“So this was another tissue tease. I wrote it on a pad this time. How did this one come about? Well a regular respondent had written me a tease at the end of one email. I decided to use it and make it into something bigger to send back. Sort of a return-tease.

I changed her wording a bit so it fits the story, I’ll post it here (with her permission). Let’s see if you think I did the tease justice.

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*It was so very cold against my warm tongue and the slick insides of my cheeks, almost hurting my sensitive tastebuds as I pulled it in and out a (more…)

I picked up the stack of papers and they slid out of my hand and scattered across the floor of my bedroom. “Shit!” I bent over and picked them up. Moving really sucked. I had never planned on having to change addresses and move all my crap but my living situation had to change. I missed Ana. It sucked but life moved on. Sort of. In the pile of papers was an envelope with script writing on it. I opened it and saw it was an invitation to a wedding. Fucking great, a wedding, like I’m interested in that at the moment, I thought. I saw it was for John and Stephanie. John worked for me a couple of years ago and, oddly enough met Stephanie at a party held at my house. In fact, of all the weird things I could have, I had a copy of a videotape from that party with the two of them fucking. I smiled and remembered the past. (more…)

“Susan’s first sexual encounter after 17 years of marriage opens the flood gates and begins a process of physical and spiritual healing for her.”

It had been probably four or five years since they made love. They had sex once during that time, and it was pleasant enough, but since things started going downhill in the marriage, Susan had lost interest in being anywhere near Scott. He’d put on weight and cared less and less about his appearance, probably in response to Susan’s lack of attention to him. (more…)

*The Forfeit, Ch. 6, Valentine Day*

Amanda looked again at her left hand, tears coming to her eyes as she remembered Christmas Eve and Will’s lovely proposal. They had been sitting in front of the tree, just holding each other and making Christmas wishes. Amanda’s had been that things would always be this perfect, that they would always love each other so well.

“Nothing else, Darling?” asked Will. “Because I have a heart full of wishes, all of them involving you and our lives together. My first wish, though, is the most important.” (more…)

I laughed at Lord Beaumont”s paltry joke along with the others, but I had never been so supremely bored in my life. The only thing redeeming the evening was the sadistic pleasure I took in the male glances following me about the room. If only Andrew were here to see it. How we would laugh!

I flirted with them, of course. Just enough to cause them to make an overture. As if they could ever outmatch a certain captain in the Tenth Hussars.

His regiment would arrive tomorrow morning. Until then, there was this dreadful party to finish. I would leave as early as possible, but that wouldn”t be for hours. At least the supper dance would begin momentarily. I would put up with these fools until two o”clock, but no longer. (more…)

Damien glanced over at his best friend Curtis, not sure how he had been talked into this particular situation. Curtis insisted that he had a special and memorable way to celebrate Damien’s thirtieth birthday, that he would take him to a place where no one recognized him or cared that he was Damien Perucci. So far, Curtis has kept that promise, but then again, a strip club was hardly the type of place that a multi millionaire frequented.

Damien watched as Curtis downed another drink. A millionaire in his right, Curtis still frequented common places on occasion. (more…)

It still makes my heart race to remember the first time we made love. If I close my eyes I can remember the smell of the garden outside your window and the warm, summer breeze. And when I close my eyes and remember I see your face above me, your eyes searching mine as your expert fingers worked me closer and closer to an orgasm like I’d never dreamed was possible.

I was the one who made the first move, the first flirtatious gesture that left you flattered but somewhat baffled that a girl so much your junior would find you attractive. I was the one with the steady gaze and the subtle innuendoes, the one with the ability to pop up in the least likely places and make you think things you knew weren’t exactly appropriate. (more…)

Chris had asked me if I wanted to soak in the giant Jacuzzi in his backyard or sleep after we got out of the shower. I was so tired from the whirlwind of sex we had experienced over the last 5 hours that I told him I just wanted to snuggle into bed. I followed Chris into the bedroom and waited while he turned down the soft, thick bedspread and then crawled in next to him.

Chris wrapped his arms around me and I laid my head on his shoulder. We laid there talking about life and the things we liked to do for fun. Quite, drowsy talk about anything that came to mind until I found myself falling asleep in his arms. (more…)

This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement, hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism welcomed.

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We made it to the airport on time. Just. Meg’s plane was on schedule and shortly after six she came through the gate and saw us waiting. Her face lit up and she hurried across to us, hugging and kissing Mike.

“Oh baby! I’ve missed you,” she cried, then turned to me and hugged me. “Oh, mom, it’s good to be home!”

“Good to have you home, sweetheart,” I said, kissing her and hugging her back. (more…)

Leaning my head against the steering wheel I decided that I’d just lived the worse day of my life. At this point I couldn’t think of any way possible for it to get worse, except for maybe a building falling on my head. As far as that possibility went I’d just make sure I stayed near only one-story buildings that way maybe it wouldn’t kill me. Laughing at myself I closed my eyes thinking that all I wanted to do right now was sleep for about a year.

This day from hell had started out like any other. The sun had came through my window and fell quietly across my face, waking me by degrees. I’d just sat up in bed when my phone rang. I remember thinking what a perfect way to start my day off by talking to my lover. I’d grabbed the phone up and for my hello I told Mark that I missed him. I knew something was wrong when he said the most hated words in the English language. ‘We need to talk.” (more…)