“Shit.” Lana scowled at her computer screen when she realized she’d spent the last five minutes inputting the wrong data into the wrong column of her Excel spreadsheet. She jerked off her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose.
The events from the night before kept replaying in her head like a broken record. Not only had she admitted to Matthew that she was available but then she’d promised to go out on a date with him as soon ashe returned from New Zealand in three weeks. He wanted to take her outsooner but she’d reminded him that if they were going to finish the account in time for his trip to New Zealand that they just didn’t have the time to spare. He’d seen the wisdom of her advice and agreed—although very reluctantly, but not before she promised to give him a rain check.“What is wrong with you? How did you allow a twenty-nine year old to browbeat you into a date of all things?”She shook her head at the absurdity of the situation. He was ahandsome, virile, wealthy man. There had to be an endless line ofbeauties trying to break down his door. “So what the hell does he want with me?” She muttered aloud. At forty-one she held no illusions about her shortcomings. She did her best to eat healthy, exercise and take care of herself, but she was not under any naïve impression that her full breasts were still perky and that there weren’t visible pockets of cellulite in places where she wished they weren’t. She frowned at that thought.Matthew undoubtedly had his pick of women, so why her?The doorbell chimed, interrupting her thoughts, and she glanced at her clock in the corner of her computer. Speak of the devil. Matthew was right on time.On bare feet, she padded down the hall to the front door and pulled it open. He stood there looking breathtakingly handsome with his dark hair combed back off his face wearing a white polo shirt and khaki pants that fit him perfectly.Her heart beat faster in her chest as she stood to the side to let him in, the scent of his aftershave tickling her nose when he brushed past.“Hi. You ready to get to work?” She asked, wondering if that breathy, husky voice she’d just heard was really hers.“Yep,” he said with a heart-stopping grin and she had to mentally shake herself to keep from drowning in the twin blue pools of his eyes.“What?” She asked, when he stood there staring at her with a puzzled look on his face. That’s when she noticed there was a bouquet of flowers in his outstretched hand.“Matthew—,”“I can’t believe you want to argue with me about this. They’re a gift—for you.” He held out his hand again. “Take them,” he said softly.Not wanting to seem childish by protesting over something as innocent as flowers, she grasped the bouquet of pink roses as she smiled. “Thank you.”His face seemed to light up when he grinned down at her and in that moment something clicked inside her. He seemed genuine in his interest in her. She could tell by the way he looked at her that seeing herhappy, seemed to make him happy. She gave a mental shrug as she accepted that he had a simple crush on her. She could handle that. Hell, there were worse things than having the harmless attention of a handsome young man.Her smile grew wider when he tugged her into his arms, but unlike last night she didn’t protest. “What are you doing?” She asked, although she already knew.His eyes twinkled with mischief. “Nothing right now, but I’m getting ready to kiss you since I’ve softened you up with the flowers.”“Ah, I see, your little Trojan Horse,” she chuckled softly, before she closed her eyes and tipped her head back to meet his warm lips. He kissed her sweetly, as he took his time exploring her mouth with his tongue. He slowly built a fire inside her and then as he deepened the kiss, he fanned the flames until she was feverish. With her free hand, she clung to him, as their lips and bodies fused together.It was a long time before they pulled away from each other.“Mmm, you make it hard for a man to want to concentrate on work.”She laughed softly as she moved away from him to walk back down her hallway. “Well, you better concentrate or else you will lose the New Zealand account and that is no way to start off as CEO.”He twisted his lips into a surly frown, and she bit her cheek to keep from laughing. At that moment, he looked like a petulant little boy, but she knew he wouldn’t appreciate her saying that.“You certainly know how to cool a man’s ardor too,” he grumbled.She flashed him a wicked grin. “They don’t call me the Ice Bitch for nothing,” she quipped from over her shoulder, before she turned her head around and headed into her office, where they both settled in for another grueling day of work.*****Lana stretched her arms above her head and yawned.