We were out at sea, lingering in each other’s arms, talking as if the morning wouldn’t be our parting. — This is a true story. At 18, I signed up for my high school’s European trip. This endeavor gave us one month to explore Northern Europe, a dream come true so early in my life, or so I thought. Being monitored by our instructors, the expedition that was supposed to…

You’re going to sing for me. I want to hear Row Your Boat, all the way through, three times. When you’ve gotten through the last verse, you can come. — There’s little happening at 5 am. The street is empty, but the sun has yet to rise. I’m hoping we can get to our destination beforehand. She walks to the car, but I pass it by, confident she’ll catch up. It doesn’t take her long. We walk along the shore…

Mmm Mondays News and Prompt #1 — While doing the weekly shopping, I spotted an elderly man and woman holding hands. There’s something about seeing this that always pulls on my heartstrings. To know that there are those who can be together for countless years but still find pleasure in simply holding hands makes me fill with…

Flash Fiction — 300 Words — I devour the sappy nectar as it spills over my tongue. It fits perfectly inside my hand as my fingers circle its circumference gently. Lowering my head, I take the rounded top into my mouth and closing my lips, firmly suck on the honeyed treat. I savour my first sample…

Most men would have shied away from such an advance, especially in the presence of her husband. But my cock already pressed upon my fly strings… — I’d spent countless days at the rear of the carriage, bouncing along first the English and then the Scottish countryside. Nearing the lands of Clan Agnew, a small portion of a small isthmus tucked between Loch Ryan and the North Channel, I unfolded the letter, soliciting a commission once more.

What makes you say Mmm? — Mmm Mondays Mission Sharing the hottest fantasies, most mouthwatering memoirs, and darkest desires, all in one place. The only limit is your imagination. Mmm Mondays began as a space for bloggers to write about whatever made them say Mmm, whether it be frisky fiction, a walk back in time, or a mouthwatering morsel…

100-Word Story: She’s unbreakable and wild… — At sunrise, we make love. She’s soft and supple, pliant. I pull her leg over my hip and gently welcome a new day. Her moans are mere whispers. She’s tight and warm, welcoming. My thrusts are slow, easy and paced. Our hands are gentle, words are sweet. At sunset, we…

It’s like a switch goes off somewhere around gin number seven, and the seductress I get a glimpse of now and then is suddenly mine for the taking. — I awake to the front door slamming, a thump against the wall and a giggle, and know my wife is home from her night out with the girls. By the sound of her shoe removal, she’s inebriated, much to my delight. A few gins in and my most-times prudish wife…

The florist wraps them up tightly and surrounds them with a high sheen ribbon, then secures them in place with a few pearl head pins. Looking them over critically, Rose decides they look very elegant indeed. — “Move over!” Tulip chides as she’s squeezed in against Rose, whose leaves are tickling the smooth stem of Lily. “Well, if you didn’t have that preposterous get-up on, maybe you wouldn’t need so much space!” Rose replies bitterly.