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Overtime

Maddy — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 19:29:01 +1030

I want to have an affair. I want to lose myself in a torrid, illicit, filthy encounter with a handsome stranger. Wait. No. Make that a string of handsome strangers.

I will find these strangers in any number of places…

…Behind the counter at Starbucks. He will whip me into a frenzy, using his fingers like stir-sticks, to whip my clit into a thick, creamy treat while sucking on the stiff peaks that my excited nipples have become.

Red Stilettos

marc angel — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 13:39:17 +1030

He was looking through the mail when he walked into the room; not noticing her standing in the doorway across from him.

“How was golf?” her soft voice drawing his attention, but only briefly. He does a double take, his eyes darkening with lust as they make their way down her body. He tries to set the mail on the table but misses, sending it scattering across the floor. As he crouches to pick it up, his eyes never leave her.

Pavlov Almost Got It Right

marc angel — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 09:02:47 +1030

The doorbell rang and I looked up at the clock. At 9pm we seldom have unexpected visitors. As I had just gotten out of the shower and was wearing only a short burgundy robe, I was a little apprehensive as I went to the foyer and peered out through the little windows, all neatly curtained, on the big front door.

It was Lou, dressed a bit neater than usual in pressed jeans and a designer shirt.

“Odd”, I thought.

Lou had picked up his dog hours ago.

Dry Humper Says

marc angel — Wed, 05 Nov 2008 09:21:14 +1030

The thought of rubbing up against a man’s groin makes me want to cum. Especially if that groin is all bundled up in jeans. I can picture it all so clearly: the scraping sound it makes, the burning of the skin, the temptation to put it in. It reminds me of being back in high school, you know, the days when you were convinced that making out in the bathroom stall at the mall with the school’s prime rib was the reason you were born. I don’t know about you, but back then I could dry hump for hours, or at least for as long as my pelvis held up.

Chasing Sarah Palin

marc angel — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 09:45:40 +1030

If you’d asked me yesterday if I ever thought about doing it with Sarah Palin, I would have sworn I didn’t have the slightest interest. She’s not my type. But after what happened last night, I’m not sure how I’d answer. Because last night Sarah took me to some places I never dreamed I’d go. By the end, my sheets were so wet with sweat and sex juices, I had to throw them in the wash before I went to work—and as a married mother of three girls, you can well imagine it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex that wild.

Dress Me Up

Maddy — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 10:13:51 +1030

Beth's wide white grin matches her broad panama hat and narrow white tie. The tie swings between her bare breasts, brushing over her nipples when she walks and hanging down past the waist of her hiked up white trousers.

"Hey there, pretty," she says. "Wow, that's quite the predicament you're in."

Sirens Of The Caribbean

marc angel — Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:03:35 +1030

“You’re so prudish!” said Serena.

“Just because I haven’t been as adventurous as you doesn’t mean I’m prude,” Eve responded. “I mean, I could if the opportunity arose, but it hasn’t. It doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t do it. You’ve just been the one with all these wild experiences to flaunt.”

“Yes, I have and I don’t regret any of them. Too bad I’m involved with a bunch of Puritans,” said Serena.

“Hey, that’s not true!” Eve yelled.

The Thing About Waiting

marc angel — Sat, 18 Oct 2008 14:17:10 +1030

I watch as Cam arrives minus his arty girlfriend, Sophie. We all meet Friday nights at Casey’s Restaurant and Bar. It’s a bunker at the end of the main drag on the Peninsula. Moody, expensive. Music by local talent. We’re fifteen some nights, but the rocks are Robbie and Mia, Justin and Em, Cam and Sophie, Neil, Bubba Ray, Gabbie, and me — Kat. We’re an eclectic bunch.

Suit And Tie

marc angel — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 16:11:18 +1030

The Year of the Suits. That’s what I call it now, the nine months I spent working as a temp in the Financial District. I have a permanent life now—I’m living with a great guy and finishing up my master’s in physical therapy--but sometimes when I’m downtown on a weekday I get a hit of those strange times.

Beltane

marc angel — Wed, 08 Oct 2008 14:06:30 +1030

It was five-thirty on a Friday afternoon, and I was having trouble concentrating on the sales figures on my computer screen. My eyes scanned the same page of the report three times before I decided that my brain just wasn’t getting it, and gave up. I let my mind wander where it wanted to: namely, the gorgeous spring weather outside my office window. The sun was high, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and according to the voice on the radio, it was warmer today than it had been in weeks.