Jen heard the bartender call last call at the same moment she realized she’d drank just a little too much and the room was starting to tilt. “Fuck,” she murmured, hoping the spinning wouldn’t start before she got home safe. She decided to forgo a final drink and instead ordered Read more…
She looks at him like he’s stupid for not understanding her. “I said I wanted to fuck. I didn’t say I wanted to kiss.” Will’s face turns red and his words are heated. “So that’s how you want it?” “Yes,”She says, snide sarcasm oozing from her mannerism and words. In Read more…
Now touch yourself. I gulp. I can’t do that on the phone. Not with him listening. Caitlyn. His tone holds authority, making me want to obey, but I don’t know how. “But, Sir, I-” No buts, toy. “I’m sorry, Sir.” Don’t be. Now touch yourself. Like a good girl. His words Read more…
Carrie knew she was starting to get drunk, not because the room was spinning, but by the conversation she and Beth were having. Carrie never shared much about her and Mike’s sex life, but tonight, on the third bottle of wine between the two of them, she was talking more Read more…
She was leaning against the bar, half watching the game, idly playing on her phone. He’d been watching her all night–hell, all month if he’d be honest with himself. Every Sunday, Monday, and Thursday, she rolled in, ordered a 7 and 7, and pretended to watch whatever football game was on Read more…
He’d been edging me for days, but it felt like weeks, my body tight with unreleased sexual tension. To make matters worse, he continued to call me every evening and whisper soft, passionate words, breathing heavy into the phone, sending chills across my skin. Each morning the texts would start, Read more…
“Harder, girl. Like you mean it,” she could hear his smirk, and it made her push harder, beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead and chest. Her clit swollen, the skin pulled taunt against it, pulsing against her fingers. In a pointless effort for control, she counted her breathes, coming Read more…
He snuck up the stairs, wanting to surprise her with her favorite coffee and cheesecake. She’d been busting her ass studying for her dissertation, reading everything she could find on advanced literary theory. With half the steps behind him, he slowed his pace, the distinct sound of her wand reaching Read more…
Emily knew she didn’t have anything to worry about. Adam and Jason had been friends for years, and this was nothing more than an annual fishing trip. But for some reason, she couldn’t keep her thoughts from racing. Maybe it had to do with Jason’s recent divorce. Or maybe it Read more…