“I’m calling it a night,” she mumbled weakly past another yawn as she swiveled her chair around to face Matthew.As soon as she saw him she couldn’t help but smile. His mouth was slightly agape, as his head rested against the back of her small couch. He was fast asleep.She crossed the room to remove the laptop that still sat on his legs. She saved all his files and closed it up, before flipping the lights off in her office. It was close to two in the morning. No sense in waking him just so he could drive home sleepy. She turned off all the lights on the first level, except for the one in the hallway that led to the bathroom, just in case he awoke in the middle of the night. She then set the house alarm and climbed the stairs to her own bedroom.As soon as she closed her bedroom door behind her, she quickly removed her jeans and black t-shirt to don a night gown, before collapsing across her bed in exhaustion.In minutes she too was fast asleep.The sharp sound of something breaking apart instantly startled him awake. He blinked for several seconds until his eyes adjusted to the darkness. It took him another few moments to remember where he was. When his foggy mind began to clear he instantly became alert. Lana.He shot off the couch and crept around the corner. He squinted his eyes against the brightness of the light from the hallway, but was grateful for it because it gave him a clear path to the stairs that led up to the second floor where she slept.The creaking of a door startled him, and he bounded up the stairs, two at a time, his fear for Lana dogging his steps. When he reached the second floor he struggled to once again adjust to the darkness. But as soon as he did, he saw from the corner of his eyes a shadowy figure moving slowly. With silent steps he crept in that direction.His sneakers dug into the plush carpet, muffling each step he took, as he silently stalked the figure moving away from him. H
She wasn’t sure if it was his kisses or the revelation that shocked her, probably both.“Christ, Lana. I want you,” he murmured against her skin. “I’ve wanted you from the day I first met you,” he whispered as he skimmed his hand up her body to tug the other strap down.She struggled to wrap her mind around his words. She had always been polite, but aloof in her dealings with him, and yet he claimed he’d harbored an attraction to her for two years. The sincerity of hisdeclaration boosted her confidence, but she still could not shake the slightdoubt that nagged her.“Matthew,” she rasped out when he moved to push her gown down her body. She shook her head and clutched the thin material at herbreasts just before it could slip to the floor. She swallowed hard and forced herself to meet his searching gaze.“I—I,” she struggled to say the words. She was a tough as nails corporate
He quickened his pace, pumping his finger in and out of her until her juices poured from her cunt. “Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned wildly as she writhed against the floor.He devoured her pussy with his mouth, while he finger fucked her hard. She spread her legs wider, and tugged wildly at his hair. She was so, so close. She clenched her eyes shut, her head rolling back as her orgasm rocketed through her, forcing a sharp cry from her lips“That’s it. Come for me Lana. Come all over my face,” he groaned against her pussy and what little control she had left completely shattered at his words.She clamped her thighs against his head and screamed his name over and over, her body shaking with each tremor that coursed through her.“Matthew,” she moaned out as her climax slowly began to subside, tiny quakes shooting though her limp body. She loosened her grip on his head to tunnel her fingers through his soft hair, tousling it in se
“Oh God, Lana,” he rasped from above her when she came again, her pussy gripping him like a tight fist as it coated his dick with her warm juices. He didn’t move a muscle as she screamed out her orgasm, her body clenching and unclenching around his engorged length. He couldn’t move if he wanted to, her grip was so tight, but he also didn’t dare, for fear that he would spill his seed without so much as a second thrust inside her tight sheath.“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he croaked out when the tremors that racked her started to subside. She did, at the same time twisting her arms behind his back, to cling to him. He lowered himself against her, gripped her ass in his hands and slowly began to ride her.She was beautiful, soft and lush like a woman should be. Her thick thighs cushioned him as he pumped his hips back and forth to tunnel inside her. A deep groan fell from his lips and he closed his eyes to just savor the feel of
Lana pulled her ruby red convertible Ferrari into her reserved parking spot and flipped the ignition to off. She hadn’t submitted an official letter of resignation so her spot was empty, since technically it was still hers. She’d planned to give her notice today, but all that had changed when Matthew stormed from her home in a fit last night.She dragged in a ragged breath as she gripped the steering wheel.“What did I do?” She asked herself for what must have been the hundredth time. Long after Matthew’s departure, she’d tossed and turned, unable to sleep. At first, memories of their lovemaking had kept her up. The sex had been explosive—mind numbing.She’d had her share of lovers in the past, enough to know that her experience with Matthew had been special.“Shit. That stupid word again,” she spat out, hating that it kept creeping back into her thoughts whenever she thought of him, which was every waki
