It had been a week—a week of reliving their last encounter and anticipating this one. Lately, while her live-together boyfriend Art played poker with the boys, Gwyn had been skipping chick flicks with the girls to meet Lance. She lost a button as his urgent thick fingers opened her blouse, then gasped when they reached under her skirt to push aside her damp panties. Distracting him with a tongue-filled kiss allowed her to...

The blonde moaned seductively as she got closer. She took a deep breath and held it as she reached her peak. Her brow furrowed with delicious tension and then relaxed as she slowly exhaled her satisfaction. The redhead’s freckled face was pink from her ragged breathing. Her sharp gasp when the moment arrived turned into a giggle as she grinned sweetly. The two brunettes were antonyms. The first was verbal with every sexua...

With Sue moving out after an almost two-year relationship, Jerry was not looking forward to the holiday season as he wove his way through the crowd at the airport. He was on his way to visit his parents in Florida for Thanksgiving. A familiar-looking blonde head caught his attention. As he approached her from behind, the hiking boots, backpack, pocketed shorts, and plaid shirt—with long sleeves rolled up and buttoned—supp...

Jake knew it was a trap. But the bait was so delicious. He always thought redhead pussy tasted best. Maybe it was as much presentation as flavor. On this one, the carpet—or at least the throw rug that she kept—matched the drapes. He loved the way her folds turned so pink with her excitement as he slurped and fingered, especially in contrast to the translucent porcelain of her inner thighs that never saw the sun enough to...

In the lobby, there was a map where alumni from out of town placed thumbtacks to indicate how far they had come to the reunion. Only a handful were out of the state. With his stuck in San Francisco, Jerry thought he had a good chance to win. When he saw a woman put a tack in the same area, he was intrigued and moved toward her. He didn’t recognize her when she turned around. Attractive and well-dressed in a conservative s...

He didn’t know how to reach Bill, who had been his best friend in high school, but he knew where to find his wife. Her face was on signs around town and next to the door that said Swensen Realty. Jerry stepped inside and affected a loud, good-old-boy voice when the young woman greeted him. “Ah’m fixing to move to this here town, so ah need to git me a house. Tell Melinda she’s got a customer.” “I’m sorry, Ms. Swensen is o...

On game nights, Pablo’s little sister Sonia would always try to make an appearance. When they were younger, it was clear she was just trying to get attention and annoy her brother. By high school, she had gotten interested in the games and learned how to play them. A few times, they let her fill in when they were short-handed and she played well, which annoyed her brother even more. Although she was two grade levels behin...

By coincidence or parental scheme, Jerry was back in his hometown around the time of his twenty-year high school reunion. Since he escaped to the West Coast from that suburb, he hadn’t been back, preferring to visit his parents when they were in Florida for the winter. But they were on a cruise and asked him to return to his childhood home to take care of their dog for a couple of weeks. Although he wouldn’t have made the...

Jerry had to shake his head and blink to convince himself it wasn’t just his imagination. Had he passed through a time warp? In the yard next door, a woman, stretched out on her back on a yoga mat, was reading a book. Her bikini left little untanned. The sun that had bronzed her skin had gilded the waves of hair that cascaded to her shoulders. Her full natural breasts were spread and separated somewhat, challenging the th...

Rick and I became fast friends our first year on campus. Serious students, we blew off steam with various capers like the ad we hacked into the Homecoming game program acknowledging the many contributions of Physics to sports. Mandy was his year-behind high school sweetheart who arrived sophomore year. With the dimpled smile of a model and the body of a beach volleyball player, she was way out of our league, but for some...

Frank handed her the thumb drive. “The note said to give it to the Wayfaring Witch. I scanned it for malware but couldn’t unlock it.” Of course, he tried, Kim thought. If it was something good, he would want credit for conveying it; if bad, for protecting her. Frank had been her boss, editor, mentor, friend, lover, and friend—in that sequence. He had turned an English lit graduate into a famous, albeit anonymously so, tra...

“May I?” His baritone voice was strong and calm. He had seized her precious beverage and blocked her path, invading her space. The harried blonde executive had hipped open the door, but as it swung back, it dislodged the strap of her large shoulder bag, threatening to spill the caramel latte over her and the bag. Instant recognition and two quick steps had allowed him to achieve the too-close position, one foot propping t...

Brad could see the tension on Janet’s face next to him as they hung upside-down, held firmly in place by belts around their waists as well as padded bars over their shoulders and chests. He hoped it was for the right reason. He was so hard and turned on from the kissing and fondling they had done before they were locked in that he was sure he could cum, even without being able to touch himself. The jostling that he couldn...

He saw her first; she recognized him staring. Parallel memories reprised when she had loved him, possessed him, and, ultimately, discarded him. His tie removed, she saw the leather band beneath his collar that showed he was bound. That and his stunned look of worship woke something inside her. Pushing her carry-on bag to him, she turned to walk towards the parking lot shuttle. He followed. A decade earlier, she had been m...

“Here is the situation, Jonny,” Elena began as her husband sat down after handing us our drinks. “You used our credit card to get cash to gamble and you lost. Again! I am not going to bail you out this time.” His name was Jonathan Charles and he hated being called Jonny. He thought of himself as Giancarlo and looked and acted the part of the Italian playboy. Having a wife with the look and style of a model on his arm rein...