Lana Bennett kept her expectations of the new sex therapist low, but she didn’t expect Dr. Jane Bernstein. A mousey little woman in a conservative brown suit and mauve mock-turtleneck sweater, hardly the sex goddess Lana thought she’d be seeing.
She just wishes the therapy couch was less slippery.
Often, appearances can be deceiving. Sometimes, big problems can solved in small ways. Turns out, Lana only needs the right helping hand, both literally and figuratively. Continue reading “Humpday Story: Sapphic Phobia”
“Michelle, baby,” Sonya said to me one afternoon over coffee at her house. She regularly calls me baby when she wants my attention, and I’ve stopped correcting her. “If I write ‘bear with me,’ do I spell it B-E-A-R? Like a big furry creature with claws?”
She hid her face behind her coffee mug, steam rising over her eyes and front bangs. She’s a stunning blonde with small breasts and big hair, and bright green eyes. Her high cheekbones made her elegant looking, even though that’s the feature she hates the most about herself. That afternoon, she wore a leopard print sleeveless top under a pink vest, and black tights. Continue reading “Sunday Quickie: Bare With Me”
Cindy never imagined her career being so unfulfilling. Trapped in a cubicle, days filled with busy work, hitting deadlines that nobody else in the company seemed to care about.
Never mind Rex Monahan, the dinosaur shapeshifter boss in the glass corner office.
Great benefits don’t make up for crappy work days. Even with eye candy benefits considered. But when the boss man calls Cindy into his office one morning, her career changes in ways she never foresaw.
If you enjoy humorous shapeshifter erotica, be sure to read Taming the Billionaire Dinosaur. Continue reading “Humpday Story: Taming the Billionaire Dinosaur”
Every summer, after the Fourth and before Labor Day, I go camping with my coworkers. Sort of a company sponsored trip, for team building or whatever the fuck they really want us to do. Somebody always brings keggers, others bring acoustic guitars, and a big ass bonfire is lit. Most of the women wear skimpy bikinis, the guys walk around shirtless. Three days of rowdy behavior before back to the cubicle farm. Continue reading “Sunday Quickie: How to Quench the Campfire Blues”
Amy prefers her birthday to be simple. Pot of coffee, the newspaper, and a quiet morning alone in her birthday suit.
Content to wait for the hubby to return from work, Amy looks forward to a sexy celebration. But things go awry when the doorbell rings.
The hunky policeman at the door spells trouble, one way or the other.
In the mood for humorous menage erotica? Be sure to read The Birthday Sandwich. Continue reading “Humpday Story: The Birthday Sandwich”
My bestie Tanya and I are both erotic fiction writers. We’re both married. Both of us are lesbian curious. So are our hubbies.
But we’re both too chicken-shit to figure out how to go down on each other. Continue reading “Sunday Quickie: Where Ideas Come From”
The perks of working at home: walking about in leopard print lingerie, drinking coffee, and waiting for a new sex toy to arrive. A marathon masturbation session tops the cake after the work and the waiting.
But one dark and stormy afternoon, Jenny waits for something else, too. Christie, the cute redheaded mail lady who brings the sex toy.
What begins as an invitation to come out of the rain and share coffee, turns into so much more.
If you enjoy humorous lesbian erotica, be sure to read The Case of the Redheaded Mail Lady. Continue reading “Humpday Story: The Case of the Redheaded Mail Lady”