He glanced at her and smiled. She stared at him with lust filled eyes, her lips drawn into a sexy pout. He knew from her expression that she too had thought about how good it had been between them the night before.“I could barely concentrate today; my thoughts of you were so all consuming.” He captured her lips in a languorous kiss and gently massaged her breasts in his hands, teasing the nipples to hardened peaks.He squashed her breasts together and lowered his head to suckle her nipples. Sharp tingles of pleasure slid over his body at the sound of her throaty moans, and he sucked harder.After bathing her nipples until they glistened under the muted light, he lifted his gaze to watch her. She was just so goddamned sexy, with her head thrown back, her mouth open, and her cheeks flushed a dusky rose.He released her breasts and slid up her body, sticking one hand under her skirt which was now practically bunched up at her hips, to dip a single finge
“It’s alright, baby,” he said, with a quick peck to her lips as he tucked himself back into his pants and straightened his clothing. “I’m just going to head to the bathroom to get us some paper towels.”“Ok,” she mumbled, surprised she could even form a word. When the door closed behind him, she managed to find the strength to hop down from his desk but her wobbly legs didn’t seem to want to cooperate and she grasped the edge of his desk, sending papers and objects flying as she struggled to gain her footing.“You’re too old to be fucking on a desk,” she said, with a low chuckle as she righted herself. When she felt steady on her feet, she stooped down to the floor to retrieve the objects she’d sent careening down there.Most of the objects she’d scattered were papers, but she’d also toppled a few CDs. Clutching them in her hand, she shuffled through them to make sure she hadn&rs
EPILOGUELana turned at the sound of the front door closing. Removing her glasses, she massaged the bridge of her nose and swiveled her chair around just in time to see Matthew stroll into their home office dressed in a coal black business suit that fit his muscled frame perfectly. She glanced at the clock above his head with a smile on her face. Six o’clock on the dot. When they moved in together he promised her he wouldn’t turn into a workaholic just because of his new position, and thus far he’d kept his promise. But she knew he would. Matthew was a man of his word. She knew instinctively he’d quit before he broke his vow to her.“How’s my baby,” he said with a smile as he kissed her soundly on the lips, taking his sweet time rediscovering the unique taste of her mouth.She smiled when he lifted his head, before she glanced down to stroke her hand across her ever expanding waist.“He or she is fine.”H
I have about an hour to kill before I can go back to Eva. Walking this town from end to end would take all of ten minutes. I pause at the wine-tasting room, but there are too many tourists inside. Besides I’ll have to make the usual inane chitchat with one of the hospi- tality staff. “Is this your first visit to the Wine Country?” she’ll say, chipper as a Girl Scout. “Actually, my wife and I come up from San Francisco a few times a year, but not for the wine. We like to play our kinky Dom-sub sex game in your local country inn. Would you care to join us tonight?” I smile as I continue on down the street. If only it were that easy. Of course, bringing back another woman might be pushing Eva a little too far. This time. I pass a quaint tavern—everything is quaint here— and peek inside. Dim lighting, a few customers perched at the bar. Perfect. I take a table in a shadowy corner and order a glass of Frank Family Cabernet. You can’t get that by the glass in the city. The wine is deli
There’s an indeterminate span of time between asleep and awake. Those bleary moments, waves of thought washing over us as we struggle to gain or lose conscious- ness. Where dreams blur with reality, taking on aspectsand influence from each other.The shriek of an alarm clock is translated into the cries of some prehistoric flying creature chasing us through Elysian Fields. The scent of bacon spurs a vivid scenario of gorging ourselves on anything and every- thing within sight.The slow, rhythmic thrusts of a cock between swollen labia elicits dreams of multiple members in multiple orifices.This is how I awaken; gradually, with the dawning realization that at least one turgid member from myreveries is truly flesh and blood. Sliding between my thighs from behind as I lie on my side, body curled into the blankets surrounding me. A hand, presumably accompanying the penis in its adventures, is trailing feather soft over the curve of my breasts, fingers occa- sionally tweaking my nip
Let me tie you up?” he asked me, holding up the ropes so I could see them. At first I couldn’t take my eyes off them; they were slim and white and gorgeous. They were looped over one another and tied off beautifully in lengths with colored ends, so he could keep the lengths separate. I must have stared at those ropes in his hand for half a minute before I brought my eyes back to his and saw the wicked joy in them. Peter’s smile broadened to a grin. His blue eyes brightened. He knew he had me. He was fully dressed, and I was naked—very, very naked. I’d just gotten out of the shower, and I’d been thinking about him in there—thinking about what we might do when I got out of the shower and Peter took me to bed. I was already very turned on. He could see everything he wanted to see, I real- ized—in exquisite detail never before revealed. I’d just shaved, so he could see my sex. He could see the hot flush of arousal through my breasts and my face, see the stiffening of my nipples that
