January 10th, 2021 My extraordinary wife represents the epitome of the adage; if you love what you do for a living, you never work a day in your life. Brenda, or Alexa Covetous as she goes by in her steamy romance novels, makes a nice income writing the most sensual erotica ever marketed. Or at least that’s what I gained from the checks she receives because she made me promise never to read her stories. Yet, from over my...

The patter of raindrops against the pane first thing in the morning usually gets my juices flowing. But with the distorted view through the kitchen this morning, I can’t fight off the melancholy doldrums. So, I’m forced to use my number two catalyst for mood modification and hunch over the table, savoring the cup’s warmth, allowing coffee and captivating patterns on the window to lull me into a nostalgic state. Sex always...

Fuck! Mrs. Johnson’s head snaps toward my screech. Then, with a shake of her head, our eighty-year-old neighbor returns her attention to her immaculately maintained flower bed. No doubt formulating a story about her crazy neighbor for the church group’s gossip session. My sobs subside, and I turn the car off, ignoring Mrs. Johnson. This isn’t the morning for a vulgarity lecture. I open the trunk to gather my things. Then,...

I climb from the tangled sheets and stretch out the kinks before staring out the window. Six o’clock and heatwaves still distort the mountains to the north. Although typical for July in Las Vegas, I don’t have time to ponder the meteorological normalcies of life in the desert. In my line of work, each night starts another day. So for me, it is into the shower, and with any luck, Dex will arrive home from work before I lea...

Nothing amplifies the drudgery of working indoors more thoroughly than winter surrendering its icy grip to the warmth of spring. Today I ponder this event in the sun’s warm embrace on my favorite park bench. I allow deadlines, pressure to close the multi-million dollar Stone deal, and every work-related burden to evaporate as the aroma of freshly mowed grass blends with the fragrance of hyacinths to lift my spirit. In a s...

Bret presses the last number and closes his eyes. An eternity passes before on the third ring, Bill answers, saying, “What now? I named you the director of operations to alleviate the necessity of micro-managing everything, so what’s the problem.” A nervous chuckle, and Bret says, “I was wheeling and dealing, putting everything together when I reached the point of needing to look you in the eye and determine if I’m still...

The instant the waiter leaves with their order, Xillia's voice softens, and she asks, "OK, out with it, what's bothering you?" Celia continues spinning her fork without looking up. "I'm just tired, nothing to worry about." "Aren't you sleeping well?" Celia gives her head a sad shake. "My dreams kept waking me." Celia took a sip. "Did you ever experience a dream where you didn't know you were dreaming?" A mischievous smile...

Drawn to this den of inequities by an unquenchable craving, Celia draws in the heady aroma of sex laced with exotic perfume and aftershave. Her lower lip quivers as anticipation has her every nerve ending twitching. Once more, with her husband away on an extended flight, Bret is responsible for sowing the seed of temptation. Left with no other option, Celia joins the other sexually frustrated, seeking to quench her cravin...