Kim Taylor
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12 Stories by Kim Taylor
The bar was loud and crowded. Laura and I made our way through the bodies to two empty stools in the corner...
I love a good, sweaty, hot yoga session. I’d been teaching since March and there was something powerful and sexy about being...
I was wearing my come fuck me heels. Every girl owns at least one pair. Those heels that make her legs look...
We’d never invited anyone else into our bedroom, let alone two people. But my husband and I had always fantasized about experimenting...
I knew it was wrong. But that’s part of what made it so exciting. Yes, he was my son’s friend but he was also...
I couldn’t believe my husband wanted me to fuck another man. In front of him. He stood before me, his black dress pants sitting...
I knew I shouldn’t be here. But I didn’t care. After our break up, Scott didn’t ask for his key back. His apartment still...
I hated doing the laundry. Sorting the towels, folding the sheets — it all seemed so tedious. So I always left that job until the end...
I knew he was behind me. I could hear the dry fall leaves crunch beneath the weight of his combat boots. I didn’t turn...
He was breaking all the rules and he knew it. He made soft, light strokes on his sketch pad, creating full, round lines as...
