“Get a divorce.” “Yes, right,” she said. “I need to do that. I will. I promise.” ---- A few days later, Ethan and Maggie had a meeting at the store with a new vendor making a sales pitch. After the sales rep left, they talked about a couple other issues, then Ethan changed the subject. “What’s up with you and Brad?” her father asked nonchalantly, taking Maggie by surprise. “Huh? Why do you ask?” Maggie said. “Well, I don’...

Brad was heading to his parent's house for Thanksgiving. Even though it was a seven-hour drive, he tried to make it back home several times a year to visit for a few days, to see his mom and stepfather, and catch up with friends. He worked as a park ranger and lived in a remote outpost in a national forest, and although he loved the woods and the solitude and the peacefulness of the wilderness, it was good to get back to...

Jack had spent a very long, difficult week at work. He'd had to stay in the city for the whole week, away from his home, his bed, and his lady. The training session had all but drained him. The three hour drive home, in heavy Friday traffic, was almost more than his exhausted mind could bear. When he was about fifteen minutes from home, Jack phoned Jill to say he was almost there. 'She sounded odd,' Jack thought. 'Nearly...

We jogged down the street, already late and more than a little tipsy. Not the greatest first impression but I was grinning just the same.  I missed this. Hopping bars until the early hours, just drinking and laughing the night away without worrying about what tomorrow will bring. Time wasted with friends is time well wasted after all. Dave and I hadn’t been out like this since...well probably since before he got married....

Don't offer me glamour. Don't gift me fake real. No cheerleaders or drug dealers, no crop tops and high heels, no beginner's guide to BDSM in a simple ABC. No sorority sluts and their slumber party sex, no handymen visits to frustrated housewives, no hotel bar hook ups, no stepbrothers or stepsisters, no teenage nubiles seeking well-aged cock. No aunties and adolescents, no Daddies, no Mommies, no strip poker nights with...

Sweet peach, nectar floods   Rough hands, soft to touch Soil me now, budding flower Delve deep, deeper still   Push down, push harder One trail, across my chin A fountain lavish, from within Mouths to open, holes to fill   Loud sky, thick air   Dip slow, stir faster Eat life, live sin Roll over, big spill   Small circles, shallow thrusts Must reach, will touch Peak glory, abashed abyss Pulling current, waves of bliss   Pe...

As I thirstily lick The sweat of your back Your quiver Ends in a grip Who constricts who   My solid response Inside you, pulsating I grab a firm hold Of your hips Me within you   In our drunken fervor Unable to speak A murmur Escaping your lips A sigh bleeding through   Entwining our bodies Churning together Melting the edges A merging of beings Who is who   As animals As angels Furious, scarred Screaming with life Soft i...

They’d both been thinking about that night, about each other. They agreed to meet the following Saturday, 3 p.m. at a bench in the back of the old cemetery behind the abandoned stone church next to the Civic Park. It was nearby, quiet, and private. They would meet with masks on, keep the intrigue a little longer, and they would unmask together, and depending on how well the meeting went, perhaps they would make a night of...

Renata was in a foul mood, although a satisfied smile did curl her lips as she peered at herself in the full-length mirror. She looked damn good, she thought. She knew she had a good body, anybody would. Slim, five-seven, pretty face, glistening shoulder-length black hair, firm not-too-big tits, flat tummy, toned upper body and long, lean legs. She was thirty-nine years old but people often took her for much younger. She...

My tongue is searching Softly Confused by your fingers Salty   Your eyes have a voice Clearly, bright Your hands wander slowly Wake me   You want to see me I show you Your gaze becomes black A satin pool, drawing me in   Your tentative stroke Releases   I am a red cauldron of fire Magma for your loins   We are a secret Kept, unkempt As dirty as lies As solemn as truth   I am a thunderstorm,  Waiting You are a lightning st...

Chapter 20 I’m just getting out of my car across the street from my office building when I feel my phone buzz. Before pulling it out to see who texted, I pull my coat closer to my face as I quickly run across the busy downtown street and into my building. I know it’s petty, but the fact that VPs have to park across the street, instead of in the actual building’s parking lot, annoys me every morning that it’s not sunny. Lo...

taboothe lines that lay between usscorching my marrowand I am guilty of this cursethe gravity that lays betwixt our eyesa jagged breath of forbidden romancestricken of the lovethat must grow un-satiatedlike the taste of ambrosiato desiccated lipsfruit of the godsbeyond our reachtaste of peachesthe flavor of your loinsmelting upon the tip of my tongueas lust burns a seance between usand I smolder in the flames of our divis...

Aphrodite would weep,withering in the icy beauty of your visagemy Hel,the fury of your lust chains mein fiery links of scorching satinbinding my blood to the thrum of your ownthe scent of your hair,black orchids,splashed across the intoxicating aroma of your sex,drive me feralas of a beast that rages against the halteryou hold, aching for me to break...even in my dreams,I taste you,taste you seeping into every crack of my...

Sadice I thought I was over her, until she rode into town with her company of one hundred and fifty men. Arden had aged since the last time I saw her. A scar ran down one side of her face, and her hair had a white streak where the scar disappeared up into her scalp. There were lines where there had been none, and her normally quiet face kept a slight frown in place as if it belonged there. But I would know those eyes in a...

Chapter 18 “I’ll have a glass of champagne. We’re waiting for two more people to get here, but they should be here any moment. So please also bring out a glass of the pinot noir and an old fashioned,” I say to the server who came by to take our drink orders. “How do you know what they order?” Jackie asks me once the server has left our table. Jackie and I came separately to the hotel bar from the office, but we’re both on...