Peeping Jane: Part 2

He pulls his hard dick out through the slit of his boxer briefs, stroking it slowly as he watches the two girls. I take a long drag, filling my lungs with minty smoke, and squat down for a more comfortable view. Leaving the cigarette pressed between my lips, I pull off Christina’s jean jacket and spread…

Peeping Jane: Female Voyeur

Stepping off the last of the balcony’s steps, a warm summer breeze blows my cigarette smoke back into my face. The crowd above me whoops and hollers over juvenile drinking games. “How did I end up back in this town,” I grumble, having taken to the habit of talking to myself over the past few…

Happy Ending: Part 2

Slick with massage oil, his hands caressed over my bare back. They glided over my taunt muscles with just enough pressure to locate areas of tension without my initial fear of being broken. I felt like I was melting into the table. Paul broke the silence. “How’s the pressure?” I moaned pleasurably, no longer caring about…

Happy Ending Massage

I was excited for my preplanned three-day coma when Becky offered an impromptu massage at a new spa. Since lunch I’d been counting down the minutes until I could crawl into my soft bed, turn on my sound machine, and sleep until Monday morning. After a month of late nights and early mornings, we had finally…

Dad I Would Like to Fuck: Part 2

The swirl of passion and fantasy wraps around us like a third lover. Finally naked, we caress each other body’s’ like curious explorers taking it all in; the view, the taste, the feeling. His skin is smooth and ticklish. I could just stare at him until daybreak and it would still be the best night…

Dad I Would Like to Fuck

The hotel lock light switches from red to green after a couple flashes. He pushes the door and holds it open with his extended arm for me to enter. It is an exact clone of mine with the same neutral commercial carpet, matching topaz bed runner and curtains, and dim black lamp on each flat surface. Aside…

Eat Pussy Like a Fat Kid Eats Cake

After making out on my bed for what seems like an eternity, my thespian asks, “Do you always kiss like that?” Taken back, chunks of shaky silent stumbles out of my mouth between words, “Yeah. No? I don’t know.” How drunk am I?  Until I blurt, “Why?” in the bitchiest tone I know. “I can tell you’re…

Food Porn

My husband holds out an unwrapped red Popsicle directly in front of my face. I look up at him from the dining chair. “Thanks.” Though it’s early in the afternoon, encroaching summer is already raising the temperature. He’s donning only periwinkle blue boxer briefs and mismatching socks, while his beard hides his chest like a…

Mom I’d Like to Fuck

The patio is our only refuge from tonight’s heat. I glance down at my wristwatch then hold it close to my ear and listen. Nothing, no ticks. It feels about two or three in the morning. However, it could just as easily be hours in either direction. Time didn’t seem consistent anymore, not after Mallory.…

Fucking Under the Influence: Part 2

Part 1: Fucking Under the Influence  I keep inhaling the diminishing joint as his eyes move around the room frantically. “Ashtray,” I remind him, holding the quarter-inch of stacked ember dust to his face. He carries me closer to the desk, where I drop the J onto an overflowing receptacle of blunt roaches and gray ash.…

Hate Fuck

His laughter burns a hole through my chest and my hatred for him radiates off my skin. My fingers clench, the tips rub against the sweat of my palms. My entire body is damp with contempt. In the corner of the club he sits at the end of one of the VIP booths with one arm…