We all see love through a different lens. Some see blue. Some see red. Some see green. There are a lot of different colors we see love through. Each color has a different meaning. Some only see one color. Some see two. I see you as my prism of love. You are all the colors of the rainbow. I hold my view of love through my prism. You see me through yours. I choose to see love with an open prism. Choose your own path of love...

At one point or another, we’ve all had that co-worker who just stuck with us. Not necessarily up front, not even consciously. But they linger—I’m sure of it. I’m not talking about summer jobs or part-time, high school flings, or even casual fucks—those happened because you were young and unattached. They linger, too, sure, but in a different way. I’ve had a few, later in life. Only one since I got married. I remember the...

The time had finally arrived. Alex Adams had retired from his job in the high-pressure world of pharmaceutical sales, sold his house, and was making a life-changing move to the island of Maui. He was moving to the western side of the island near Napili and Kapalua, about ten miles north of Lahaina. Alex was forty-nine. He had vacationed in Maui regularly for the past twenty years, visiting every two to three years, rotati...

"Shitshitshitshit!" Izzy exclaimed, their hands flying over the control panel. Alarms flashed as the small plane pitched and undulated in the buffeting wind and rain. The storm had come out of nowhere during an otherwise lovely day and one poorly-timed bolt of lightning had blasted off half of the left wing. Izzy knew the statistics on single-engine aircraft crashes, but never thought it would happen to them. They had got...

Just stepped into a hot bath and am settled, relaxing. You walk into the bathroom, sit on the edge of the tub, and tell me to spread my legs. I sink a little lower and put my feet on the sides of the tub, while you roll up your sleeves. I love your manly forearms. You dip your hand in the very warm water, stroking my hard nipples one by one, feeling them tighten more to your touch. You stroke my belly, stopping to finger...

Eyes closed, Chantelle’s back arched. A soft, deep moan escaped her parted lips. Her hand gripped mine as Eric’s tool penetrated my wife. Wide-eyed, I marvelled as his glistening rod disappeared into Chantelle’s welcoming snatch. Confused, I watched enviously as her pants grew louder, her stocking-clad legs pulling him deeper into her excited, sopping cunt. “Oh, fuck! I’m going to cum in you!” “Mmmohhh! Yes! Yes, pleeaase...

Something Different – Chapter Four As Scott and Maria started to get ready for the photo shoot, he had one more surprise. “With the help of Rosa (her sister), I purchased coordinating outfits for our photos,” he said as he opened a garment bag. “You stinker!” she exclaimed. He explained how he and her sister looked on the website of the famous Hawaiian shirt and dress company, Reyn Spooner. They sent each other a few link...

As Scott and Maria lounged in his backyard on Sunday morning, enjoying their coffee and the newspaper, their conversation turned to their talk of kinks and fetishes the night before. It was the first time Maria had been so open and honest with a partner in her life. “So, you really want me to tie you down?” Scott asked. She turned her head, looking him straight in the eyes. “Yes. Remember, this is all fun. Roleplay type o...

That evening, I will always remember it as our beginning. You kissed me for the first time on that beach at dusk. Your hands held me tight as we kissed. Our tongues danced. This was the first signal of our love and how it was to grow. We lay gently on that blanket on the beach. Your hands probing my body, and my hands probing yours. You slid into me as we made love for the first time. Married for five years now, and not a...

It wasn’t fireworks, not the kind they write about in cheap paperbacks, not some goddamn symphony of crashing violins or the way the moon is supposed to weep for lovers. No, it was quieter than that. It was you, half asleep, one bare leg hooked over mine, the rise and fall of your breath against my ribs like the tide, steady, indifferent. It was the way you left coffee rings on my table without apology, the way your finge...

I hung up with Eva, a rueful smile on my face as I felt how much I was missing her and the freedom to just make a call whenever we wished. But this was the bed we had made for ourselves, and it was unavoidable. It was, at least, infinitely preferable to the alternative option available to us. I dragged my arse up the stairs into what was becoming the football room in the house. I had all of the kit ready for the next even...

My fire burns hot in my soul for you. Your fire for me scorches me. My flame flickers in the night. Your flame is bright lighting up the night sky. Two candles held together can make an inferno. The candles become as one. Melting into each other. I feel your love through your heat. Burning hot. Our kiss produces sparks shooting off in every direction. Your touch is blazing. Our sweat sizzles in the flames of love. Our fir...