone hearth was our cabins only source of heat. With the December chill deepening in the forest outside, the roar...

A quiet anxiousness has settled over Becca by the time she was leaving the Times downtown office. The glow over the Senator’s change of heart had faded in the light of her own personal issues. She tried Matthew’s number again and again. It went straight to voicemail as it had all day. Part of her wanted to be angry. She had been so certain that he, of all men, would understand what she was doing, but he had reacted just a...

Becca had a long, hot shower when she got home from Dimitri’s apartment. She felt it necessary to clean her body of that experience before she could set her mind to what his notebook meant. She felt conflicted about it, admitting that there were moments that she enjoyed despite herself. Perhaps it was because Dimitri was so powerful and dangerous. But she knew that the price of being involved with such a man in reality wa...

Becca had deliberately chosen one of her more conservative business suits that morning. The navy blue skirt and blazer toned down her red hair so that fewer men stole glances at her as she made her morning commute on the train. On most mornings she didn't mind the attention, but after the previous night’s encounter with John, she felt strangely dirty.That wasn't a feeling to which Rebecca Weiss was accustomed. She was wel...

Becca had just left her office and was walking to Starbucks for a coffee when one of her burner phones rang. It had to be Natasha because no one else had the number for that phone. The second burner had the number she gave the agency. She felt a shot of adrenaline as she answered because Natasha would not call just to say hello. Her voice sounded strained. “Becca, thank you for helping me to get away from those people. I...

Steam filled the enclosure, condensing on the Italian tile and running down the walls in a multitude of tiny rivulets. Moisture was everywhere and the spray was filling the air with a fog so thick it almost obscured the man's erection as she stroked his suds-covered length. Rebecca didn’t know him. She had met him in this very room in fact, but that didn’t matter much. She had never been shy about sex and if giving her bo...

Wine is seldom appreciated by those unacclimated to its taste. The complexity of its flavor overwhelms the palate, causing its layered subtleties to be lost on those unaccustomed to the vintage. Thus it is, that despite songs and poems being dedicated to this most ancient of arts, most would fail in sensing the difference between a fine French Bordeaux and a glass of common table wine. On first taste, many might actually...

There was a tremble in my hand as I slipped the black, crystalline card into the slot. That barely noticeable tic was the only outward sign of my anxiety as data encrypted in the card flowed through the system. Hidden protocols were unlocked, allowing the lift to access a floor most hotel guests would never see. A heartbeat later, the double doors slid silently together. I was embraced by a sensation of motion as a soft,...