The bass pulsed through the club, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the pounding of my heart. My eyes scanned the throng of bodies, searching for something, someone, I didn't even know what. Then I saw him. He was leaning against the bar, a silhouette against the neon lights, his gaze sweeping the room with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. Dark hair, a hint of stubble shadowing his jaw, and eyes… oh, those e...

I met Greta, my mother-in-law's neighbor, at a holiday dinner, and she mentioned that she had heard I did little home fix-it projects, so I gave her my number and assured her I would be happy to help. Not long after, she called about her bathroom light switches, and I went over. We had a nice chat, she fed me lunch, we drank a glass together, and I liked how easily the conversation flowed. She had a kind personality, and...

She didn't want to be there... It was almost certain he would be there. It was his continuation day and her obligation as an alumni and board member was to make an appearance. Things didn't end well for them last time. The energy is too much for both of them. --------- He wants more. She's everything he wants, the chemistry, the connection, the bolt of lightning she sends through his body when he sees her. She hates that...

It always seethed under his skin, the constant reminder of it. The fact that he was Other. “Twenty-third time’s the charm,” he said as he heaved his heavy slug body onto the desk chair. Typing with cybernetic fingers - instead of his natural flippers - was always such a hassle. Faking his humanity was the real reason he never found anyone. NO ONE knew that much about what he was mixed with or what to do with him. The majo...

"Why do you sit in the corner?" "I have no rhythm." His leading hand pulled her onto the dance floor. She stood motionless at first; unsure, awkward steps followed until he intervened. Placing a hand on the small of her back, he guided her hips with his, gently swaying, subtly grinding until she felt it - the beat. With patience, he taught her the crescendos and decrescendos of edging. She slid up and down his cock, exper...

“Don't be scared. Let me show you something.” She took her husband's hand and, hiking up her skirt, pushed it slowly down the front of her panties. She was warm and wet and hungry between her thighs. Shaved smooth for Him, she felt obscenely soft. His touch slid across her velvet folds, making her shiver with delight. She squeezed his wrist. Shifting her weight forward, she found just the right angle from which her pussy...

I was almost home by the time I realised that my phone was still charging in Liam’s apartment. “Shit,” I said, prompting his chauffeur to tap the brakes as we approached Clapham Common. “Everything okay?” He looked at me through the rear-view mirror and indicated to pull in. He had a thick grey moustache and reminded me of a Mario Brother.  “Sorry. I think I left my phone.” I tapped my non-existent pockets; the universal...

The driving rain pelted the ground as I emerged from the London Underground and made my way through the crowds of damp commuters towards the office. It was two weeks before Christmas and the shopfronts twinkled with sparkling festoon lighting and colourful gift displays. Despite the terrible weather and the lousy, underpaid job I was headed to, there was nowhere else I’d rather be at that time of year than London. Clutchi...

I breathe you in slow and steadyIn the space of a heartbeat, we are oneYour fingertips lily petals down my backYour lips' gravitational pullCompletely irresistible. I exhaleA jagged breath, heavily weighted with yearningYour weight pressed against me like a blanketWarm and radiating with safetyA groan. Your eyes sparkbut the fire ignites in meMy legs, a vice, pulling you deeperMy skin thrums with longingEvery nerve beggin...

Me and Al were supposed to be a one time fling, but it was inevitable that we’d be together a little longer.  The first night we met, we had dinner at El Tepeyac, a Mexican restaurant in City of Industry, just outside of Los Angeles.  My 65-year-old, six foot tall, 280 lb. hunk of a Mexican man, despite what was said between us leading up to our date, was keeping it classy and showing me a good time.  His salt and pepper...

I can remember perfectly that school year, it was always the same. Whenever I saw him, I felt really happy, just to know the fact that he was there, near me. Some of my girl classmates constantly asked me “don’t you like any boy from the group?” and my answer was always negative. It seemed to be weird to know that with 16 years I didn’t like any guy, but for being true, there was one, the only and the best and he…he was m...