Traffic crawled to a standstill as the sun sank lower in the sky. Inside his recently purchased, but slightly used, Honda Civic, Jacob sat mumbling expletives under his breath. The sea of brake lights seemed to stretch on forever in front of him with no end in sight. Letting out a yawn, Jacob toyed with the buttons on the radio and pondered the choices in life he had recently made. Why did I ever take this stupid job in t...

Casey woke to the warm Florida breeze drifting through one of his condo's open windows. Rubbing his weary eyes, he rolled onto his side and reached for his phone on the nightstand. Groaning that the time was only quarter to six in the morning, he rested his head back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. His mind drifted about, playing back the events of the past couple of months in his head. Casey's life in that sh...

"Strike two!" shouted the umpire as he watched the pitch fly into the catcher's mitt, just inside of the strike zone. In the dugout, Jason nodded in approval as he glanced down to mark the count in his coach's book. Fresh out of his last semester of college, Jason was back home attempting to start his adult life. Graduating wasn't the only hurdle he had to jump. His mind was spinning, applying for jobs here and jobs there...

Samantha, now seventy-eight years old, sat in the office of Mr. Anderson, a family lawyer. Her four adult children—Megan, Kayla, Brian, and Olivia—surrounded her with an air of support, their united presence a source of strength during this trying moment. The weight of time was evident in Samantha's aged hands and weary eyes. Megan, forty-seven, sat on one side with her hand resting gently on Samantha's shoulder. Kayla, f...

Logan reached for Samantha and grabbed a handful of hair pulling her towards him, kicking the front door closed behind him. In the next half-second his hands were all over her. Samantha gasped and went a few inches up in the air, and then they were dancing around, half struggling. She leaned in towards him, her head tilting slightly; she closed her eyes as she felt his lips gently brush against hers. He could smell her pe...

Samantha woke up early on Sunday morning, feeling sore but thoroughly satisfied. She stretched her arms above her head and slowly sat up in bed, taking in the sight of Logan's muscular back as he slept soundly beside her. She couldn't help but smile at the memory of their intense lovemaking over the past two days. With a contented sigh, Samantha carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb Logan's peaceful slumber....

Logan spun Samantha around and pinned her against the door, burying his tongue deep inside her mouth. She kissed back with even more vigor, her hands eagerly roaming his body. He gasped at how aggressively she was handling him. Their kiss intensified as her body melted against his. Her hands were wrapped in his shirt, struggling to pull it off over his broad shoulders. He stepped back from her and removed the shirt himsel...

Samantha Wallace is a forty-three-year-old woman who works as a high school guidance counselor at Stagg High School in Stockton, California. She has been married to her forty-six-year-old husband Doug for the past fourteen years. They have two children, Megan, who is twelve years old, and Kayla, who is ten years old. From the outside, it seems Samantha has it all: a loving family, a career, etc. However, Samantha has been...

My eyes burned painfully from the lack of sleep. It had been a long shift, responding call after call with no rest. I was exhausted, hungry, and downright filthy. My body ached to where I just wanted to sit down and never get back up. I drifted off as our rig pulled back into the station. Two house fires, several medical calls and a bunch of false alarms made up my twenty-four-hour shift. Pleasant thoughts of my next four...

⁤It all started on a typical Thursday morning for Kendra Russo. ⁤⁤She got out of bed as usual, being cautious not to wake Cameron, her husband of sixteen years, who was still cuddled up under the blankets. ⁤⁤She paused for a moment to look down at his portly form, a stark contrast to her well-maintained physique. The room was filled with the unpleasant sound of loud snoring, which had become an all too frequent soundtrack...

The temperature in the shop continued to rise with the mid-morning sun. Ryan had been watching the clock tick, second by second, for the last half hour, begging for his workday to be over with. Stacking heavy bricks painstakingly on each pallet sent his way. The sweat poured off of his body, soaking his jeans and making his t shirt stick to his body. His shaggy brown hair matted back in his drenched ball cap. Covered in d...

Harriet's heels clicked against the polished floor as she walked between the rows of bookshelves, her hips swaying naturally with each stride. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating her silky raven hair and the graceful lines of her body beneath her fitted blouse and midi skirt. The supple curve of her waist flared into round, lush hips, her skirt hugging every delectable inch. Oblivious to the appreciative g...

Priya Chopra watched the last children leave the gates at the end of the day and sighed, relieved that the working week was over. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy her job as a teaching assistant at a small Kingston primary school, nor did she have any exciting plans for the weekend to look forward to. No, Priya welcomed the weekend's arrival only because she needed space: space from the children and space from her colleagu...

It took me a long time to find Chase. My inquiries into hiring a male escort had to be discreet, especially since he wouldn't be escorting me anywhere except the bedroom. More than once, I thought I'd finally found someone suitable, only to be disappointed upon meeting the man. The frustrating process grated at me; I knew it had to be easier for men who were willing to pay for the companionship of a woman. At almost forty...