A couple of years ago, I began mowing lawns and doing small landscaping jobs to earn some extra spending money. It was a modest investment with a tantalizing potential. In our small town, the only job options seemed to be fast food joints, the pizza place, the convenience mart, or the grocery store. None of those options appealed to me. I craved freedom in my daily life and the joy of being outdoors when the weather was p...

Luke continued down the sun-drenched sidewalk at a forced and awkward jogging pace. His ongoing knee rehab demanded he dial back his pacing and ease into his regular workout routine. In practice, the jog only added to Luke’s impatience and growing frustration. The rehab process could have been worse. Luke’s girlfriend, April, was more than supportive, providing plenty of distraction and encouragement. Most distractions ca...

Work was horrible this week. My feet ached in my boots and I had soaked through my shirt hours ago. All the guys on the crew were ragged. Most fell asleep in the boss's car on the drive home. My buddy– Cody– had fallen asleep next to me and now his head was on my shoulder. I sat awake looking out of the back seat window. The boss’s beaten old LA Sabbre, protesting loudly, sped down the road. The old man was driving with o...

There is a common fiction many of us adhere to which goes something like this: When you find the person that you've always desired, then you will be happy. My experience and that of many of the people I know is that this is indeed a falsehood. We may be happy for a period of time, but we bring ourselves into the relationship and no one is perfect. Therefore, there is a strong likelihood that after an initial honeymoon, we...

Sam and Tom had now been dating for a few weeks and we were growing closer each day with love and lust. I had hit up James, her ex, for a coffee and let him know that Sam and I were dating, which he was happy for both of us as he had an inkling how my previous relationship had ended. After dinner that night an while eating Christmas Cake, I had confessed my meeting with James to Sam. She pulled herself onto my lap and gav...

After eight years of marriage, our sex life had grown stale and dull. “Take me by surprise,” I told him, “Any time.” Nearly a week passed. Not another word was said. I was sitting at my desk working on my last Lush story. The door burst open. He gently pulled me up from the office chair, then pushed me down, so I was bent over my writing desk. He reached around and undid my jeans, yanking them down. Then my panties. He en...

When I first started working at the gym, I stood out right away, in a good way. People commented on how hard I worked. James once told me that members would stop him and comment on how great of a worker I was multiple times a day. James also told me that he liked when I was there because he never had to worry about what the club looked like (minus the ladies' locker room, of course). A few months into the job, I was prett...

Sam I woke up alone in the hotel bed and checked the clock on the bedside table. 9:43 AM. Mark must’ve let me sleep in after another late night of orgasms, rather than waking me as he was leaving for work. I moaned contentedly and luxuriated in the cozy bed, stretching my limbs and enjoying the soft, cool sheets on my bare skin. As I reached onto Mark’s side of the bed, my hand brushed over something. I found a postcard-s...

Chapter 1 “Hello, sweetheart.” I walk into my living room greeted by the man I love but sometimes question; surrounded by the light of melting candles, sounds of suggestive warm music bouncing off the windows and the smell of burnt incense staining the sealing. His intentions were clear, not by the apartment's atmosphere, not by the fact he was wearing nothing but an open checkered shirt and boxers that are one size too s...

As I came into my room and stood in front of the full-length mirror, I unwrapped the towel and let it fall on the floor. I looked at my naked reflection in the mirror. Involuntarily, my left hand began making a slow, lazy circle around my right breast and nipple, while my right hand gently rubbed my smooth pussy mound. Let me introduce myself, before I begin my story. My name is Stacey. I'm a 26-year-old woman from Califo...

To all appearances, Karen was one of the most traditional, proper women around. Most everyone saw her that way. It was an image she cultivated. She dressed quite modestly, she acted very proper in public, and she was outspokenly traditionalist. She was a fervent defender of the importance of traditional values. But underneath that was another Karen: a beautiful blonde who really liked sex. Both of us were between relation...