Category: Fiction

It’s dreamlike for me, as I float. How do you know my desires so well?  Yes, there, right there. You play in my secret garden. You tiptoe on a predetermined path as you visit every inch of the landscape. How you begin the journey, tells me what is coming. Today, you surprise me. The heat of your four fingertips under my left cheek arouses me. Your thumb executes a specific plan. After circling my clit, it slides up my clitoral body like it is your penis length you stroke. You give me what you want me to have, so different from...

Clara and Brian planned a trip to Mexico for a week of fun and sun with their best friends. She could barely contain her excitement because she had read the best place to try new sexual things was during vacation. Clara didn’t have the courage to tell Brian that she wanted to try some backdoor action. He was open to suggestions, but she had no clue how to share it without feeling like a total freak. When they arrived at the resort, everyone checked in, and then they dispersed to their previously scheduled events. While the men went to the...

Marley held her breath as she connected the Skype call. The temperature in the room seemed to rise or was that just her? If someone saw her, would they believe she was watching gay men get each other off? She banished her wimpy self from the room; she was doing this. “Hey Marley, can you see us okay?” Two heads huddled around the screen. “Yeah, I can.” “You ready for some fun? Am I? Every time Marley went out with Jacob and Fredrick, and they made out, she got hot. She didn’t understand it, but she loved watching men love...

~The prompt for Friday Flash was this picture taken by F dot Leonora. Drawing from her prompt, I went to my local Italian restaurant and this is what emerged.~ The Italian restaurant closed late on Saturday night, and I was the last to leave. After bidding farewell to my friends, I stepped into the humid stickiness of summer and fanned myself. My sheer light dress stuck to my skin and I waved it to get air on my bareness underneath. Outside, I realized I had left my credit card at the table. I stepped back in to retrieve it. The...

“Is this a fucking test?” I slammed the phone down. How am I supposed to do this? They didn’t tell me I needed a female model in the shoot. This new ad agency guy expected me to make something from nothing. Across the room, Alphonse snickered and shook his head at George. As the creative director for this erotic photo shoot, I had to come up with an idea and fast. I was not losing this job or the ones that could come from it. My panic over this work situation nearly choked me. “Ellie, I am willing to do...

Our hands locked onto each other’s body, fingers connected to the fierce pulse of our sexual energy. I longed for our passionate Saturday mornings together. “Here?” He inched closer, positioning his hand where he knew I wanted it, snuggling closer. He smelled like sleep and sunshine. “Yes.” There’s a bitter sweetness to remembering. He nuzzled his nose to my ear, “You like it when my fingers touch you like this.” I do, I did. I wish I’d told you. “You want me to do you first?” “No, let’s keep going together.” I lied. I wanted him focused on my orgasm. His...

“What’s your audition?” Olivia, the chesty blonde, laid a magazine on the table in front of her. Her lovely cleavage was in direct line of sight of Kylie who crossed her legs to rub her clit. “I’m trying out to be an extra in a soap commercial, you?” “I think it’s a porn audition but I’m not sure.” “You’re kidding, right?” “It was vague, but I figured, no harm in trying out.” “What do you have to do?” “No clue.” She looked around the room sizing up the other people wondering who she might audition with. She got nervous considering...

Life inspires stories. As a therapist, I love to consider group connections and why people are together and why paths cross. However, today in writer mode, life information gets used in a different way, it becomes sparks that transform into a story.  This weekend I met a dynamic group of eleven women dining at a local restaurant. They were visitors to the island, friends from uni, sorority sisters, on a long awaited beach weekend, traveling in from all over. With Wicked Wednesday’s prompt rolling around in my mind, I had to decide, which person of me, the women would meet....

She walked in wearing a black cocktail dress, sleek and modern, the ensemble of an artist. I had served enough at these events to know who was who. Dressed in a crisp, white blouse and my black, short skirt, I wore the costume of a worker. All night long, I watched her interact with the patrons. Both men and women fawned over her. This woman was gracious to all of them. Circulating with my tray of drinks near her, I heard her accented voice. “Pardon, may I sample a beverage? I am parched.” She took a glass, brought it to...

Ellen had left the new nipple clips in the bowl on the kitchen bar. These looked more like jewelry with fancy metal balls hanging off the end, definitely not her clothespins. Roger would see them because they always drank beer standing there after golf. Her fantasy was in his hands now and she wondered what he would do. Should I go in the kitchen or wait? The answer was settled when she heard Roger’s voice. “Hey, Ellen, I’m here with Stan.” When she arrived in the room, each of them locked their gaze on her. “Stan thinks you left your hair clips...

“We don’t have enough time.” I walked across the marble floor admiring the hotel bathroom. The drips from my wet hair tickled my skin. I placed my towel on the edge of the tub. “Everyone is waiting for us in the ballroom.” “Let them wait. This is our time,” said Richard. He stepped behind me, his erection settled between my butt cheeks as his arms came around me and his big hands cradled my breasts. “What do I have to do to convince you?” His thumbs circled my areolas and when he got the hard nipple response he was going...

I inhaled his scent from my spot. Space was thick with people lining the subway car, sticky and stuffy, but I recognized his aroma. This was my favorite part of the day, the moment that I spent in his orbit, a mere tiny planet of me circling my sun. He read the news on his iPad. Did he know it was me that stepped into his space and with my mind caressed him? Both my hands grabbed his ass and massaged. I undressed him and redressed him. I touched him everywhere. I think the tight space, with people pressing against...

