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...

I heard Jack moan, the arousing kind. Through the crack in the bedroom door, I peered in. He was alone in his sexual enjoyment. It was private but the voyeur inside me forced my stillness.  My palms sweated and my heart rate increased. It wasn’t the first time I had snuck a peek. The intensity with which he massaged his penis through his clothes gutted me. I loved his sturdy hands. He worked himself deep, getting revved up. I lived for the expanse of his breath knowing his abdomen responded, moving up and down and creating that magnificent center ridge....

The crew of “Wild Women on the Water” arrived at the beach pier destination to film a sequence between their signature model Laurel and a newly signed actor. Directing this erotic shoot would be tough on Aja. She wondered how she would handle her secret attraction to Laurel. As Donald cleared the pier for filming, Aja received a text indicating their new actor went to the wrong location. She fumed about losing the time slot and the money. “Why don’t you do it?” said Donald. Leave it to Donald to make something good out of something bad. She studied his...

Nick and Natalie walked into the beach condo. The decor proved that point. Seashell lamps and nautical designed fabrics graced the furniture and sea-themed objects were scattered in every room. They were surprised at how beachy it was. “Come see the master suite. It’s like being inside a seashell. It’s so iridescent pink and shiny,” said Natalie. The sheers over the sliding glass door and the comforter on the king bed created the illusion of being in the pink shell channel. The mirrored closet doors doubled the effect. Nick walked in behind Natalie. “This light embellishes your porcelain skin. Illuminated...

“I thought we were going to the foreign flick called Ginger’s Scent of French.” Daria read the marquee, “Best Porn in Town.” Annie laughed. “Sometimes your brain amazes me. I told you we were choosing between Ginger’s Wet Dreams, Scent of Sex, and French Orgy.” “No, I remember. There was no mention of porn.” “But, you agreed I picked the next when and where for sex. Here we are.” Annie was so much more adventuresome than Daria but she wanted to please her. “Come on Daria. It’s not about the movie. It’s about the people who sit together in individual...

Evelyn looked across the control room and spotted Dean. “I need a hand,” she yelled. She hiked up her leopard print skirt to headline the tops of her black thigh-highs. The gap of skin between the stockings and dress breathed. It was like a reverse blindfold. Her body remained covered except for this one strip of skin. Her vulva peered out as if watching from under a raised window shade. Power surged through her body, and heat settled between her legs. She had felt it in their scene, but she wanted more. Would he give it to her? “You do?...

She never heard George step up behind her naked body. Standing in front of the armoire mirror, she assessed herself. His eyes followed her. The same look of interest was there now, exactly like it had been forty years ago. Focusing back on her body, she saw her life’s road map etched there. Grey hair. Cesarean scar. Cellulite. And one hip slightly lower than the other, from the last hip replacement. “Alice, did you hear me? Do you want to?” Looking up at George, she searched his eyes and smiled. “I want to. Can we pretend it was the day...