The old oak tree Cast a dark shadow On a moonlit cottage Under the sallow. A clandestine pair Hiding feelings for ages Lovers trapped In invisible cages. The night is silent Our bodies in heat Symphony of moans Our love, bittersweet. Hunger surfaces A lion's growl His guttural groan Like a predator on a prowl. An old owl hoots Crickets in concert His hand fondles Under my skirt. Habiliments peeled Like leaves in Fall Noth...

I felt good the following day, I had only my fingers and an old vibe since Franks's death, and I missed him and his touch. I didn't enjoy my self-imposed celibacy, it had been a little over two years since his death, and it was about time I started dating again. But I had no clue where to start. I certainly wasn't going to date Debbie or have her in my bed again. She was nice, but I didn't trust her after seeing how she c...

“Hey, you're getting a little close down there,” Shane said, facing Leah in the tub. Feeling one of her toes scrape his inner thigh, up high, he added, “Not that I mind.” The two of them nudged each other with legs and feet and hands under the water, recounting how they had ended up like this. Confiding in each other over the past several weeks that their respective spouses didn't share their sexual desires, they had left...

“So, you like your sex to venture outside the bedroom?” Shane chuckled at Leah, taking a step sideways to bump his shoulder playfully into hers as they strolled side by side. “Absolutely!” She leaned over into him and gave the incoming wave a kick, spraying the salty water up in front of them. “Into the kitchen, perhaps?” An image of her from the first time she was at his house came to mind: her short shorts raised to rev...

Their motel tryst, vetted for adult consent plus contraceptive and STI safety, still left space for surprise … As arranged. "Five words total.  Fifteen minutes only.  Be ready."  After selfies and snapchats, they agreed upon these last instructions for their rendezvous. He casually rapped his knuckles on the motel door, Room 64.  She casually opened it.  The neon red glow of the room's digital clock shone 12:48 p.m. on th...

I leaned forward and grabbed my sexy partner around the ass, pulling her forward so that she had to put her legs on either side of the chair to straddle me. Her breasts were right in my face, flushed, erect nipples pointing past my cheeks. She must have been presenting them to me, so I obliged, wetting them with my tongue and lips. The sounds in her throat seemed to be moans of encouragement, so I spent some time with the...

As soon as the door clicked shut, I dropped my bag and grabbed my sexy tryst partner to push her up against the wall. She didn't resist, letting me take control, passionately making out with her, holding her face, shoulders, hips, waist, neck, moving my hands to each area of her body as she did the same with me. We both needed this release, and leaned into each other without inhibitions for a good two minutes, feeding eac...

I was a little nervous as my wife Cheryl and I descended the stairs in the morning, leaving our room to go to breakfast in the common area of the first floor of the Bed and Breakfast. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to see the woman from last night or not, the one with whom I'd shared the intimate experience of masturbating each other to orgasm while we sat in the dark after watching an erotic movie on her computer tog...

I'm usually happy to see my wife Cheryl – I love her and all – but on this occasion, I was relieved that the person coming down the stairs turned out to be neither my spouse nor my companion's, but rather an older gentleman in flannel pants and a jacket and slippers. “Oh, good evening,” he greeted me, slightly startled. “Hello... looks like I'm not the only one who can't sleep?” I really hoped he wasn't indefinitely inter...

I love my wife Cheryl – in many ways, our life together is great. But I'm just not satisfied sexually. We've never really done it that much, and she's never been adventurous, and is hardly ever sexually playful, not wanting to try new things, even positions. When it comes to sexual intimacy, there's not much there. It's kind of like she just lets me have it occasionally, acting like it's okay, without being into it. Sound...

Her: 5:48 from Edinburgh to London Kings Cross, overnight case, tired, smile on face and butterflies in the stomach. Excitement. Glowing realisation.  Him: 6:48 from Truro to London Paddington, Sports bag of clothes, pensive expression, stares across the speeding countryside. Mind swirling. Hoping. The Waldorf Hotel: Arrival, check-in. Skips to room 308. Freshens up and dresses to please. An hour later, door opens, closes...

When you love You give your heart and soulUnconditionally, it's something you can't control You spend your waking moments thinking of him Knowing that soon In his arms you will swing At night when I lay in my bed It's images of our love tryst I remember and blush a faint red In my dreams you wander at night I toss and I turn reaching for you, to hold on tight When I breathe the air all aroundIt's your voice I think of Tha...