You really hurt my feelings, you know. That first time you invited me over to your mom’s house. It was Christmas time. Real Christmas time, not the endless, unnatural jingle hell that you and I live in every day, working for Winter Wonderland. You’d think after three years of shoveling reindeer shit to a steady soundtrack of Bing Crosby and Mariah Carey, I’d be relieved to go home to an empty apartment and a dinner of fuc...

Nora Olivia pulled a chair out, ushering Nora to sit. As she took her seat, Nora caught that now-familiar scent of sea salt and sage. She breathed in deeply, wanting to commit the luxurious fragrance to memory. “You look incredible,” Olivia said, her eyes scanning up and down Nora’s body as she took the seat to her left. Her gaze lingered for a fraction longer on the exposed skin of Nora’s thigh. The high slit in her dres...

My name is Joana, although most people call me Jo. I was born to Colombian parents, but have lived in Spain all my life, so I’m definitely Latina. I had a pretty normal upbringing and a few early boyfriends. But my life changed forever when I got pregnant by mistake when I was nineteen. It was with Lukas, a guy I’d been seeing on and off. It was just an accident. Isn’t it strange? One little hour of sex between two people...

FINALLY! I was happy that school was back in session! I couldn’t WAIT to get back to campus. I LOVE school. I was good at it, carrying a solid 3.5, majoring in Architecture. I was reasonably hot, so there was no shortage of guys trying to get with me. But mostly, I loved school because my mother wasn’t there. It wasn’t that I didn’t love my mother. I did, I mean I do, but she was still so bitter and angry that any time sp...

Despite expecting the call, the sound of his phone ringing still made him jump. Her name on his screen gave him equal pleasure and anxiety, knowing that any of these calls could be the one where she told him that she couldn’t do this anymore. That the ocean which separated them was too wide, that the stolen phone calls were no longer enough for her. Or that her husband had changed and she was staying with him. Pushing his...

“Little Beckett, are you trying to hide under there? You’re not doing a very good job.” “Fuck, Babe, how many times…” “Shush!” Gabby snapped, slapping the sheet where her boyfriend’s morning wood twitched underneath. He didn’t flinch much. “I wasn’t talking to you, Big Beckett,” she said, dragging a long nail along its striking length to tuck the sheet in around it. “I was saying good morning to Little Beckett. Hello, Lov...

The bright blue flash turned out to be an angel, who had climaxed while she was masturbating. Aaron, an Emergency Medical Technician, had heard moans under the boardwalk, and walked behind the pylons to see if anything was wrong. It was then that he saw the flash. When the blue cleared, there she was. She was wearing no clothes, sitting on a beach blanket, leaning back against a pylon, with her legs propped up in front of...

Chapter One McKinley Stewart stood by the open French doors in his office and enjoyed the fragrant aroma of the flowering dogwood trees his gardener, Javier, had planted in the three-story atrium eight years earlier. The scent reminded him of the day when he’d been interviewing potential candidates for the position of escort to accompany him on a lengthy trip while he was in the midst of expanding his firm’s global presen...

Chapter One Hundred-Eleven Grace woke with a start, trembling from the horrific nightmare that interrupted her dreams. She’d been at the beach, holding her baby, when a tidal wave snatched the newborn from her arms. Panic-stricken, she went into the water to try to save her child, but a rip current developed and pulled her under. It took her a moment to realize it wasn’t real and that the little girl she and Mac looked fo...

The world seemed in never-ending turmoil as the decade of the 60's drew close. Vietnam was an ongoing war, and the peace movement was in full swing. Woodstock was fresh in everyone's memory, providing our generation with the hope that as we graduated high school, we could affect change in a world of unchanging politicians and nineteenth-century morals our parents had grown up adhering to and tried to force on our generati...