Captain Steve Anstead considered himself a lucky man. For the past three years, he’d been clandestinely married to Diana DeGrow, a buxom blonde flight attendant with a sex drive that would rival that of a horny frat boy. Sure, her scandalous reputation for being slutty had earned her the moniker, Dirty Diana. But having her as his wife was a decadent little secret, and it had him walking around with a hard-on more often t...

Diana glanced around the cabin to be sure none of the passengers were looking in her direction. Appeased when she saw nobody looking, she eased onto the seat next to the lovely redhead in seat 9B. Using the controls, she moved the seat into the bed position and lay next to Sarah Devonshire, who trembled with need and desire. Sarah’s husband, Nate, watched intently as the buxom blonde flight attendant lifted his wife’s ski...

Diana DeGrow smiled as she greeted the passengers boarding the Airbus A350 for their flight to Charles de Gaulle. She loved this flight, especially when she managed to snag the Delta One section of the plane. There were always such interesting passengers among those who could afford the top-tier seats. And always at least one who was happy to be Diana’s willing victim. Her huge breasts had always been fodder for the late...

I look across the lake, smiling. You can’t see me from the island, but imagining you can is titillating. Perhaps you’re on the porch of the hotel, doing some consulting work, watching me sitting in front of the sliding glass door, naked with my legs spread, my vibrator creating delicious sensations for my sensitive clit. I imagine you staring, cock aching, while my nectar pools, then drips on the chair. My phone buzzes as...

In 1962, my husband, like most men from our quaint little neighborhood, took a job at the new factory in town. And, like most women, I drove him to work and dropped him off so I could have the ’57 Bel Air to do errands, such as grocery shopping, or getting my hair done at Rosie’s House of Beauty. Every morning, a parade of wives sent their men off to work with a hug and a kiss before getting in their cars to go about thei...

Chapter 37 Grace woke up before the alarm and took advantage of the time by sneaking under the covers. She kissed her way down his belly and used her talented tongue to tease Mac awake. It didn’t take long for him to respond. “You wicked little redhead!” he whispered hoarsely. “Did someone wake up greedy and horny?” Her answer was a muffled “mmm-hmm” as her mouth was suddenly full of his cock while her fingers did erotic...

“Oh, sweet Jesus, that feels marvelous!” she moaned, reveling in the splendor of an incredible foot rub. “Quiet, darling. People will think I’m ravaging you.” “Let them think whatever they like. This is better than sex.” “I should be offended,” he laughed. “Keep this up, and I might let you use those delightful fingers somewhere else,” she purred. “Might?” he mused. Gently, he parted her slick, swollen labia and slipped a...

She woke alone after an evening of splendor. With the bed still warm, she rushed out, discovering he’d left. Standing in the rain under a dilapidated umbrella, her heart ached. He’d exposed her soul just as the sheer rain-soaked gown revealed her body. He’d touched her as no man ever had, nor would ever do so again. Then he left her with nothing. Nothing but memories of the way her body moved under his: the thrill of her...

It was the last place Libby Townsend expected to be during the brutal and unexpected ice storm in late March, but here she was, stuck on the island that was traditionally her happy place when everything wasn’t covered in ice and snow. When she’d been contacted to work on a project on the island, she balked at first. Mackinac Island, Michigan, was traditionally still pretty cold in March. But when she discovered that the e...

After a long day of sun and fun, he knew how to pamper her. Drawing a hot bath, he liberated her from her clothing and helped her climb into the generously sized soaking tub. She sighed as she sank into the invigorating water, which extracted the throbbing from muscles she had forgotten she had. Strong hands lathered shampoo onto her scalp, eliciting a throaty purr. Though his intentions were to relieve the ache of the da...

“Tell me about last night; I need to live vicariously through you.” “Nothing incredibly fancy. It was just sensual foreplay as he shaved my pussy, followed by decadent pleasure with his tongue and teeth on my clit and nipples. When I begged for mercy, he used my throat as his own personal fleshlight, pushing my head down till my nose touched his belly. The culmination of the evening had him fucking me both insanely slow a...

Chapter 33 Grace woke to the glorious feeling of Mac’s finger skimming seductively over her skin, tracing a line along her silhouette. “Mmm,” she purred teasingly, “someone must be needy.” His hand dipped between her thighs as a single digit discovered her sweet nectar already pooling. “I’d say that someone might be you, my darling. You’re drenching my fingers, and I’ve barely touched you.” “On the contrary, I’m certain t...

Lying naked on her back with her legs spread open, the voluptuous redhead wondered if the man wielding a massive erection planned to start fucking her without any foreplay, but she was wrong. The sexy man with dark hair and dark eyes took his dick in one hand and began to slide the tip along her wet, pink folds. As he continued to tease her like this, he took his thumb and forefinger and began stroking her engorged clit....

Slow teasing of each inner thigh with erotic kisses made her body hum. Hips moved rhythmically as a talented tongue lapped at her nectar, eliciting soft moans. She lay pliant beneath her lover, submissive and needy. Her juices flowed with each flick of her clit as clever fingers danced along her delicate pink folds. As her lover feasted upon her, her body trembled with desire. One single finger found her sweet spot, sendi...

I was a young reporter for a newspaper in New York City, trying to find a story that would make my editor take notice of me. I was tired of writing about the city dump overflowing (how was that even news?) or the latest puppy adoption at the shelter. I looked at the latest assignment and cringed. I was supposed to go to an old folks' home and interview an old man who was a has-been B-list actor from the 1940s. It'd be a f...