He put his fork onto the empty dessert plate and handed her a small bundle of cloth. “Here,” he said, “put this on.” “What’s this?” she asked, looking down at the red fabric, noticing the subtle pattern worked into it. She shook it out, and it spilled over her hand; a padded strip of silk, about three feet long and three inches wide. Mystified, she looked up at him. He was smiling a secret smile that she had not seen on h...
This story follows on from "Falling Water." You can read it as a stand-alone, but you'll get a little more background if you read that story first. Jordan came out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips. Rachel could see that he had dried his torso, but his hair was still wet. She had wrapped herself in a terrycloth robe while he finished in the bathroom, and suddenly felt like a bad hostess for not giving it to him...
“Oh, that feels so good.” “Mmmm, for me too.” “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this, but I’m so glad I did. I’ve read about people fucking at work, but never tried it. I never –ah!—dared.” “There are always people at my work, or I’d have suggested there.” “I love this. And people will come in on Monday and wonder why the conference room –ah!— smells like –ah!— sex.” “We’ll have to be careful not to leave any DNA ar...
I’m awake. It feels good to stretch and roll over. Ahhh… it's Sunday. No need to get up until I feel like it. She’s breathing softly and steadily, still asleep. Snuggle closer; she’s lying on her back. I like cuddling with her, even when she’s asleep. Even after years of marriage, I still find her sexy as hell. Look at her face from inches away. I love those lips; best kisses and best blowjobs of my life. And those eyes;...
"I swear, if I have to look at one more paper on pedagogy, I'm going to take an axe to my computer," Sara thought to herself. "Or Professor Carson. Or both." She looked at the passage again. "Deriving from the Derridian concept (or non-concept), dissemination signifies the simultaneous presence and absence of meaning or, more specifically, the Other (Derrida, 2007), critical thinking operates to dismantle and separate i...
Susan's hand wraps about me;Moves me just the way she likes.Covers me in slippery lube;To keep her grip, she holds me tight.Rubs me on her wanting flesh;Knows I'll give her what she needs.Anytime she wants, she has me.Her desire's hunger feedsOn what I have to give her;Hardness, movement, teasing joy.No flesh has all I have to offer;I'm her favorite buzzing toy!
Rachel Jordan snarled to herself as the skies opened and soaked her to the skin within seconds, her second-best suit providing virtually no protection from the downpour. "Great," she muttered to herself, head down against the rain as she hurried the final two blocks from the subway to her apartment. "I really didn't feel like going to the dry cleaner again this week," she sighed, watching her shoes splash through puddles...
