Humpday Story: Friends With Batteries

FriendsWithBatteries_Coverv1Candles? Check. Curtains shut? Check. Webcam turned on?

Making love to a long-distance boyfriend comes with challenges. Especially the coming part. Gina enjoys Kyle’s weekly geyser show immensely. And she can squirt like a pro.

But only when he touches her in the right way.

She desperately wants to return the favor on cam. Continue reading “Humpday Story: Friends With Batteries”

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Sunday Quickie: In the Bag

 

Mark had promised me a birthday gift for a week, and for seven whole days I badgered him to tell me what it was. My boyfriend of too many years simply shrugged in that not-so-innocent way of his, and evaded my rapid-fire question bombing. He was the only man I knew who could withstand the barrage.

Finally, on Friday night he walked in the door, holding a small brown paper bag in one hand, slipping off his necktie with the other. I dragged him to the bedroom, ignoring the cordon bleu I had prepared earlier, and ripped half his suit off.

“Where’s my gift?” I said. Continue reading “Sunday Quickie: In the Bag”

Humpday Story: Stranded at the Witch’s House

Stranded-at-the-Witchs-House-GenericLate for Aunt Mirtle’s Thanksgiving dinner, Cassie can’t drive fast enough in the downpour. But when the roads turn icy, even ten miles per hour feels too fast. White knuckle grip on the steering wheel, soda spilled all over the front seat, Cassie just wants to change clothes and relax in front of a fire.

A mysterious black cat completely derails her plans.

She might not make it for turkey dinner, but the night only just began. Continue reading “Humpday Story: Stranded at the Witch’s House”

Sunday Quickie: Interrupted

It was a Thursday afternoon, sunny out, warm enough to be pleasant and cool enough to be autumn. I’d just gotten home from my Advanced Russian Lit class at the university. Quick bite of ramen soup and cherry soda while checking email, and then I was done for the day. Time to play.

My apartment in those days was small. The kind of place a giant sized hamster would feel cramped in, but tidy and clean and it was all my own. The single room had a queen sized bed, a floor lamp, and a small kitchenette. I had enough space to cram a desk for my laptop and another table to sit the TV on. No cable. I streamed and watched DVDs while sitting upright in bed. Suited me just fine. Continue reading “Sunday Quickie: Interrupted”

Humpday Story: Creatures of Habit

CreaturesOfHabit_Coverv1 - CopyTom wakes up every morning to Katie’s piano music. Predictable as Sunday morning. But one day while making breakfast, he discovers something missing.

And he can’t put his finger on that missing something.

His beautiful wife makes it a habit to please him, but Tom wonders if she’s holding back a secret.

If you enjoy sexy, intelligent erotica with a splash of mystery, be sure to read Creatures of Habit. Continue reading “Humpday Story: Creatures of Habit”

Sunday Quickie: The Last Guitar Lesson

I’d been giving free guitar lessons to Helen the neighbor lady for eight weeks, in return for her housecleaning skills. My condo had never been cleaner thanks to her. And she was steadily improving as a guitarist. Not jamming Hendrix riffs yet, but eight weeks of practice helped her a ton.

This was supposed to be the end of our agreement. After this, no more guitar lessons, no more housecleaning. Continue reading “Sunday Quickie: The Last Guitar Lesson”

Humpday Story: Charging Her by the Hour

Charging-Her-by-the-Hour-GenericThree hours, seven minutes, forty-seven seconds. Favor for a favor.

Allan came prepared to give Bethany what she needs. He’d do anything for her, his best friend, two steps short of being his girlfriend. But now, sitting in her living room, her breasts practically falling out of her tank top, the moment of truth arrives.

Anything. But for writing Bethany’s college term paper, Allan won’t work for free. He knows exactly how much time he put into the paper, and how much time she owes him.

Three hours, seven minutes, forty-seven seconds. Continue reading “Humpday Story: Charging Her by the Hour”