Insatiable Wife

It was just one of those lazy weekend days. A nice drive in the country with the top down, a picnic in the park complete with a fine bottle of wine and then over to the mall for a little window shopping. Carla was dressed in an old pair of baggy faded sweats, sneakers and

Girlfriend’s Mother

Mrs. Riley listened to the rain as she sat in her living room reading another of the trashy romance novels she had been addicted to since she was a girl. The house was empty, unusual for a Saturday night, and she was looking forward to a night of peace and quiet. The sudden ring of