You show me what belongs to me in elegant forms. Your subtle submission willingly offers your insecurities on the altar of our adoration. Your own hands mold your body through my voice. Your trust is absolute and founded upon desire. Your pleasure is my will. Your fingers deftly manipulate every part of you as you seek to earn my approval through your own sexuality. Allowing you to share yourself with me is a gift I offer...

It was almost 9:00, and we had said we'd be in the car and driving by 8:30. Our weekend away was off to a rough start. "Elle, did you remember to pack your toothpaste this time?" Max asked, poking his head in the back door. "I'm going to pack your toothpaste, Maxwell. Don't be a jerk," I laughed. Max was a good friend and had been since college. He was fun, and we'd made it through a myriad of trainwreck relationships tog...

The thunder woke me up before my alarm went off, and I could hear the rain on the window. "Shit," I said. Another day without work. I was already having a horrible case of catching feelings for Jessi. Combined with Melissa's work schedule change, I could barely keep my mind straight. "You okay?" Jessi asked as she turned to look at me. "I'm good. The thunder woke me up. You can go back to sleep if you want," I said, kissi...

There was a period when I did not care for or notice the trappings of time. The concept meant little to me as I was unaffected by its passing beyond a typical awareness of when to work and when to sleep. The sun was often the central part of the cycle that kept my mind on track. Knowing and understanding the intricacies of time from a new perspective is something I have come to appreciate. This fleeting bandit of hours th...

"Liss, is that your phone?" Jules asked with her eyes still closed and her arm around me. "Huh?" I replied, barely able to see from the eye makeup I had failed to take off the night before. "Your phone is buzzing, or my vibrator is about to attack us. Either way, I don't care. Just make it stop," she said, stifling a chuckle at her own early-morning humor. "Shit, what time is it?" I said, frantically searching for my phon...

The cathedral bells rang repeatedly as the guitar solo started slowly. I waited in my bed as Nick's alarm blared on the other side of the wall. "I'm a rolling thunder, pouring rain. I'm coming on like a hurricane. My lightning's flashing across the sky." I could hear Brian Johnson's unique voice clearly as AC/DC attempted to wake Nick. Finally shutting off his alarm, I could hear him stumbling about on his way to his morn...

I hated working nights. I'm not sure why I let Jules talk me into it. Sure, the money was better for working 6 pm to 6 am, but money aside, I really didn't enjoy staying up all night. "Hey, Jessi, will you please make sure Nick actually reads this note?" I yelled to my little sister as I scrambled to get out the door on time. My husband Nick is great. He's just horrible at checking his text messages and usually can't hear...

My alarm was blaring loudly as I finally shook off sleep. Unlike most typical mornings, I'd needed my alarm to wake me. I had not only slept through the night but slept hard. I thought to myself about the events of the night before. I'd done the unthinkable with my wife's younger sister, and the reality was seeping in. Melissa would be home in about an hour. I treated my morning as I usually would. I got up, grabbed a tow...

The house was quiet, and I was completely lost on what to do next. Nick was working, and Melissa was out with a friend from nursing school. I got myself a glass of ice water and sat on the couch. Turning on the TV, I flipped channels to find something to distract myself. It wasn't long until Melissa got home and was in a mood. "Hey, Liss, how was your morning?" I said as she came in. "It was going great until I got a call...

I was at work and couldn't get Jessi out of my head. Her Sunday shower was all I could think about. Her body, her perfume, the smell of her panties. Jessi was all I could think about. "Hey, Ben, you busy over there or just fuckin around?" I hollered. "Nicky, c'mon, I'm doin' my nails, man. What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?" Ben clapped back. Ben was my best friend and had been since the second grade. We had one o...

Being the little sister is a unique place in the family. I benefited from my big sister doing the things that scared my parents. I also have the luxury of them freaking out on her, and now they leave me alone for the most part. She always had an early curfew, and one of our parents constantly checked in on her until she married at nineteen. I became a fly on the wall at that point as my parents’ focus again singularly tar...

What can I say about Jessi? We are close, and there has always been a playful flirtation between us. When we were younger, she was a quiet young woman, but always funny when she spoke. She was chubby but not fat, with large breasts that were usually peeking just over the top of whatever shirt she was wearing. She couldn't ever help but have fantastic cleavage. Her light brown hair was always pulled up in a ponytail, expos...