I finish applying make-up and pick up my purse. I have to get going to meet you for dinner. A smile crosses my face, seafood – shrimp, lobster, crab….yum! I check myself in the mirror one last time. My auburn hair is down, because I know you like it that way. I rake my fingers through it, pushing it back from my face. I smooth my dress down over my lean stomach and appreciate the effect that the hours at the gym have had on me. The dress is a sleek silvery almost pewter color. The hemline reaches just above midthigh and it’s a halter top, tied behind my neck.…

Wendy Adams pulled into the parking lot at her usual time. She liked to arrive early and would often visit with her boss. Not only was Beth her boss, she was the owner of the company. Conflicts with her boyfriend were escalating and it was affecting Wendy’s sleep. She was tired but at least work offered a relief from her personal life. Beth walked into the break room as Wendy was leaning against the counter, nursing her coffee. One look at Wendy and she knew things weren’t right. Over the years they had developed a good bond and she hated to see her so distressed. She just looked at her…

I had only intended to stop at the bar for a drink on the way home that Friday. Well, you know what Huxley said about good intentions; Hell isn’t merely paved with good intentions, it is walled and roofed with them as well. I’d merely settled myself at the bar and ordered my neat scotch when Jorg sauntered up. I didn’t know that was his name then, but it wasn’t long until I did. ‘A lady drinking scotch; you’ve gotta be a lawyer, CEO or something like that!’ He winked at me. ‘Not quite that flash. Just a District Manager.’ ‘Sexy all the same. Care for some company?’ ‘Well, I’m…

This story is a tribute to smart women everywhere, by far the most creative and adventurous lovers. The smarter the woman, the hotter the fuck. Why don’t more men realize this truism? (Sssh, I ain’t tellin ’em, it’ll be our little secret, ladies!) * They were among the two smartest women at the University of Delaware when I matriculated there, and that may have been what they were respected for, but the men had a different level of admiration. The roommates and sorority sisters from Alpha Phi were affectionately called the ‘Double A’ girls, but not just because of their Dean’s List grade point averages. Lynn Abbott and Dianne Accorsi…

I tried to behave, I really did. But in my defense, he’d been gone all day and what else was I supposed to do now that he’s right here with his arms around me, fingers tracing spirals against my side while he just exists in my space, so warm and utterly fuckable? It’s easy enough to pretend I’m still watching this movie, but I don’t even know what we’re watching. Something superhero-ey with spandex and fighting, but I can’t focus on anything except how good he smells. And maybe a little how good he’d look in that spandex. Regardless, it certainly isn’t my fault when my hand wanders from the…

An 18-yr-old is trained by her high school teacher. ***** Slut in Training Part 1 It wasn’t a coincidence that I always walked into class sucking on a lollipop. I also made sure I wore the most obscene thing I could get away with wearing. Mr. Dolan was always fighting my behaviors, telling me that I shouldn’t dress the way that I did. He sent me to the office for dress code violations. I wasn’t trying to fuck him. I was just trying to get attention and not necessarily from him. I wanted attention from all of the boys in my classes. I’d learned that if I gave them blowjobs…

Perfumed, made up, and dressed only in an embroidered shift that barely covered her buttocks and that revealed her most intimate parts at the smallest bend, Jella knocked at the door of the returned lord’s room. She went in, carrying a tray, and immediately bowed respectfully. With her eyes respectfully downcast, she heard her savior say in a tone full of good humor “Well, don’t drop my dinner!” She moved quickly to lay out the repast on the table, arranging the various dishes and cups, and not till she had completed that did she raise her eyes cautiously to examine the owner of the voice. He proved to be a…

I want to write this down before I forget it — because I want to refer back to it often. I want to remember this period in my life for a very long time — maybe forever. I’d about given up hope because I’m in my early thirty’s — hell! I’m thirty four. I’ve met a bunch of guys, and slept with some. But, I want one of my own. It’s not easy — I’m not easy! I have a career and I stay busy. I love my work and meet a lot of nice people, but I’ve never found Mr. Right. I’ve wanted to believe that he’s still out…

Still tingling with pleasure the morning after my lover exposed me to new sensual delights, I sat at the dining room table, sipping jasmine tea and reading the Sunday paper. Wrapped in my favorite warm house robe with my tucked beneath me I absently flipped the pages of the paper looking for stories of interest. Picking up my croissant I tore a piece off savoring the warm buttery taste. I put down the main section opening the rest of the paper searching for something of interest. I pulled out the sports page and usually discard it for little interest when the top headline and a color picture caught my eye.…

The campsite was breathtaking and looked off right onto the lake. Dusk was settling in through the trees, the sky glowed pink over the elms bordering the site. My boyfriend, Aiden and I were finally pleased with our set up of the campsite. We had the tent to the far left, facing the water, and the tarp-covered picnic table was to the right along the tree line. I sat in a red lawn chair that we had set up by the fire pit and glanced at Aiden, kneeling on one knee, trying to spark up some newspaper to get the fire going. He looked at me looking at him and…