The Play Mate

Maggie rolled her eyes. “I know. You’ve set your sights on Smith.”

It was the twenty-first century. A woman could take what she wanted sexually without feeling cheap or abused. And I wasn’t some shy adolescent girl anymore. I was confident enough to admit what I wanted and go after it. This was going to be my gift to myself. A box to check off my bucket list before it was finally time to move on from my secret fantasies.

Smith Hamilton was my older brother’s best friend. And come tomorrow night, he wouldn’t know what hit him.

The feminist inside me beat on her chest and let out a battle cry.

I was doing this.

I would make Smith my bitch.

And zero fucks would be given.

my eyes slid shut.

He watched in rapt attention as I moved up and down, folding his hands behind his head with a smirk as he enjoyed the show. Emboldened, I slid one strap off my shoulder

I nibbled and sucked, reveling in the feel of her soft chest crushed against my hard one.

I nibbled and sucked, reveling in the feel of her soft chest crushed against my hard one.

She was seven years younger than us, but that never stopped her from wanting to be in our way, all the time. We used to call her Evie Knievel like the stunt guy, but it was done totally tongue in cheek. As kids, she’d follow us around wearing her shiny white shoes and little lace dresses, her honey-blond ringlets bouncing. The only time she ever unplugged her thumb from her mouth was to warn us that whatever it was we were about to do, we were going to get hurt doing it. Thinking on it now, I could feel a smile tugging at my lips

Come over here and see Daddy.

she crawls into bed with him.

the shirt opened to reveal what had to be the most banging body of all time. Gorgeous, full tits. Hips big enough for my hands to get a good grip on, and trim, toned legs that were killing me because I couldn’t decide whether I wanted them wrapped around my waist first or my face

My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as she unbuttoned the shirt one painstaking button at a time. Almost in slo-mo, the sides of