A quiet anxiousness has settled over Becca by the time she was leaving the Times downtown office. The glow over the Senator’s change of heart had faded in the light of her own personal issues. She tried Matthew’s number again and again. It went straight to voicemail as it had all day. Part of her wanted to be angry. She had been so certain that he, of all men, would understand what she was doing, but he had reacted just a...

Becca had a long, hot shower when she got home from Dimitri’s apartment. She felt it necessary to clean her body of that experience before she could set her mind to what his notebook meant. She felt conflicted about it, admitting that there were moments that she enjoyed despite herself. Perhaps it was because Dimitri was so powerful and dangerous. But she knew that the price of being involved with such a man in reality wa...

Becca had deliberately chosen one of her more conservative business suits that morning. The navy blue skirt and blazer toned down her red hair so that fewer men stole glances at her as she made her morning commute on the train. On most mornings she didn't mind the attention, but after the previous night’s encounter with John, she felt strangely dirty.That wasn't a feeling to which Rebecca Weiss was accustomed. She was wel...

Becca had just left her office and was walking to Starbucks for a coffee when one of her burner phones rang. It had to be Natasha because no one else had the number for that phone. The second burner had the number she gave the agency. She felt a shot of adrenaline as she answered because Natasha would not call just to say hello. Her voice sounded strained. “Becca, thank you for helping me to get away from those people. I...

Steam filled the enclosure, condensing on the Italian tile and running down the walls in a multitude of tiny rivulets. Moisture was everywhere and the spray was filling the air with a fog so thick it almost obscured the man's erection as she stroked his suds-covered length. Rebecca didn’t know him. She had met him in this very room in fact, but that didn’t matter much. She had never been shy about sex and if giving her bo...

Monday morning. Susan awoke and found herself alone in bed. Michael, her husband, had gotten up very early and gone off to the airport to catch a flight for a business trip. Susan stretched across the width of the bed and thought that she was missing him already. They had been married ten years and still had sex often. She reasoned that this was because they maintained their curiosity about each other and never let things...

Janice Rheingold was a pampered woman. She had been born into a wealthy family, sent to the best schools and universities, and had travelled the world through her twenties. She was sophisticated as well as educated and spoke four languages. Janice had married Larry and produced the requisite son and daughter. Her city and country homes were both beautifully and comfortably decorated. She had exquisite taste in everything....

“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.” ― Oscar Wilde Over the next few days, Ted began to realize how profound an experience he and Marcia shared that night. She found the freedom to give in to her desire, and he learned how powerfully impacted he was by her being unafraid to sexually express them. In his mind, the fact that he lied about his true relationship with Becca seemed less importa...

“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.” ― Oscar Wilde Ted felt a surreal calm settle over him as he made the short walk to the deli. The shock of Becca's appearance and the torrid sex they had just shared in the garage left him feeling as if he were having an out of body experience. Now, even the simple act of making his way to get his breakfast seemed to be strangely incongruous. He ordered...

“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.” ― Oscar Wilde Ted grimaced as a grey SUV followed its blinker into the lane ahead. “Son of a bitch!” he muttered as he glanced into his side-view mirror. He'd had at least a quarter mile of open pavement ahead of him and now he had to cut into the right lane to pass the slower vehicle. The engine's soft purr became a roar as he punched the throttle. Th...

“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.” ― Oscar Wilde Ted closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief as the chaos of the outside world was replaced by the engineered comfort of his luxury sedan. 'Ah, peace and quiet,' he thought as he settled into the buttery softness of the leather upholstery. This was why he had spent such a ridiculous amount of money on a high-end import. The need to s...

“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.” ― Oscar Wilde 'Rebecca Weiss is a seventeen-year-old junior at Rosemont High School. She was referred to me by Principal Burton for consultation regarding potentially inappropriate and unsafe sexual activities allegedly committed on school property.' 'The initial report, filed by Mrs. Elaine Matthews, who claims to have witnessed the act, states that s...

Frances had done what was expected of her for most of her life: a good student, private school, art classes, and a degree from a top university. Now, finally, she had gained her independence and was living life on her own terms. Her friends and colleagues called her Frankie now. She had a job as a project manager in a design firm, had rented her first apartment, and was dating someone her father would disapprove of if he...

I love the weekend for many reasons, but foremost is morning lovemaking. We are both busy with work all week so this is not a weekday thing unless we wake up early. Even then it is not conducive to either inhibition or romance to be having sex with one eye on the clock. Even for a hit-and-run quickie. David and I both like staying in bed and recovering slowly rather than rushing to shower, dress and run to the office. I t...

It was one of those perfect June days that we wait for all winter. The sun was warm, the sky a clear and intense blue without a cloud in sight. It felt like slipping into a warm bath rather than the sauna that the heat and humidity of August would bring. There were even people out sailing at midday this Friday as Stacey gazed out of her office window toward Lake Ontario. They were starting their weekend early and although...