Alan was wild about her, but he knew she was right - there was something missing in their sex life and that was partly his fault. If he could only get up the courage to tell her what he really wanted… Jill's voice snapped him back to reality.

“Look.”

Jill stopped walking and stared in the shop window. A mannequin was wearing a leather strap on harness with a bright purple dildo attached.

Dear Jesus. It was like someone had reached right into his head and pulled out his fantasy. His mouth hung open. Jill, her eyes peering at his reflection, tilted her head in a gesture that he knew meant she was considering something. “That’s kind of sexy.”

Heat brushed the tips of his ears.

He knew, of course, what pegging was. He’d discovered it by accident on a site a few years before and while he’d been dating Jill since right after he had never dared utter that word aloud but since the redhead had he decided to go for it. “”What’s pegging?”

Jill gave him a sidelong look. Then she looked back at the redhead. “Yeah, what is it?”

The redhead moved. The dress shifted and clung to her pale skin. “Well basically it’s...

She was everything to him, his Goddess of the Night. She made him desire to turn away from Amun, to turn from his whole life, to turn away from all of his people, to turn away from the suns light.

A noise; he knew without turning that she had come, and he hardened at the thought of her standing behind him. A milky white hand, blue in the moonlight, slid over his chest. It was dappled in rings of silver and the blackest onyx. The hand was delicate and smooth, cool in the darkness. Lips pressed into the smooth skin between his shoulder blades; he could feel her breathing against him, her breath as cold as the darkest hours of the night.

She held him there for a moment, loosely. Had she used all of her strength, she would have crushed him.

She ran long, red-tipped nails over the tight muscles of his stomach, trailing them over the bits of hair that grew down near the top of his linen kilt. He shivered, whispering “Sekhmet.”...

When he turned to her, she kept her lips pressed against his skin, dragging them across the length of his shoulders. He wrapped his arms desperately around her body, wanting to feel her in his arms. Every cell of his being cried out to be closer; the pull of her body was an irresistible gravity.

The white of her skin glowed faintly in the moonlight; Sekhmet’s skin was so pale, she looked as though she were made of carved limestone. Her eyes turned up to him were pools of ebony, a piece of the night’s sky caught in her irises; they glittered with a promise...

Frustrated and exasperated with her doubt she took a few long breaths and walked slowly back into the living room of her small but pretty apartment. She had fallen in love with the place when she had first seen it, as a young woman, and while the paint and furnishings and even the kitchen had been changed from the way it had been in the years since she truly loved the place still.

But it had an emptiness to it now that Bill was gone. She’d finally gotten around to getting rid of all of his things the year before and that made her sad and glad at once. She was happy enough and she knew it. She didn’t need Charles to automatically fall in love with her and move into the place, she just needed some company.

And some sex. No use in denying it. The vibrator was nice and she was willing to keep using it if things with Charlie didn’t pan out but a vibrator couldn’t talk to her afterward and she missed that too, missed the intimacy and the talk and the cuddling.

Her bell rang. Lillian stiffened, took a nervous breath and cast one more glance around the apartment. Neat and tidy as always. No suspicious looking laundry baskets piled high, no forgotten candy wrappers or books lying about. She headed for the door and opened it then promptly lost her breath.

Charles wore a dark suit with a crisp white shirt below, the long striped tie contrasting perfectly. His thick brown hair was swept back from his forehead and he held a single and gorgeous white rose. He stared at her, obviously bemused, recovered, and said, “Holy…wow. I …you’re even more gorgeous than you were Sunday. I’m babbling...”

…He was breathtaking. He stood well over six feet tall, with strong, wide shoulders and narrow hips and a shock of blonde hair that fell in loose careless waves around his face. His piercing blue eyes had me mesmerized, but his hands on my body had my skin singing to his touch. I clutched at his strong shoulders, tattooed with designs that appeared to be Nordic, possibly some ancient Viking symbols that had long lost their meaning. My eyes devoured his beautiful body.

He waited, watching me as I took slow steady breaths. Something about being this close to him left me unsteady, but I wanted more. I stepped into his arms and his lips crushed mine.  I was suddenly more aroused than I could ever remember being.

We tumbled back onto the bed and I clutched him tightly. His kiss was demanding and needy and I responded in kind, nipping at his lower lip when he pulled away to trail searing hot kisses down my throat.

I felt his teeth nibble on my throat…

She wanted to say yes, but despite the excitement between them, she knew this place wasn’t for her. She steeled herself. “I don’t think so. It’s not you, I swear. It’s just... well, this isn’t me.” Her face heated up. “Actually, none of this is me. I... I didn’t even come here to have sex. I was…” She paused to take a long sip of her coffee, deciding honesty was best now. “I was supposed to write an article about the club. I thought I’d just come in, see what it was like, and sprint back out, you know? I don’t,” she paused, finding her breath, “I don’t do things like this. Ever.”

His gaze was steady, and a smile slowly appeared on his face. “That’s why you look so familiar.” He extended his hand. “I’m Doug Miller.” Oh my God! How had she not recognized him?”

Megan could hardly believe how her evening had turned out. Doug Miller ran one of the most successful blogs out there. He occasionally directed traffic to hers, which she always appreciated, and she did the same for his, though she had barely glanced at his photo on his blog. Now, as she stared at him, she wondered how she had not connected the dots before she had been intimate with him!...

Her crush on Anna had always been intense but it just kept growing instead of waning despite everything that she knew about Anna’s sex life and habits. Or maybe because of it. It was easy to want someone you could never have, after all. It made her fantasies more harmless because she knew that they’d never come true, she’d never have to worry about Anna breaking her heart. The last thing she needed was another broken heart!

Anna leaned over her and Tara found herself unable to breathe as Anna’s body brushed against hers. It was an innocent little touch, Anna’s shoulder and side barely pressed against her arm after all, but that touch was enough to make her mouth go dry as Anna opened a drawer and pulled out a menu then set it down before Tara. “There you go. Just put it all on my account, okay?”

“Anna said “Sure,” and disappeared back behind the wall but the phantom warmth of her body and her perfume stayed behind on Anna’s skin and in the air. Tara grabbed at her cell phone and stared at the menu. She was hungry, starving in fact, but she didn’t want a sandwich. She craved Anna's presence, an intense and consuming desire to be with her, to feel every moment deeply, and to be enveloped in that connection.