"Shoes?" "Yup." "Camera?" "Got it." "Flash drive?" "Shit. Thanks. Almost forgot it." I rushed to the desk drawer and grabbed the flash drive with my PowerPoint on it. My wife and I had a tradition of this checklist run-through every time I traveled for a conference. It was created out of necessity because I never had my head on straight and would invariably call from the destination whining about forgetting one important...

The next morning, Holly woke me before my phone's alarm sounded, and when I sat up on the couch, I released a low groan. "Morning, Josh!" she said, appearing completely unfazed by all the chardonnay she'd had the night before. Her eyes were bright as she gave me a sunny smile. I knew she had to be at the library a little later, but I had no idea how she could look so chipper. I was only grateful it was my Saturday off. "M...

I stood in front of Holly's apartment door that Friday evening in early March, a bottle of cheap pinot noir in my hand. Though Holly and I had worked together at the city library for several months, this was the first time she'd invited me over to her place, and as I waited for her to answer my knock, I wondered if I should have splurged on something better to drink despite my tight budget. When the door opened, it wasn't...

The door clicked as it opened and Ellie stepped into her room, pulling her backpack off her shoulder as she did so. As she closed the door behind her, slender fingers making sure to turn the lock on the door, she tossed her bag onto the chair at her desk and turned towards her bed. Her mind was just racing with ideas. She had gotten out early today, business being rather slow, but she was not complaining about that at all...

She had to. She just had to check one more time. Fingers gripping the curtain and carefully pulling it back, Ellie peeked out the window, emerald green eyes darting to the driveway and then the road before she was just as quickly letting go of the curtain to let it fall back into place again. Having seen nothing, she gave a small sigh of relief and stepped back into her room, turning to make her way toward her bed. She ha...

It's now or never My skirt I'll lift My pussy is wet If you catch my drift. . Shaking my bum Looking behind I want to work Your dirty mind. . You make a step Making you near Until your hands Rest on my rear. . I feel your caress And anticipate a slap I won't make you stop You're in my trap. . One after the other You do the spanking My juices dribbling Later do thanking . My bubble butt Now crimson red You whisper to me, "...

I took my time heading home that afternoon as I was still trying to process everything; what I had just witnessed, what I had just taken part in, and the feeling of guilt. But no matter how guilty I felt for participating in the sexual blackmailing of my mother, I knew it wouldn't be the end of it for me. The feeling was almost unbearable. Watching their affair up close and seeing them having sex together gave me a thrill...

“Don’t worry about it bro,” is all Mickey kept saying to me. “I’ve got you a special surprise waiting for you.” He was throwing a party for my twenty-fifth birthday. Or at least I thought he was. My buddy Mickey rented this room at a high-class hotel in town. His plan was to make me forget about Jena. Jena and I had just broke off a three-year relationship the week before. She admitted that she was sleeping around with Ke...

Julie was my wife’s best friend from school, but I always thought she was a bitch, and we never got on. My wife Sue, suspected this but hoped it would all work out eventually. I would always be polite when Julie came around, but neither of us liked each other, and it was obvious. She visited regularly as she lived in a house nearby, and was always popping in to see her friend, and intern, annoying me. She would even stay...

The way I see it, men are only good for one thing.  I don’t need men for money. I don’t need their attention.  I don’t need their drama and jealousy and clinginess. What I do need is a steady injection of cock.  I couldn’t live without it. I might prefer the soft touch and sexy curves of another woman, but I still need a good dose of dick. The problem with living life with no strings attached is that it is difficult to fi...

There was something about her that drove men wild. She wasn't the prettiest woman in the world. But she was attractive and striking with a nice smile, big brown eyes, and long, dark hair. She was Hispanic.  She didn’t have the type of porn star body that makes men rave, but she was lean and fit with small shoulders and a long neck. She had a small ass and strong thighs and tits that seemed just a bit too large for her sma...

If you travel enough you start to see the same faces. Business travelers seem to take the same flights. They go to the same cities. They stay at the same hotels. Everyone picks an airline or hotel chain based on a loyalty program. So if you spend a month in the downtown Hilton in Minneapolis, it's not uncommon to run into someone you met in the bar a year later in the same hotel brand in another major city. It's not like...