When I returned to their flat exactly one hour later, my heart racing with a mix of anticipation and trepidation, Benjamin answered the door dressed in nothing but a short, open bathrobe. The fabric barely covered his waist, revealing the enticing V-cut of his muscular abs and the top of his pubic hair. The sight of him standing there, so casually exposed, was like a punch to the gut, reigniting the flames of lust that ha...

The next day passed in a blur of anticipation. I went through the motions of my routine, my mind wandering back to the previous night's events at every opportunity. The quiet hum of the refrigerator had been replaced by the memory of Jenny's moans, the emptiness of the apartment no longer so stark. Yet, as the hours ticked by, I found myself craving more than just the memory of her taste. As the sun dipped below the horiz...

It was a balmy 33F outside. Got to the mall about 10 am. Was able to find Christmas gifts for my brother and sister yet still struggling to find something for my parents. Shopping for Christmas gifts for my parents is always a challenge as they have everything they need and when they find something they want they go get it. Then it hit me, the bookstore was my next stop. Dad enjoys cooking and grilling while Mom is always...

Her lips...it's all about her lips. Succulent, full, firm, soft as a peach that is ripe and lush, wet with juices, they are about to wrap firmly around my throbbing cock...eager to suck forth my own juices that lie waiting in a well deep within... It's all about those lips...not her eyes, not her hair, not even the smile that is formed by her lips. It is not the mischief or the laughter that flow forth from those lips, th...

I woke up with a start. “Laura!” my brother cried. It was the panic in his voice that jerked me to full consciousness. Ray looked horrified, and when I followed his eyes to the foot of our bed I saw the cause of his distress. Aunt Grace and Uncle Edwin stood over us, arms akimbo. “Shit,” I yelped, and tried to cover my nakedness. Deciphering their expressions proved a challenge. Their faces looked stern, but there was som...

I finished the chapter, turned the page, and rested my well-worn bookmark snug in the gutter before closing The Country Girls and placing the book on the accent table next to my armchair. Edna O'Brien’s writing inspired and frustrated me in equal measure. A breeze disturbed the sheer curtains flanking the balcony’s doorway. The shifting air came as a welcome relief. I was no stranger to sultry weather, but this Italian su...

Father Thomas cleared his throat, shifting in the dimly lit confessional. The worn velvet of his vestments brushed against the cold, wooden panel separating him from his next confessor. The murmur of the congregation outside the church drifted in, a gentle reminder of his duty. He had been a priest for barely a year, and this was his first assignment in the wealthy suburbs of Eastbridge. The parish was large and well-fund...

His escapist writing had come to an end and a cool drink brought reality back into focus. The square wasn't particularly busy, but it had become noisier, as the three women who had arrived planned their next move. The loudly discussed and agreed plan of action involved sitting at his table. When the three women did so, he saw the logo 'Tick Box Trio - Summer 2024 Tour' on each of their tee shirts. He made no effort to hid...

I grew up with a loving and affectionate mother, but an absentee father. Dad worked all the time, and most of it involved travel. I didn’t learn that he had cancer until after he died. I was eighteen years old at the time. Fortunately, he had a very good life insurance policy and had invested wisely. He left Mom and me independently wealthy. My mother was thirty-six, twenty years younger than my father when he passed. Bec...