“I need you,” Dan growls. Sadie, turning from the sink, feels his hardness pressing. His fingers parting her dress, she whispers, “He’ll be home soon.” “Quickly then.” To the kitchen table, lifting, lying her back there, knees high, legs wide. He grins lustfully, “That oldie, Jack Nicholson screwing Jessica Lange—” “Postman Always Rings Twice?” she acknowledges. “Love role-playing, don’t you? “ With his thrusting urgency,...

I always spend my Friday nights with my good friend, George, drinking and exchanging our troubles. Months before my divorce from Rita, he had listened patiently to my sad tales of how we were drifting apart. He offered some advice, even suggested marriage guidance, but that had gone down like a cement balloon with Rita. Anyway, about six weeks after the divorce, while bending my body and twisting while lifting a heavy box...

Linda leaned against the woodland tree. The stranger pulled her running shorts and panties down. Wetness explored, his massive hardness drove up her welcoming channel, lifting her off her feet. Somewhere dogs barked. Legs wrapped around him as he growled, “Always this early?” “Always.” Thrust. Such power. “Enjoy fucking?” “Anywhere. Anytime.” Another thrust. Rapture. Moaning, “Cock feels desperate.” Thrust. Wild elation....

Winter was over, yet the Paris drizzle had remained into April. Little sun, and the dark grey skies matched the mood of Mike as he scanned each passing female. Paris is so large. His failure to find one beautiful, much beloved, face, after seven months searching was dragging him down. He strolled into a lane and headed for his favourite café, where, even though the sky remained grey, he was struck by instant sunlight. “Mi...

Ella Fitzgerald was singing, ’Every time we say goodbye.’ From the door, Carrie put down the case and looked at him. “Why that one?” Paul shrugged, “Alexa’s choice. But so true.” His eyes roamed longingly over her clinging blue dress, fabulous breasts, thighs V-ed. “You’ll quickly forget me.” “Forget our searching, exploring mouths. Yours so warm and welcoming. Smoothness of those breasts. Entering you. The places we’ve b...

Again that, thin, tentative, yet demanding cry. Sleeps sensuous pit rejects him as he unwillingly, swings his feet to the floor. Wifely shape slumbers on, oblivious. Her turn, too. Forgetting sleep, as cold air strikes bed-warm chest. Weary legs stagger to reach cot-side. That tiny back is patted gently while fingers grope over smooth, sleep-warm face, locating sticky maw of mouth. He has that momentary parental glow as h...

Cassie Millen slid naked from her lonely bed and viewed her body in the tall mirror. Without being too vain, she had to admit that the body she was viewing was in pretty decent shape for a thirty-nine-year-old. Good skin covering subtle curves at shoulder, waist and hip. Thighs, well, good solid shape, that had been known to part willingly. She sighed. Too many months had passed since her last one-night stand had slipped...

Far into the deepening darkness of night  I lie alone in my rumpled bed Sheets awry as though victims of torment. My thoughts alert, in recalling her Smooth skin against mine, gently, Sometimes wildly, frantically heaving, In all our poses, legs parted Accepting ardent caresses Of fingers, lips and tongue She, giving willing Access to my hardness Me, keenly accepting that gift To glide upwards, ever upwards Into her welco...

Sunshine backlights the golden bedroom curtains Somewhere children yell and scream, Standard Sunday morning Sleep sanded eyes gaze pettily Upwards, aggravation in mind as Semi erection flops on his thigh, Uselessly reminding Of last evening’s plaintive ‘Too tired.’ Rejected, on Saturday’s traditional Love-night, was untenable. But now, Did the mattress just dip? Unexpected fingers stroke So gentle, her gossamer touch Like...

Before the passion begins. Eyes dark, eyes light, share Unnamed hopes, and heartfelt promise Of raptures to be given And received   Before the passion begins So familiar, the hair, the cheeks, the sway Of her walk, the swagger of his. Her lips that pout temptation yet smile Deep into his heart   Before the passion begins Touch her cheek, so silken, Stroke his chin so rough Hand touches hand, coolness before Heat of skin o...

The moment Brad's tongue touched her hot spot, sparks flared in Ashea's blood, and coursed throughout her body. Every part of her flesh tensed and slackened in a wild uncertainty. Reaching her divine passage, the sparks burst into a magical flame, a fire that demanded stoking, craved it. Madly, she clutched Brad's man-thing, and pulled him towards her fevered centre. Ready, but not ready, Brad knew what was about to happe...

Linda Payton slid out of bed and went, naked, to the window. Who could sleep in this heat? Barely one a.m. and she had been tossing and turning since coming to bed. Too hot, plus the fact that her mind wouldn’t stop churning over her problem with her third novel. Writer’s block had never bothered her before but she had landed her heroine, Kate, in a romantic impasse which she just could not resolve. Her first two novels w...

It was almost sunset when you pulled onto my street. I heard the squeal of your tires as I waited on the porch, my girlfriend inside. I couldn't refuse your demand. You knew that. Leaning in your window, your breath as sweet as dew on roses. Your hands locked onto my hair and you pulled me to the cruelest, most beautiful set of lips I ever craved. You bit my lower lip, hard. I moaned as quietly as I could, and dampened my...