Here I am, sitting on the porch of my vacation cabin in the woods on a warm summer night, floating in the aftermath of an incredible orgasm. Looking down at the pond below and the stars above, I’ve been reflecting on how I’ve spent my vacation so far. This secluded cabin is my home for a week, and so far it’s been nothing but heavenly. My boyfriend, Joey, and I came up on the weekend. He left early Wednesday morning and w...

PART 3 The boat cut through the late afternoon sea like a whispered promise. Fred stood barefoot at the bow, wind tugging at his open linen shirt, the salt air clinging to his skin. Behind him, the hum of the motor faded beneath the low pulse of music and the sound of laughter — female, warm, effortless. The girls were already aboard when he arrived — sun-kissed, glowing, their energy a magnet. Elena greeted him with a sm...

PART 2 The sun climbed lazily into the sky, gilding the thatched rooftops of Phi Phi with light that shimmered like brushed gold. Fred sat barefoot on the wooden deck outside his suite, a quiet contentment seeping into him like the morning heat. A bowl of tropical fruit sat beside his coffee, and the faint scent of salt lingered in the air, carried by a soft breeze that played with the edges of his open book. He had read...

"Cheers!” Our glasses clinked and we took a sip. It may only be 7:00 am, but as the saying goes, it was five o’clock somewhere, right? Eight happy but sleep-deprived faces sat around the table in the airport lounge, waiting for the boarding call that would transport us to paradise. This vacation had been the result of a girls’ night a couple of months ago. Janet was lamenting about having to spend a whole week with her hu...

Dear Penthouse forum, I have enjoyed reading your letters for many years. I have often suspected that some of the stories are “made up.“ I never imagined that I would have a sexy experience like this one that I have the opportunity to share with you. My husband Blake is a tall, strong sexy man. We have been married for over twenty years but for the last ten years, our sex life has calmed dramatically. While I tell my girl...

SUNDAY Jessica and I were in the kitchen making pancakes when the girls padded in still looking sleepy. Lily made her way over to her mom and wrapped her arms around her waist, nuzzling her head into Jessica's side. "Morning Mom," she mumbled. "Good morning, sweetie," Jessica said, kissing the top of her daughter's head. She then looked over at Holly, who was sitting at the island counter, rubbing her eyes. "Morning, Holl...

SATURDAY I woke up gathering my night clothes from the floor of Jessica's bedroom and walked back to my own room. Once there, I put on a pair of gym shorts and sneakers and then headed out for a morning run in the crisp mountain air. When I returned, the girls were perched on barstools at the island countertop and Jessica was busy cooking breakfast. "Morning, my beautiful ladies," I greeted them with a smile before headin...

My supervisor, Jessica, sat across from me in my office as we put the finishing touches on the project we had been tirelessly working on for the past couple of weeks. Her delicate hands gathered the loose documents and arranged them neatly in their folders. As she leaned back in her chair, she asked with a warm smile, “Do you have any plans for the weekend?” The soft glow of the desk lamp illuminated her features, highlig...