The night air rolled in thick with heat, the kind that clung to the skin and refused to…
“What the hell is going on, Junior?” I asked, feigning shock. “Don’t mind me,” I said, pulling up…
“Bend over, Junior,” I commanded, my voice firm. “Spread your ass cheeks just the way you know I…
The morning air was sultry, thick with jasmine and salt. Tyrone stood on the villa balcony, shirtless, sipping…
Dear diary, my husband is a cheater. I’m Judith, a woman in my fifties, blessed with a body…