Had he left me hanging? Impatiently, I sat at the game table wearing nothing but my lacy thong and open-toe heels, waiting for him to come back and make his move. Which one? I chuckled at my pun. His chess moves or his move on me. He taunted me with his gorgeous ass which I loved to bite, lick, and kiss. I had seen a lot of it since he kept leaving the room. This man liked games, especially games with strategy. Did he do this to see if I would take care of the lustful urges? I would, take care of...

Erin completed her first female sexuality class and intended to show Jordan what she learned. A lot of thought and energy created the sexual menu for the evening. Jordan liked things hot and Erin desired to spice things up but taking the lead was outside her comfort zone. “Hey, Baby. I got your message. What’s up?” Jordan closed the door and threw his backpack in the arm chair. Erin strolled into the room wearing a skimpy robe and a smile. Her cleavage peeked out. She loved the lined expressions on his face, heat, and confusion rolled together. “I have a...

I’m not sure in the course of the play when his presence filtered into my awareness. He sat front row, stage left, opposite my front center-stage, end-row seat. It was a three-sided audience. I’m not sure what I noticed first about him? Was it his dark wavy hair, longish, with a matching two-day scruff beard? Or was it the blue, dress shirt that highlighted his eyes with tails that peeked out from his navy blazer? Perhaps it was his hiking boots that he propped on his denim-clad knee when he changed positions in the seat? Director, actor, or lover? He...

“It’s not a race, Cher.” “I know, but I’m nervous and excited.” “Don’t worry about them.” He ran his nose over the bridge of hers. “I’ll get you where you want to go.” “Hmmm. I’m not worried. But it is our first time. How many are watching?” She lifted her head to look around him knowing she would see nothing, but they would see her. “Why do you need to know?” “I am…counting… hands.” “What the hell, my hands are the only ones you need to be considering. Observing is all they get, not even sound.” His big body hovered...

Daniel really cares and he listened. I just hadn’t realized it yet. My jazz piano guy loved to take me to his gigs. Through no fault of my own, I fell asleep to jazz. I love it but it puts me in a trance state. I become mellow and fluid and then sleep followed. It was the equivalent of good booze or drugs intermingling in my system. But Daniel studied his audience, namely me. “I have some tunes for us to hear tonight.” “Oh boy, sleeping music time?” “Yes, but no, I hope. You do react to different instruments and...

“Where is your old typewriter?” asked Alexandra. “It’s in the hall closet.” Stephan looked up from his art easel in the studio. His seductive gaze held her, as did his stance, edgy and ready.  “You need it for what? “Project for my writing class,” said Alex as she bent over to pick it up. Alexandra set the machine on her desk and reread the assignment.  Address your specific audience. Type a communication to imprint the reader’s soul like a key strike of an old typewriter stamps a letter through the ribbon onto the paper. After loading a sheet paper, she typed....

I walked into the living room and spotted Dave on the couch, reading a book. There was an immediate lightness in my chest but I kept my focus on him. My “getting off” plan was underway. I sauntered over, removed the book from his hands and sat on his lap. “What is up with you?” he asked. “You’ll figure it out.” I leaned back and rested my head on the arm of the couch and he stroked my arm. He leaned over further inspecting me and touched my forehead. “What’s this?” He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together testing the...

Julia remained rail high on the condo balcony, overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, naked and bent over. She pursed her dry lips and then licked them. Her tongue savored the taste of salt spray on her skin. Simon had given her directions, and she was determined to get them right. Once considered off limits in their relationship, her gift for following directions would be another man.  He loved to watch her with women, but for him, other men were off limits. She heard voices through the sliding glass doors. Who had Simon invited? She longed to know what exactly he had...

No one knew how they named the bar, it was their secret. Sam finished making drinks and Landon and Nate perched at the polished bar ready to taste his latest concoction. The hundred year old cigar scent permeated through the wooden walls and lingered. Combined with the jazz notes and the aroma of alcohol, it took them back. “Wow, it’s been five years.” Landon slapped Nate’s back. Sam had expected those two would be a couple but it never happened.  Life changed when the trio headed down their own professional paths, but they each appreciated what they’d had together, good...

Jeb rolled over, reached behind me and palmed my naked ass as he scooted back into the s-shape of my body. He woke me and in my sleepy haze, I could feel his fingers move slightly. I couldn’t decide if it was an overture. In my sleep grogginess, his sexual play with George entered my mind. Jeb had been laid out across crisp, white sheets and George was on his knees at the end of the bed with his hands on Jeb. I wasn’t surprised. I had requested a threesome, and they agreed, but I knew they were uncomfortable with...

“Kneel and worship.” “Yes, ma’am.” “You will follow my directions, precisely.” “Yes, ma’am.” I couldn’t believe I won Zack in the celebrity fundraiser auction or that he would star in my sexual fantasy.  Seeing is believing. This beautiful man knelt before me. Naked, all buff, and sporting an erection for the ages, all for me. My bare pussy was just above his eye level. I wore the perfect heels to make this so. I stepped closer to his face. I wanted him to rock my world. “What do you see, Zack?” “I see your wet lips, ma’am.” “What do you...

My favorite hotel, Isosceles, is renowned for its mission statement, “We Connect You.” I wished they could work their magic with my secret; I was losing the ability to connect. I sat at the mirror table in the lobby restroom, observing finely dressed younger women bustling in, chattering openly, about their sexual exploits. I smiled to myself, invisible in their world, noting the pressure inside me. They spoke of what they would do, wouldn’t do, and what they couldn’t wait to do. Ah to be young again and to have known then what I know now. The downfall for younger...