Ten more minutes, I thought, glancing around the carnival. Ten minutes and then I can get out of this nightmare and go for a drink. I hauled one of the milk cartons up in front of me, and began stacking the plastic rings from the Ring Toss. This was the last year I’d volunteered for the games. Next year, I’ll sell tickets or something that doesn’t involve snotty kids screaming because they didn’t win a plastic frog. The sky was several shades of amber in the wake of the setting sun. I loved summer. And despite the disaster of this year’s Ring Toss, I always looked forward to the annual Shriners Carnival. I always volunteered. The money went toward revitalizing the parks and play- grounds in the area, places I used to go to when I was a child. Every year held surprises, from the old friends who came back for the night, to the local celebrities who turned up in support. Last year, we had an Emmy Award winner perform an impromptu concert. This year, my surprise was the very reason I ne
It’s not much fun giving a blow job,” Taryn remarks over the noisy gush of heat hitting my hair. “AlthoughI think every lesbian feels that way, don’t you?”“Only if they can speak from experience,” I reply, wincing as Taryn continues to torture my tresses. Taryn winces, too—for an entirely different reason. “And I seri- ously doubt that the judges are going to inquire about my sex life, oral or otherwise, during the interview.”“Agreed.” She puts down the blow-dryer and picks up a hairbrush. “A better question would be: why did you get involved in beauty pageants?”I smirk. The answer is out of the question. I got involved in beauty pageants because I wanted to meet girls. I could care less about the sash or the cash or the crown that glitters like a dinner plate in an advertisementfor dishwashing soap. That doesn’t mean I don’t take pageantry seriously. It just means that I’m not in it to win it.I used to think pageants were sideshows, populated with aspiring anchorwomen who
Ihate being here.I hate sleeping in this bed, Clark’s marriage bed,sleeping on his wife’s side while she’s away on business and waking up face-to-face with the knickknacks and nail polish on her bedside table.And the baby oil! Why wouldn’t Clark have put that away before I came? Why the hell would I want to be reminded that he has sex with her too? More puzzlingly, why do I jump at every opportunity to stay the night?Well, that question has an easy answer: it’s the wake- up call that keeps me coming back. It’s his arms circling my body before the sun comes up, when I’m still warm with sleep. He kisses my shoulder, walks his fingers down my belly, and I’m sold. I’ll put up with any amount of heartache if it means getting fucked first thing in themorning.My pussy’s never wet when he finds it, so Clark burrows under the covers to turn me on in the most effi- cient way possible. Spreading my legs, he situates himself between them and dives at the apex of my thighs. I don’t know
Jason left for work the same way he always did, but instead of following his normal routine he came home two hours later and slipped back into the house.Sneaking through his own house like a criminal felt absurd, but he did it anyway.When his best friend told him he thought their wives were more than just friends Jason hadn’t believed it. Things like that didn’t happen in real life. So when Rose told him that Miranda was coming over that day to help her in the garden he knew what he had to do.As he creeps upstairs, he hears soft voices and sees that the bedroom door has been left ajar. He leans forward until he can see into the room. And there they are, Rose and Miranda together in bed.Jason watches them. He can’t help but appreciate how beautiful Rose is like this, her head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open. Sure, he’s seen her like this before, but it’s not the same when he’s the one moving above her, when he’s focused on what he’s doing, what he’s feeling.Now he can j
Renata climbs the stairs from the dungeon, brushes aside the leather curtain, and looks around. Tonight she doesn’t need a fancy station. She only needs a quietcorner and a chair. This room will do nicely.She takes a seat against the wall. Like a lioness crouched by a watering hole, she watches the snack table across the room. People come, people go. Then her patience pays off. Vicki’s red latex minidress and stiletto ankle boots identify her. She’s trying to drink a Coke with one hand while holding a chocolate-chip cookie with the other. It’s awkward with the cuffs. Renata strides over and presses herself against Vicki’s back.“When’s your break over?” “Now.” Vicki lowers her snack. “Good. Keep the cookie.”A hand on Vicki’s biceps, Renata propels her across the room. Vicki’s ass and boobs jiggle under the low-cut latex. The ankle cuffs mean she has to shuffle quickly to keep up. By the time they get to Renata’s chair, Vicki’s breathing hard.Renata drops Vicki’s arm and sits,
He was young and his cock was as hard as a steel rod. No foreplay was necessary. He took off his clothes and, bang: hard and ready. Not like your sad, little caged protuberance. I can’t imagine you were ever like that, were you?” She shook her head in mock sadness as she gazed at Bob. He knelt, naked, with the exception of the chastity device affixed to his cock andballs. He yawned, silently. “Does this bore you?”“Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more.“And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat.Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”“Look, Barbara,” Bob stood up. “I just don’t think th