Emily was fifty when the divorce finally went through. Eighteen months later, she still caught herself wondering, “What the hell do I even have left?” Her ex kept the house in West Lake Hills, the Labrador named Ozzy, and—naturally—the twenty-nine-year-old Pilates instructor who loved showing off her brand-new tits on Instagram. Plenty of people told her she had nothing to complain about; after all, she’d walked away with...

One evening, after a grueling practice session, the scent of freshly cut grass and sweat still clinging to him, Reilly Myles saunters into O'Malley's, a local pub that has become his second home. He's not much for fancy cocktails or crowded dance floors, preferring the comfort of a good pint and a quiet conversation. The bar's wooden interior, with its worn-in charm and memorabilia from past soccer matches, whispers of hi...

Part 3The silence after Evelyn’s question hung thick and heavy, broken only by the low hum of the studio equipment and Sarah’s ragged breathing against George’s chest. Daniel stared at the dark monitor screen, his reflection a pale smudge against the void. His jaw clenched, muscles working beneath the skin. He didn’t look at Sarah, limp and glistening with George’s release. He didn’t look at George, whose arm still posses...

Shadyside, November 28, 2025 8:02 p.m. The porch light glowed soft amber against the cold. Inside, every lamp in the living room was on, as if extra light could make this feel less like jumping off a cliff. Lynda wore a simple black silk slip that ended mid-thigh, no bra, no panties, bare feet on the hardwood. Her blonde hair was loose, straight down her back the way DeShawn had said he liked it in their texts. She kept s...

The wind howled off Lake Michigan that late November night in 1999, whipping snow against the plate-glass windows of the corner convenience store on the edge of the Gold Coast. Inside, the fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, casting a cold glow over half-empty shelves and the faint scent of stale coffee. The holiday rush had died down days ago, leaving only the occasional late-night wanderer. Michael Duncan stepped through...

Chapter 1 Julie woke up at 6:47 a.m. with the same thought she’d had every morning for the last three years: I’m already behind. Her phone was face-down on the nightstand, buzzing like a trapped insect. She didn’t need to look. She knew the notifications by heart: Venmo requests from her mom (“just $50 until payday”), three unread texts from Sarah asking if she was “still alive,” and at least two Instagram stories from gi...

1 Laura looked at herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time. She suspected she might already be late, but she allowed herself a few more minutes. To try to admire her own image. To gather her courage. To try to convince herself that she wasn't behaving like a fool. To convince herself that she needed this. She needed tonight. She needed everything to go well. She checked her makeup one more time. Simple. Just a little...

Every summer I would go camping with my best friend and his dad. No luxury, really roughing it. The year I turned 18, we were planning on going when my best friend Nate got a horrible stomach bug. The next week, we were off to college, so Nate’s dad and I decided to go camping just the two of us. It wasn’t weird. We’d been hanging out since we were in diapers. They were like my second parents and super cool when I came ou...

We last left off with my lovers, Enzo and Katerina, a homestead-living married couple, who brought me in as their polyamorous third to bear their child. My name is Jamie, and this is my story as a former lesbian. I now identify as bisexual. Since things progressed in the hot tub, I learned a few things. 1) Apparently, avocado oil is a breeding ground for yeast infections, so I had to switch to coconut oil and an actual lu...

When I was a senior in high school, I used to babysit a little girl every Friday, so her parents could have a date night. The couple was in their 40s, and both were quite attractive. The wife was always nice and polite, but I felt like the husband, Steve, was always kind of flirting with me. I was young (barely 17) and shy, and always got a bit flustered at his attention. I remember one time he said, “I bet you’re a real...

Emily was fifty when the divorce finally went through. Eighteen months later, she still caught herself wondering, “What the hell do I even have left?” Her ex kept the house in West Lake Hills, the Labrador named Ozzy, and—naturally—the twenty-nine-year-old Pilates instructor who loved showing off her brand-new tits on Instagram. Plenty of people told her she had nothing to complain about; after all, she’d walked away with...

One evening, after a grueling practice session, the scent of freshly cut grass and sweat still clinging to him, Reilly Myles saunters into O'Malley's, a local pub that has become his second home. He's not much for fancy cocktails or crowded dance floors, preferring the comfort of a good pint and a quiet conversation. The bar's wooden interior, with its worn-in charm and memorabilia from past soccer matches, whispers of hi...