A quiet night at home turns into an explosively erotic encounter for a pair of kinky lovers.

I was sprawled out on our big sofa, half across Jay’s lap and the rest of me across the cream-colored cushions. The book in front of me was a page-turner, and I was deeply engrossed in the intricate plot. While I read, Jay was rubbing my ass through my stretchy black yoga pants. I didn’t say a word. Sometimes he likes to touch me like that. My ass is one of his favorite things in the world.

Fat orange and purple flames flickered in our fireplace, and low jazz music played on the stereo. The air in the room was warm and tinged with the scent of the flower blossoms in the vase on the table. Outside, the skyline glittered and twinkled. The scene couldn’t have been more idyllic. I’d been lulled into... Read More