People watching is hard to beat. Take that couple across the street from Café Charlot where I sit enjoying the last fingers of Parisian sun casting long shadows along Rue de Bretagne. They're dressed up, probably for the theatre. Polo shirt and slacks. Evening gown. Drink and meal before the performance. A cocktail after. Then back to her place. They're young. Married. Likely to one another, but no guarantees. She's the m...

“You’re having me on… this has to be a parody account. How many fucking Christmas trees does a person need?” Dave asked with an air of disbelief as he handed me back my mobile phone. “Honestly, I couldn’t make this up. She really does put a tree in every room, including the cinema room in the basement,” I replied. “Facebook is made for someone like her.” “Of course, you can’t forget the fucking cinema room. You Americans...

The crimson sunlight streaked through the slats of the wooden blind, staining the dar,k stuffy room in tiger stripes of gold and red, and setting the ever-present dust motes in the air alight with the twinkle of fiery embers. The slow, soft clanking of the ceiling fan as it laboriously rotated was the only sound to disturb the silence. It might have been serene, were it not so warm. The air was stifling, beads of sweat ro...

Dear Daddy, If you're reading this, it's unmistakable that I received your voicemail and decided to compose a twisted truth teaser text reply via email to the cryptic message you left as soon as I managed my mildly muddled mind. I'll let you find out the facts from the fallacies of this femme's fatuity. The curse of climate change is real and it's fucking my motivation like life hasn't fucked my life enough for my publish...

As Monday midday approaches, you have your desk full with mind numbing work in your office. Part of you is joyful about the new role and part of you hates the additional BS paperwork. As lunch time approaches, I walk in with a lunch basket for an in-office lunch. I close the glass door behind me and walk around the desk to give you a nice, wet, passionate kiss and then set your lunch on your desk. You look at the sandwich...

Chapter Forty-Five Grace ate her meal in silence while Mac and Sal talked business, politics, and sports. Sal tried to engage her in the conversation at one point, but he gave up after her one-word answers made it clear she was in no mood to talk. Mac’s phone rang and, when he excused himself to go answer it, Sal looked at Grace and said, “I’m sorry if I said anything wrong.” “You didn’t,” she said, trying to keep her emo...

The scent of wet leather drifts to my nostrils as I clamp my teeth around his belt and wail, the searing heat from the stripe of wax on my exposed breast racing to every nerve ending that matters. I choke back the safe word behind the unforgiving loop that stretches around my head from the corners of my mouth. I'm a big girl, and asked for this; begged, even. I want to please him. Show him how much I trust his judgement t...

It's almost unbearably hot. All the windows are open yet no cooling breeze dares to enter the sunlit hotel room. The only thing the beads of moisture on your naked skin can pick up is the slight movement of air as I pass your bound body, the gentle pressure of my finger against your parted mouth under the thick knitted tie being used as a blindfold, the firm flick of my tongue against your erect pierced nipple, the coolin...

The beach was teeming with people on a sultry afternoon. He walked carefully through the crowd of sunbathers back to the beach towel where she laid on her tummy. Her sun-kissed hair danced in the breeze instead of being tucked away in her usual clip. He took an ice cube from his drink and traced it along the line of her blue thong bikini between her sexy ass cheeks. It melted almost instantly on her skin, hot from the sun...

Two months after their wedding, Chad and Reina were getting used to the many changes in their lives. Their move into the new house had been stressful, but they were pretty much settled in and had unpacked most of the boxes. All that was left was the sex dungeon on the third floor. They had all the equipment and toys in the office area on that level still waiting to be unpacked, set up, and played with. They just hadn’t ha...

My excitement matched the general buzz on the train as it departed towards its dedicated destination, a benefit concert in Ellis Park.  We were a group of strangers on our way to the same party so everyone was bent on having fun. Clearly, the party had started early for some, as I could smell the odd whiff of alcohol. I had to work that morning, so I was traveling alone and would be meeting two friends, Mack and John at t...