Nerves

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” “Well, I’m a bit nervous, but he seems to be looking forward to a bit of fun. Plus the doctor said I was doing fine.” Lynne looked down at Quin’s cock, which was standing tall and proud beneath the sheet. She smiled. It had been a rough couple …

Expectations

The sun was peaking out of the clouds as Lynne grabbed her gloves and bucket. Tucked in the pocket of her Carhart jeans was her phone, loaded up with music to keep her entertained as she worked in the garden. She popped the earbuds in and turned on the music. Peter Moon's Band began to …

Interlude

He curled up behind Lynne, his right leg over her left, pinning her foot. Her right leg was pulled up, and her ass exposed as he ran his hand up under her nightie. He rested his hand just under her breast as they fell asleep. Lynne dreamed that something kept poking her ass. She tried …

Between Acts

Or what happens when sex is not high on the list of extra curricular activities... “Why aren't you in bed?” “Bathroom.” She moved slowly towards the door and out of the room. Quin shook his head. He'd been worried at how sick Lynne had been, but seeing her move about was a good thing. Not …

Flash Fiction Friday Just Be.

Her thoughts were of desire. Lust made her tremble as she crawled across the floor to where he sat. Slowly, she moved, one square at a time. Black, white, black, white; until she knelt between his legs. He looked down at her. Naked between his knees. His longing for her overran his urge to enjoy …

Flash Fiction Friday Jack

Sex had been great. Becky sucked cock like no one else, and they'd collapsed in a sticky, satisfied mess well after midnight. As dawn peeked through the window, Jack was up and out of bed before he could get distracted by her luscious body. He showered, put on sweats and headed for the kitchen. Jack …

Passion

A bite to the ear. Hot breath caressing her skin as he licked and sucked. Her pussy tingled with need. Want. Desire. Hands sliding over clothes, skin and touching... touching. She wanted him so bad. Knew that he wanted her. Tumbling to the bed in a mix of clothing, limbs and passion. His first touch …

…And the Big Bad Wolf (Finale)

Gnash your teeth, fret, smile or what ever. I have to finish this so that I can write the next story! Enjoy! Wordwytch “So, it's decided?” Meg asked. The family had spent almost a week relaxing and planning out what would be done. “Yes. We'll head home while the twins and terrors stay up here …

I can’t…

“What did you say?” He walked into the room to find her at the computer. “I can't think straight!” She slumped against the back of the chair. Computer open to a word document, cursor blinking on the blank page. “And why is that?” He sat down beside her. “Too much stuff going on. Paperwork, interviews, …

Flash Fiction Friday Devotions

Creideamh was far from home. She knelt on the bearskin her father had killed. On the window sill she'd built her altar. Horns for Cernunnos. Bells for Nimue. A candle and incense. She cleared her mind. “...for behold: all acts of love and pleasure are my rituals.”* floated through her mind as she began her …