Though my mouth felt parched, my palms were clammy as I made my way toward Mr. Carr's office. The scenario about to unfold seemed too surreal even for a dream. Yet it was happening. His door was open, just as he'd said it would be. Light spilled out onto the hallway carpet, and as I approached, I heard his low voice. Then I heard Isla's, even softer. The offices all around us on this floor of the building were deserted. I...

Holding my blouse together, I moved to sit on Darren's couch. Carter, meanwhile, remained standing, as if waiting for permission to join me. With a shy smile, I granted it. "Darren likes to rest his head on my lap while we do this, but if you'd prefer another way..." "No, that's perfect," Carter quickly assured me, "as long as you're comfortable." Moments later, he laid his head down on the pillow I'd placed in my lap. I...

From his apartment directly below mine, Darren must have heard me crying. Clueless as to how loud my sobbing was, I was surprised when he knocked on my door at a little after seven that evening. Though we'd been neighbors for more than a year, he and I remained mere acquaintances. Answering his gentle knock, I peered out at him through swollen eyes. The acute distress overwhelming me at that moment made it impossible to f...

I had to stay late for a staff meeting at work, and by the time I got home, the sun was beginning its steady descent in the sky. Letting myself into the apartment, I heard activity coming from our kitchen and knew Brandon was making dinner. When I appeared in the kitchen doorway, he looked up and offered me a big smile. "Hey, sweetheart. How was your day?" "Long," I said, returning his smile. "Thank you so much for cookin...

It was mid-Saturday morning in late spring, and I was meeting my dad for breakfast at Tackles, his favorite sports bar. It was his Saturday tradition, and he loved that they opened early on the weekend. The bar was old and cozy and filled with sports artifacts, tchotchkes, and old memorabilia. Playing football for the home team, my dad was a permanent fixture on the walls and in person. The bar fit in with the rest of the...

Lying naked, I spread my legs. Not to be fucked—not yet. First, I submit to a weekly ritual, a sensual shave that makes me silky smooth, inside and out. As the steel blades remove all evidence of my being a redhead from my mound, my arousal creates soft, wet folds, aching to be entered, but not yet. Next, the teasing continues as his talented tongue sends me over the edge with its erotic assault on my hard little nub. Sti...

Clever fingers skim across her creamy skin, over curves and valleys, until they find the prize they seek. Deftly parting her silky pink folds, wet with desire, he dips inside to find treasures untold. Her eyes flutter as he ventures further, discovering the velvety sweetness deep within. Her hips rock, her back arches, and a sigh of pleasure escapes her lips. He moves faster, determined to give her gratification beyond he...

Though it was well after midnight, I remained awake, my restless movements tangling the sheet around my legs. Insomnia, which had plagued me since I started grad school, was becoming more and more frequent. Swearing under my breath, I sat up and climbed out of bed. My mouth was dry, and I longed for a glass of water. As soon as I opened my bedroom door, I knew my roommate, Connor, was awake, too. A short hallway led to th...

Cathy Sampson was living the good life of a High School Cheerleader. She was smart, pretty, and popular. Her classes were going better than ever in this, her senior year at West High. Cathy's folks were proud of her, as you would expect. She always tried to keep an upbeat outlook, no matter what. The example she used was her neighbor, Mr. Ward. Anytime she called him Mr. Ward, he joked that his dad was not around. "Just c...