There was an ease, born of long association, in the relationship between Kelly and I. Conversation always came easy to us; whilst our partners had been happy to talk on inconsequential matters, Kelly and I spent hours gaining deeper insights into each other’s character. She had a strong sense of curiosity which caused her to ask the kind of probing questions that reached into the innermost recesses of my mind. Whilst I allowed the secrets of my soul to stand bare before her, I always knew that my confidences were safe. In return she gave frankly and freely of herself; there were no secrets between Kelly and I, for almost…

Standing at the window, watching the traffic pass by. Music playing in the background as I lightly rest my fingers on the icy pane. I am oblivious to the world, hypnotized by the falling rain and music. You silently come up behind me and caress my throat as you bring your body close against me. I lean my head back against you as your fingers run down my throat and over my shoulder. I shiver slightly as you continue down my arm. You reach my wrist and bring your arm around my waist to pull me against you, your arousal prodding against my butt. You pull me closer and trail…

It was hours after Andrea had let Mark blow his load into her mouth before their graveyard shift at work, but it had been all she could think about. She went around performing her cleaning duties with only the slightest interest. She was wet and she wanted Mark more with every passing minute. Their paths crossed throughout the shift, but it was around his lunch break that she saw her opportunity. “You going to lunch now?” she asked, as Mark passed by the bathrooms. “Yeah, they’re making me take it early. There are some new machines coming in that I need to get space ready for.” Her heart sank. They…

Mike returned to his Bombay hotel room exhausted. The meetings had all been in the hotel meeting rooms, but those Indian businessmen had drained him. The exhaustion may have also been because of the hours of intense fucking he had shared with Sonia, the flight attendant from his Singapore flight. She was the most beautiful woman Mike had ever seen, let alone sexed in every conceivable position. She had turned out to be an expert on yoga and kama sutra and had taken him in ways he had not known were possible. She had gorgeous, black twinkling eyes, lined with long, curled eyelashes. She had a fair face, high cheekbones…

The young woman in front of me was sitting … no … perching, on the chaise longue, the swags of a richly red robe loosely draped about her hips, her long, slim legs artfully positioned for maximum visual benefit and minimum exposure of her pudenda. Stunningly pretty, with thick black wavy hair in a sensuous cascade over her shoulders, her full breasts simply demanded attention. I had taken the photographs I needed and was now doing the preliminary sketches for the portrait her husband had requested. Francesca; 28 and in the prime of her beauty, married to a city slicker with a full portfolio of brains and a paperclip of…

I wasn’t overly sure where to start. Talking, that is. I hate blind dates, and now here I was sitting across the table from this incredibly beautiful woman, and had no idea what to say. A thousand things ran through my head, most so trivial and job related, that she would not find it to be stimulating conversation. “So, shat kind of mood are you in tonight?” she asked me. “Ummm…” I started, not sure how to answer her, “a good mood I guess.” My lame finish brought a smile to her face. “Actually, I meant are you feeling passive or aggressive. That is OK, I understand, you don’t know…

I hear your car in the drive and stroll unhurriedly to the door, wearing only a black teddy, black stockings and heels. My smile widens as you open the door and see me waiting there and I move forward, slipping your jacket off and tossing it aside as I kiss you. “Welcome home, love.” You need no encouragement to wrap your arms around me, returning my kiss with passion, dropping your bag at the door. Your hands slide around my body down to my ass and you pull me closer. I sigh with pleasure, my fingers beginning to work your tie loose before pulling it free and draping it around…

“Fuck.” (Author’s Note: Every erotic story should begin with a good fuck) I worked my way through the kitchen, dodging cooks and waitresses. The fact that none of them responded to my exclamation proved one point to me: I walked through the kitchen crying “fuck” way too often. I was on my way to the restaurant manager’s office…and not happy about it. I knew what he probably wanted. I would be working overtime. As one of the hostesses I didn’t have the benefit, if you want to call it that, of receiving tips. Tony, the manager, had found a new way for me to increase my income— and for him…

Archimedes brushed his bearded chin as he stared down at the crown shining under the light of an oil lamp. Strands of dark curly hair with streaks of white fell across his sweaty knitted brows. Finally he drew an inward sigh, stared into space and scratched his head. His face was confounded. The golden crown belonged to Hieron, king of Syracuse, a Greek colony in Sicily. In celebration of a victory in battle in 212 BC, he vowed to thank the gods by placing a crown of gold in Syracuse temple. To make sure no gold was stolen during the crown’s manufacture; Hieron weighed out the right amount. When the…

I was a little surprised at first when Ann asked me if I would do it. But things had suddenly changed when Molly said that she’d talked to Tina. Tina had apparently alluded to her that there might be more involved than she normally would encounter in her job as a limousine driver…certainly more than just driving me and Ann around the greater Omaha area. And the ‘more’ that Tina had alluded to was undoubtedly sex. Molly was a chauffeur, working for a service that Charles, the manager of the hotel we were staying at, used often. Charles had talked to Tina when she was setting up the nights’ itinerary,…