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…

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…

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…

Masturbating While Driving

After a few more steps away from the house, I awkwardly perfect a 180-degree turn in my stilettos. Not an easy feat considering more than my shoes. His forearms press against the doorframe as he arches his long, lean body into the daylight. “Drive safe.” he says as he waves but his words dissolve somewhere…

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…

Military Grade S & M

Solider is not my usual musician or pretty boy. He is the epitome of a military man; a rough face with matching hands, covered in numerous scars, and his prominent nose looks like it has been broken more than once. His muscles are a work related fallout, not just for show. He is a real life G.I. Joe complete…

Stranger Sex

The morning light breaks through the window forcing my eyelids open. Allowing my vision time to adjust before making my French exit from this Parisian apartment, I watch the light creep down the far wall, slowly illuminating the worn wallpaper and vintage gold frames. If it wasn’t such a horrendous hour to wake up it…

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…