Edward disembarked from his private plane into Tulum, Mexico. This was his third and most important visit. It was the one that would define his future. He was getting goosebumps thinking about it. He pulled out his cell phone and sent a text to his wife letting her know he landed safely. He waited patiently in the walkway for her response. As soon as she acknowledged his message with a “Great Baby! Good Luck with your mee...

On a Wednesday afternoon in late February, the movie theater is almost deserted. I choose the middle seat in the middle row, placing myself directly at the theater's center. The only other person present is an elderly man sitting near the front. This is perfect, I tell myself. I'm still sitting alone when the lights dim and the movie begins. It's a black-and-white film from the forties, one I've never heard of but that yo...

I believe everyone should have that one person that you would drop everything and everyone else for. If he or she calls, there are no boundaries to hold you. No matter what your status: married, single, committed. You answer the call. My person was always married. The moment I saw him, something shifted in me. We didn’t speak. I don’t even think he noticed me then. When I saw him holding hands with her, I reluctantly dism...

Grant brushed his fingertip over my lips, which were already swollen from his kisses. "Sometimes," he murmured, "I feel like you're the devil on my shoulder." We sat in his car, which was parked out in the middle of nowhere. Here, we were safe from discovery. Trees surrounded us, and overhead, clouds had begun to gather. It was a late Saturday afternoon, and by the time evening arrived, Grant would be back home with his w...

It was a little after seven on a Thursday evening when Brad appeared in my office doorway. I looked up at him in surprise. "I didn't know anyone else was here." "We're the last two left." Leaning against the doorframe, he folded his arms over his chest and smiled. "You seem stressed, Tim." I took off my reading glasses so I could rub my bleary eyes. "Is that a polite way of telling me I look old and tired?" His smile wide...

I went to see Chris late in the day when I knew most of the offices around his would be empty. You know that saying about feeling as if your heart is in your throat? That's exactly how I felt approaching his open door. I was showing up outside of his scheduled office hours, but I sensed he would be there. Smoothing a hand over my shoulder-length brown hair, I glanced down at my outfit. My blue dress, while suitable for su...

We lay there for a while, my cock was still in him, and we were both breathing raggedly. Nate slowly blinked, and his eyes looked at me, dazed but gradually regaining clarity. Without a doubt, I could feel his body getting tenser. He raised himself, his arms on my shoulders. I couldn't figure out the look he had just given me before he removed himself from me. Without a word, he just sat there for a couple of seconds with...

Though Beau and I were busy with work and family, we made a point to get together for pizza and beer every Thursday evening. Our wives found the ritual endearing, so they tolerated it without complaint. Now that it was October, night descended far more quickly, and it was already dark when I entered the restaurant. "Sorry I'm late," I told my friend. "Shit got crazy just before I left work. You know how it is." "I sure do...

It started innocently enough with anonymous chats. You and I were both members of an online group of amateur artists, though you were, and still are, far more talented than I could ever hope to be. I liked the mellow vibe of the group; most members weren't edgy or precious about their work. The vast majority simply wanted to improve their skills while learning from others. The community also fulfilled my need for socializ...

As dusk fell, the shadows deepened in my car. Morgan sat in the passenger seat, and when I glanced over at her, I found she was watching me, a smile playing upon her glossed lips. She seemed perfectly at ease in the silence between us, whereas I was gripping the steering wheel with sweaty palms. Not for the first time that evening, I asked myself what the fuck I was doing. Morgan was eighteen, my daughter's age, yet they...

I showed up at Gabe's place just after midnight. His stare was contemptuous as it swept over me. "I need to see you," I said. He wore only a pair of boxer briefs, revealing plenty of bare skin, and I made no attempt to hide my desire. When he opened the door wider, I entered his studio apartment. His bed consisted of a mattress on the floor, the covers piled in a heap. "Owen." My name was sharp on Gabe's tongue. Turning t...

Raymond was a friend of Caitlin's father and a contractor for his business. He ran a small operation but had recently upgraded some software that necessitated a deal of manual labor. In order to get his information from a set of old spreadsheets and into the new program, a great deal of copying and pasting information had to be done. It was boring busy work that was necessary, but Raymond just didn't have someone that cou...

Theo’s cock was my second. It was, for lack of a better descriptor, a really manly cock—straight, girthy, uncircumcised, smelling of musk. It was about six inches long, and chunky. It knew its business and knew what it wanted, and what it wanted was to fuck my tender ass mercilessly. Of all the cocks I’ve had, it’s the one I regret the most and the one I most frequently call to mind when I masturbate. Or, more plainly: th...

Chapter seven My heart skipped a few beats, and I smiled. How does he know? Starving for food and a drink after our day of walking, I raced through a cold shower and flung on black slacks and a bright orange top. I would be conspicuous; the bright colour complemented my newly tanned complexion. Grabbing my phone, I sent a quick message to my Belgian Guy. Me: He is not my boyfriend at all. Belgian Guy: So, you say, I bet h...