I’m nervous. Actually, I’m not ready for this. I don’t know if I can do this. I’m in the bathroom of the hotel room I’ve booked for us near the airport. Leah is in the bedroom; I assume she is flipping through her phone, watching NFL highlights on the TV. Waiting for me. I feel like the dog who has caught the car. Am I OK? Am I hard enough? Am I too hairy? Do I have a bod that is more Dad than Bod? “Baby,” Leah says beyon...

Nineteen, my first time, a discreet motel, not romantic but the real thing at last. He was older, mysterious, probably had a wife or girlfriend, but a fan of inexperienced flesh. No strings attached. His figure imposing to mine, muscular, hairy, and well-endowed. I was petite, soft, but willing. He knew what he was doing, I didn't. Impressive stamina, controlled dominance, multiple orgasms for me, and a plentiful one for...

“Click-wish, click-whoosh,” the shutter of Marilyn’s Nikon snapped rapidly in staccato bursts. Her impromptu subject pursed her blood-red, pouting lips, her hands squeezing her taut, erect nipples through the thin fabric of her top as she posed, loving being the center of attention in the art gallery. The onlookers—art collectors, critics, reporters, patrons, and the artsy crowd—watched in hushed dismay, their faces masks...

Tanya and her mom, Sally, were living in England for the last ten years, and, then, when Tanya graduated high school, they moved back to the United States because Sally had gotten a great job offer. As luck would have it, Sally's best friend, Rita, lived within thirty minutes of where Sally would be working and she said that Tanya and herdaughter could stay with her as long as they wanted. She said she would love having c...

Finally, Ted collapsed beside her, letting out a loud exhausted sigh. Pam rolled against him, throwing one of her legs over his. "You are really something, mister," she whispered before lightly kissing his cheek. He replied, "It's not me." "Unless there was someone in the room you didn't tell me about, it certainly was you," she said. Ted looked at her and said, "No. I mean, all of that wasn't me. I can't do that. I can't...

Chapter 1 Late Friday afternoon, Ted and his assistant, Pam, were working on putting together a proposal that needed to be ready to present on Tuesday morning. This hadn't been the plan. It was just proving to be much more complicated than they'd imagined, and upper management had made continuous requests for changes. They were a little stressed over the project as they attempted to keep management's silly demands out of...

The things she does, sometimes unknowingly, make me seethe with anger. My petulance gets the better of me, but her ability to work me up into a testy, touchy, and snarky bitch is beyond belief. She’s been home all day and nothing has been done. As I look around the room my brain adds up all the negatives. The dishes left on the countertop even when the dishwasher is empty, not a sliced vegetable in sight for the evening m...

The acrid smoke from the forest fires hung in the air just above the treetops. The dark haze blocked the sun and dipped down into the roadway as I drove to the cottage. The fires were still distant but I needed to check my place and prepare in the event the winds shifted and drove the flames closer. I crested the hill and was enveloped in the smoke, keeping the windows up and the a/c on recirculate to keep the worst of it...