June awoke with a smile on her face. The erotic dream she experienced had been very vivid and occurred after an evening that left her breathless and filled with beautiful thoughts. June remained on her bed as she relived the pleasure of listening to the story he had attached an audio of him reading to her. Max's voice had added that extra touch, and June had stroked, fingered, writhed, and giggled her way to a very intens...

It was a letter that upended my world. Not one of the “Dear John” variety; that would have been less painful. Nor was it a “We Regret To Inform,” but the sense of loss, while not as acute, was even more all-encompassing. No, it wasn’t a letter of the paper-and-ink kind at all. Instead, it was one of the many small sigils that make up those and many other missives, the second of the twenty-six characters that comprise the...

She sat in a wicker chair with a wide, rounded, richly crafted backrest and a cream leather seat. She dress in a silver silk robe, her loose breasts marking the fabric, her straight hair tied on top of her head. Her legs were elegantly crossed, and tanned, her feet dangling inside white leather sandals. The newspaper lying on her thighs shows a headline: 'Berlin Surrounded! The Reds stop American convoys. The Cold War beg...

A low moan of pleasure escaped her lips. His head was nestled between her legs as he licked her there. She caressed his curly hair. The feeling of his probing tongue sent erotic ripples through her young body. They were high school sweethearts. The summer moon shone down through the open sunroof on them in the back seat of his car. He captured her clit between his warm lips and gently sucked. Another moan escaped her, and...

"In Oriental myth, the Foxwoman is an evil spirit of torment and strife. It took the form of a beautiful woman and seduced men to their ruin. Luckily, we no longer believe in evil spirits." *** The blue ornate kimono she had been wearing had long since ended up on the floor. Her golden naked body was now clothed in a fine layer of sweat, from her and from him. He had his hands on her firm breasts and the nipples under his...

Becca had just left her office and was walking to Starbucks for a coffee when one of her burner phones rang. It had to be Natasha because no one else had the number for that phone. The second burner had the number she gave the agency. She felt a shot of adrenaline as she answered because Natasha would not call just to say hello. Her voice sounded strained. “Becca, thank you for helping me to get away from those people. I...

Steam filled the enclosure, condensing on the Italian tile and running down the walls in a multitude of tiny rivulets. Moisture was everywhere and the spray was filling the air with a fog so thick it almost obscured the man's erection as she stroked his suds-covered length. Rebecca didn’t know him. She had met him in this very room in fact, but that didn’t matter much. She had never been shy about sex and if giving her bo...

JANINE Janine poured the contents of her Louis Vuitton bag out on the bedspread, adding a layer of loose tobacco to the embroidered design. She always carried an extra vial of crystal meth to get her through the next job, but those damn vice squad guys busted her connection. She hadn’t replenished her supplies in at least a week. This was yet another hazard of working undercover.For the last three years, Janine Voltaire w...

It was around eight pm, and my double-shift was about to end. We had been working overtime since the gangs had gone to war. Seven murders, in the last week alone. This city of angels was under siege. My rookie partner of two weeks had asked me to join her for drinks at Chubby's tonight. Reluctantly, I’d agreed, but it went against my rules to date a fellow cop. In all honesty, even though I had earnestly tried, it was har...