Another Friday night. Madison closed her eyes and tried to relax. She regulated her breathing and tried to enjoy herself. She thought about the guy she was with a month ago. Brad. Of course, he was named Brad. He looked like a Norse god. Blonde hair, blue eyes, chiseled chin, and positively gagging at the idea of fucking a real redhead, particularly one a few years older. She was a twenty-eight-year-old athlete and he fel...

Robert and Trisha O’Day were still giggling as they stumbled into the front door of their home. Robert had been making little jokes about a particularly odd-looking friend of hers they’d seen a few minutes earlier. “I’m serious,” he was saying. ‘It’s like God was working on her and realized that he was late for something, and just kind of threw her together and left! Her arms are too short for her body, her legs are too s...

As she drove back home, Trisha was surprised that she didn’t feel worse. She’d recently broken up with her boyfriend of three years. It had been her longest relationship yet. The breakup was not angry or bitter. There had been no cheating, no abuse, no violence. But there’d been no passion, either. She realized that their relationship had simply run its course. He, on the other hand, wanted to get married. That’s what tri...

Robert was always a light sleeper. While he always had the ability to fall asleep quickly and deeply, it didn't take much at all to wake him up. He'd always fall right back asleep again, just like he had when he woke up earlier and found Trisha in bed with him. He was asleep again in seconds. Now he heard footsteps in the house, and he was instantly alert. He knew that everyone in the house was in this bed, and for a mome...