AirplaneSex

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…

AirplaneSex

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…

Married

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…

Married

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…

EatPussy

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…

MeanWoman

The Last Time We Have Sex

Our romance is a three-act tragedy on its final decline. I feel like an actress playing the part of interested date. When he kisses me, I can taste his want and longing. He reeks of commitment and desperation. Laying on a couch too formal for his apartment, I watch while he fumbles around in the kitchen. He twists and turns in…

Beard

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…

Generic Ruthless

Mom I’d Like to Fuck: Part 2

“Is it alright if I hold you?” John says as his deep brown eyes gaze down. Yes. Yes. Yes. Please. Hold me. Touch me. My body feels like it will leap out of my skin before I can answer him. A weak surrendering moan escapes my face as it crashes into his torso and my fatigue arms encircle…

Generic Ruthless

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.…

SmokeSexCouple

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.…

Choke

Erotophonophilia

His touch is rough. Not his skin, his actual handling of my body is wild and surly. He scoops up my naked frame and heaves me over his shoulder. As he carries me down the hall, his shoulder digs into my abdomen and I balance myself by resting my hands on his lower back, checking…