Professor Jones had invited Sam to her house for private tutoring. As he stood at the entrance, his anticipation surged. He had hoped that the evening’s agenda might extend beyond equations, especially after all semester of admiring her. Sam had been captivated by his professor’s presence. Her brown hair cascaded elegantly, and her form-fitting shirt accentuated her curves, leaving Sam momentarily breathless. "Hello, Prof...
She lay naked and asleep Long red hair over her pillow Legs spread slightly apart Sheet tangled around her legs I should let her sleep but I’m mesmerised By the shining drops in her slit I’m driven to taste So i kneel on the bed between her legs Rubbing my finger down her lips Parting them as I go Leaning forward and seeing her lovely clit I caress her little nub with my tongue Moving in lazy circles lapping steadily She...
As she stood in the pouring rain, getting increasingly drenched, Celeste thought wryly back to the afternoon three years ago when she had first applied to volunteer at the Paris Olympics. On applying, she had pictured herself handing out medals. She’d imagined that maybe she’d be in charge of sharpening fencing swords or helping the equestrian horses or some other cool role like that. But no. Here she was, holding the umb...
When I knocked on Myra's front door that morning in late July, I got no answer. Her car was in the driveway, so I knew she was home. Every week at around this time, I showed up to mow her lawn. Her husband was very particular about the yard work, but I hadn't received a message from him about what he wanted done today. Last week, he'd mentioned he would soon be out of town on business, and I figured that was probably the...
I said How I spin my poetry like an intricate spider's web to lure your soul catching each beat of your pulse in the wild rhymes of my tales Seducing you into a trance Surrounding you with fine threads inviting you to a written show dining on the words my silky lines read ~ She said As I part my legs for you to see Aching to feel your lips and tongue Can you hear my silent moans As you watch me very closely My hand contin...
1.Preamble. Almost a month had passed when Simon's mobile 'pinged' to alert him to a message from Cat. It was a pic of her in her latest lingerie purchase, with a simple note saying “Hi Simon”. He knew what that meant, and replied instantly to ask when she would be free for him to visit again. He had relived the last occasion many times in his dreams, and it had been arousing each and every time. However, her reply was no...
Audrey stared at the clock on the side of the table. 6:10. In five more minutes Ryan would be home and her worries would go away. She could tell him about her new job, the promotion they would give her to return to work, and her work-from-home availability. It had been great being at home with the kids for four years, but as materialistic as it sounded, she liked having money for extra things. Ryan was always great at tho...
In the weeks following Beckett's death, the mourning of everyone in Oliver's house seemed to coalesce until it took on a presence all its own. Sadness followed me from room to room, and every time I saw Damien's grief-stricken face, my own pain grew even more wrenching. Beneath our despair was a sense of expectation, almost as if we were all holding our breath. Everyone, but especially Phil, had an ear to the ground, and...
Up until the moment she approached, I'd have sworn the answer to can a bikini stop time would be an emphatic no. But in that moment, I change my mind. I’m chilling from the brutal heat of the midday sun in the shade of a walnut tree, lying back on a towel after having cooled off in the nearby lake. My swim shorts are plastered to me, and catching a glimpse of her effortless European chic on the path to my right has an imm...
We had been drinking and talking for the last half hour. I don’t know if it was Amy’s hand on my thigh, or Tyler’s prolonged stare in a bit of extended silence, but I knew we had hit the fork in the road. No longer could we pretend that we were three friends who hadn’t seen each other in a while just catching up on this and that. The true purpose of our matching those months ago, and that first evening out, and tonight, s...
“Hello! Anybody home?” I called out as I entered the house. There was no response. The backyard was also empty. I poured an iced tea and crashed on the living room couch with a sigh. It had been a long Thursday with two classes and a lab. Now I had a lonely long weekend ahead. I jumped when I heard the door. A female voice called out, “Hello! Anybody home?” I chuckled at the echo of my own entrance. “In here,” I called ba...
I could have soaked in that glorious tub for hours. Oliver was right about me being exhausted. At one point, I actually dozed off, waking only when I heard someone enter the guest room. Suddenly alert, I held my breath and hoped it was Oliver returning. But no one knocked at the closed bathroom door, and silence fell again. I figured Damien had brought dinner and then promptly departed. Hunger coaxed me out of the tub. I...
Though Victoria shared her name with the reigning monarch, the similarities ended there. She very much doubted the ruler would condone—or even contemplate—an outfit such as the one she wore. The ornate gild of the mirror in her chambers framed a woman brimming with inner confidence, unashamed to express her sexuality where others chastised her loose morals, preferring to toe societal norms in dress and values. Cupping the...
My neighbours were going at it again and I wasn't missing it for the world. The tumbler is already upended in my grip against the joining wall, my ear jammed to its base as her escalating sighs of arousal filter through, almost as clearly as if I were in the room with them. I wish I was. My bedroom is dark, it's gone midnight and they noisily came back from a party in a taxi that needed a new fan belt. Once that had squea...
Sitting at the dining table, I tried ignoring the gritty feeling behind my eyeballs caused by the lack of sleep. Tiredness wasn't my only problem. Shame and stupidity are not good bedfellows at the best of times but I couldn't change the past. All I could do now was silently rue last night's decisions. oØo “Can Andrea sleep over tonight, Daniel? It is a Friday after all,” Shannon asked sweetly over dinner. Usually, her mo...
