Her whispered words hung in the air like a subtle perfume.

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Red bra on crumpled sheets… The meeting lasted the entire afternoon and left her tired and despondent, seriously doubting whether the deal would finally come through. Vera had worked on this for months and after numerous meetings, the CEO of a multinational still had questions and demands. Each time he had sent her back to the drawing board. And now… again. She was close to the point of calling off everything. Sometimes she thought nothing would give her more satisfaction than to say ‘no deal’, stand up and walk from a meeting, but she couldn’t. This will be the deal…

Drawing of a man with a cowboy hat on a horse, the full sun in the background.

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Buck realized that something was wrong. The mirage wasn’t a mirage at all and neither was it water. It was something he had never seen before.

“Dammit, it’s hot,” Buck said and pulled his red handkerchief from his pants pocket. Only Chicca, his beautiful brown mare, heard him. As if in answer, she snorted and shrugged her head. Buck took off his hat and wiped his forehead with the handkerchief, but to no avail. Pearls of sweat instantly formed again. He wiped once more, gave it up, put his hat back on and pushed his spurs against Chicca’s flanks to get her moving again.

Buck noticed the mirage in the distance. It looked like water, but he knew better. He would never get to the mirage…


The traffic cop looked at her, starting at her feet and following the line of her legs up to the hem of her skirt, which was halfway between her knees and her crotch.

Early evening. Dusk had just set in. Damn! She’d been putting in overtime on this late summer’s day and she thought it would be a smooth drive home. Probably the hold up was because of an accident up ahead. Or roadworks. Damn! she thought again, I’m tired and want to get home.

Moving forward inch by inch and bored with the situation, she thought about her best friend. Clara grabbed her cell phone and sent her friend a text. She almost immediately got a reply: I’ve just read your blog and I have to say, I love today’s post… Mmmmm.

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Doors to the sex rooms stood wide open and scantily clad ladies of the night stood in the glorious sunshine

The moment Elize slammed the back door behind her, she knew: she was dressed too warmly. Why could the weather in this country never be normal? If you don’t experience four seasons in one day, then you go from freezing cold weather one day to a hot summer’s day the next and then back again. The weathermen had once again been wrong in their forecast. She had no time to go back and change. In half an hour she had to give a presentation, and she still had a twenty-minute drive. …


Her eyes followed the lines of his broad shoulders, his firm abdomen, his narrow hips, his long, athletic legs. Moments longer than necessary, her eyes rested on his pants…

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Something outside caught her attention while she folded the laundry. She glanced out of the window, but it took her a second or two before she noticed the neighbor in the hammock in his garden. Cora’s eyes scanned the rest of the garden, but his wife was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes returned to the man, and she ran them over his lithe body — a body that needed to age at least twenty-five more years to get where she was.

Something stirred inside. This young couple reminded her of her younger years, when love was uncomplicated, and her…


His words hung between them while his eyes moved down her body, stopping at the imprints of her hard nipples and then moving down to her crotch and her feet.

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The instant Hailey shut the door and saw the cab driver, he reminded her of her need to get home. Her nipples pressed hard against the smooth creme-colored fabric of her Marilyn Monroe dress. Piercing blue eyes looked deep into her soul.
“Where to, Miss?”

His words were more than just a question. It was a caress. As he spoke, his eyes touched her body from top to toe. Why it made her feel safe instead of irritated, Hailey didn’t know and didn’t care to explain to herself. She gave him her address.

He turned his head and looked out…


Relief flooded through him when he retrieved a lacy piece of pink material from one of the dark corners in his underwear drawer. For a moment there he had thought Julia knew.

“What do you think of these panties?”

Marshall looked up and froze. Across from him, on the other side of their bed, stood his wife Julia, holding up a piece of pink lace. He instantly recognized it. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t open his mouth to answer her.

“Now come on, do you like them or not?”

Marshall grabbed a shirt from the laundry basket and started folding it.

“It’s nice,” he mumbled.

“Marshall, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “I… I…” his eyes darted to the piece of fabric that was still in…

Marie A. Rebelle

Lifestyle blogger, submissive by nature, sharing erotic images, and writing about all things in life. Find more on

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