“Thanks for insisting I come and spend the week here, Sweetie. I feel like a new woman.” “There’s nothing worse than a bad breakup with someone you’re living with. At least this way, he’ll be gone when you get back.
My husband was casting furtive glances towards the bar. He was trying to be discrete about watching a bridesmaid and groomsman glued together. They were from the wedding reception being held at the hotel. We were celebrating our tenth anniversary
When I saw Liam arrive, my heart took off at a gallop. He looks so sexy in those jeans! Yum! I made up my mind a week ago, and I’d been on pins and needles ever since. I laughed to
There’s early morning light streaming in through the windows and nothing but the sound of the leaking faucet in the other room to disturb her. It starts with her breath. One slow inhale leads her to a deep moan of
Getting down with strangers was a fantasy that started out as a secret, whispered between the sheets in the heat of the night. Over time it crept into less explicit conversation. At happy hour, in the shower, over dinner, while
Jenna was running uncharacteristically late. Jonas, patient as he was, had a nervous habit of checking his watch too often. When Jenna caught him staring at the ticking hands, she abandoned the two pairs of earrings she had been waffling
There’s an art and an etiquette to giving good hand. Whether I’m using my own hands, lending a hand (sometimes I like when my husband places his hand over my hand and uses my hand as a masturbation toy) or
What if I could tweak your talents even higher? From everyday lover to Clitoris Connoisseur? How will she thank you—after the biggest, strongest heart- poundingest orgasms of her dear life? As America’s Pleasure Coach, I’ve uncovered surprising truths about female
by Rachel Kramer Bussel Callie’s birthday gifts started with the panties, lacy, see-through black ones. She’d torn open the small package and smiled at Toby. “Put them on, baby,” he said as he brushed the red tissue paper off the bed.