A different type of hotel story – A hotel is the worst place to be when you’re like me. Well, stadiums, public transport, and hospitals are worse, but hotels are a special kind of hell. My conference ended earlier than I’d anticipated, but the five hour drive back wasn’t feasible even for my peace of …
Unedited. It popped into my head before bed. He was careful to keep his back turned as she rummaged through the fridge. Just knowing she was bent over in those thin pants was enough to wake his dick up. “Hey, Shawn.” Her soft voice drifted back to him. “Have you seen my yogurt?” He mumbled …
Unedited. My taste for the voyeuristic is showing. – Adjusting her binoculars, Desiree watched as he stepped out on his balcony at 2:25 pm exactly. Warmth bloomed low in her gut as she thanked God for her neighbor’s habits. Their backyards abut, something she’d become increasingly grateful for since the first moment she’d happened to …