Sunrise and Sunset

At sunrise, we make love. At sunset... She’s unbreakable and wild, ferocious.
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Works of fiction and fictionalised true stories about marriage, love, kink and especially sex.
At sunrise, we make love. At sunset... She’s unbreakable and wild, ferocious.
my wife is home from her night out with the girls. By the sound of...she’s inebriated... A few gins in and my most-times prudish wife becomes an insatiable minx
The sound of a chair scraping over the plaster alerts me I’m no longer alone. I turn my head, the binoculars still held to my eyes, to find a man, across the way, in an adjoining building, watching — us? — through the window.
What’s taking you to Vegas? I assume that’s the reason you’re wandering in the desert,” my driver asks. I look over to see her staring at me, one hand on the wheel, fingers tapping along to a song only she can hear.
“I’m not needed around the office anymore. The company’s in good hands. I’d like to begin using mine for something else.” A few more hard thrusts have my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Her owner’s personal favorite,” the MC’s voice changes in imitation, “Miss Ann has been trained to orgasm on demand.” A cheer rings out, and it takes everything inside me to hold back my smile.
I wrote White Sheets last year as a second round entry for the Blogable Fiction Marathon which I was a finalist in.
I’m unsure how Shannon and Frank knew, as I’ve never mentioned anything about these desires to anyone, ever. But I’m certainly glad I said yes to one date.
I’ll have never caught her name. I’ll remember her as my sweet and sour girl.
Surrender yourself to your breaths, in and out. In and out, in and out.”