I woke on Saturday morning to the smell of coffee and my wife in a t-shirt and panties watching me. We exchanged a hot "Good morning, sexy," kiss, I got a cup of coffee and took a quick shower. I was ready to get on the road for the six-hour drive to Chicago to see my old high school debate partner and friend, Susan. Delaney, my petite, sexy wife, carried my bag to the car, stuck her tongue down my throat during another p...

If I hadn't been so unbelievably hard and horny, I might have hesitated before joining Wren in my bed. But my need to come overrode all other thoughts. I hurried toward my friend, who was still flushed. Standing at the bedside, I was suddenly unsure. Did she really want me to climb in with her? Maybe she'd meant that I should jerk off at a safe distance. Wren seemed to realize my uncertainty. With a playful grin, she ease...

I was wrapping a last-minute gift when Carli, my roommate, entered our apartment. "Jesus, it's cold out there!" Focused on the task before me, I didn't look up while she stamped the snow from her boots. "You wouldn't be so cold if you'd dress for winter instead of running around in skimpy clothes." "I just went out for a minute, Izzy." Carli's exasperated sigh easily carried over to me. Picking up the now-wrapped gift, I...

Bosom buddies. That was what my mom always called me and Charity. While the term usually made me and my best friend snicker, I couldn't help but think of it now, when the two of us stood facing each other in my bedroom. A few minutes earlier, Charity had arrived at my house and let herself inside. The sound of her bounding up the steps made me grin. It was a Saturday afternoon, and since my parents would be gone till earl...

Huh? Who is it? Oh, hey… Yeah, hang on... Let me get dressed... Just give me a minute… I um… Ah, there it is… Hold on. I’m coming… Okay, hi. Yeah, come on in. No, I just woke up. Oh, is it three in the afternoon already? I can’t believe I slept that late. Yeah, sorry. I guess I slept through class this morning… But you went, right? Well, maybe I can get your notes off you. Come on... Please?... Thanks. I’ll make it up to...

The apartment was swelteringly hot. It felt more like an oven with the stagnant air and the voyeuristic sunlight glaring into the living room through the crevices of the vertical blinds and the sheer curtain over them. Otherwise, the room was completely dark and every fan we owned was turned toward the couch bed where my roommate Sergei was sprawled out with no shirt or pants on and a sheet over his lap. He had one hand h...

Have you ever wondered who a doctor calls when he gets sick? Or who cleans a dentist's teeth? What happens when a therapist gets the ol' gloomies? They phone a friend, obviously. "Hey, you working tonight?" Claire checked over her shoulder to make sure her last visit of the day had actually shown himself out, catching a glimpse of his elbow as the door closed behind him. "Hello to you too, stranger." "Sorry," Joe muttered...

Katie and Emily stumbled into their hotel room, laughing at Katie’s lengthy fumbles with the key card, owing to her slightly tipsy state. The night had been a whirlwind in a London buzzing with life as they’d watched one of their favourite bands from years ago make their big comeback. After the show, they’d soaked up the bright lights of Leicester Square, knocked back a few drinks, then hopped into a cab back to the hotel...

It was almost dark by the time I got home. As soon as I let myself inside the apartment, I caught a whiff of Devon's homemade spaghetti sauce. He was sitting on the couch, his laptop in front of him. "Hey, Heidi," he greeted me with a smile. "There are leftovers in the kitchen if you're hungry." After setting my purse and keys on an end table, I strode toward my roommate so I could plant a kiss on the top of his head. "Yo...

"Want to talk about it?" Blake sat beside me on the couch, sipping the beer I'd given him when he arrived a few minutes ago. He didn't look at me as he spoke. Instead, he gazed out the window at the clouds darkening the sky. Patient as ever, he waited for me to explain the text I'd sent him earlier that afternoon: Please come over. I really need to see you. But now that he was here, I couldn't find the words. I spent all...

Brandi flopped down on the bed, depleted and satisfied. She realized her shirt and panties were stretched and drenched beyond repair, but she didn’t give a shit. She looked back at her roommate, her compact gymnastic-level body still dressed in the cutest black lace. “Thanks for the finger fuck.” Brandi giggled at Jill and Ben. “Look at you, so easy to please.” Jill heckled back, “I haven’t even let Ben stretch out that t...