Lucy stared at the hotel room ceiling, her body a map of pleasant ruin. The memory of the previous night played on a relentless loop behind her eyes. The feeling of being utterly filled, the violent pleasure that had torn through her, the shocking intimacy of Ms. Quinn grinding against her, their shared wetness mingling. It was, without question, the most profound sexual experience of her life. She’d been remade. Lucy’s j...

It was the summer of 1980, and Rose was on a road trip before heading to college. She was an attractive eighteen-year-old with red hair, green eyes, and light freckles dusting much of her body. She had planned to go with her boyfriend, but they had already broken up. He ended things with her a week ago, and his words still hurt. He told her she was no fun and too immature for a man like him, a child who still plays with h...

Whenever Rob’s away on business, I found it difficult to sleep. I had forgotten what it was like to sleep alone; thirty years of being in a relationship had done that to me. But on this occasion, there was another, more pressing reason. The second Thursday in July was finally here! Lucy and I were having our spa break. We had been discussing it for weeks, getting each other hot and bothered about what we were going to get...

Lauren looked up at the clock. She was even home for a full day and was already getting lost in it all over again. ”An hour. A whole stupid hour.” She shook her head. The obsessive longing always took up so much time and energy in her life. ”Mark.” Lauren exhaled from the mental battle she’d been fighting. There was some work to do to put herself back together before he came home. ”He can’t see me like this.” Lauren reluc...

Saturday Morning The chirping of birds woke us to a beautiful sunrise. The light increased slowly and easily at first, then with crashing suddenness. The bright light burst in upon our tangled bodies in a frenzy of delight, then diminished into the steadily increasing glow of morning. Gods, Diana was so soft, but with the good bits firm and rounded in her fleshy curves and hollows. Her mouth was a hot, wet thing that igni...

We were halfway through a bottle of wine and an episode of Gilmore Girls when Misha pulled out a battered Ouija board. Lola protested immediately, scooting away as if the thing might bite, but I was already leaning closer. My fingertips traced the cracked letters on the worn leather, grazing the faded ink of its intricate symbols. Lola noticed my intrigue and shook her head. "Piper, you seriously can not be considering me...

Anya was a beautiful young girl, full of dreams of becoming a famous actress, and she chose Hollywood over college. She naively believed it would be easy for someone like her. Everything she did in her small town seemed to go her way, so she assumed it would be the same in Hollywood. She landed the lead in every school play, was the homecoming queen, and even appeared in a commercial dressed in her native attire for the l...

I live with Darlene, a sixty-six-year-old woman who has taken me under her wing. She is remarkable—kind, generous, and vibrant in a way that defies both age and expectation. In just seven months, her guidance has taught me more about life than the first twenty years ever did. Through her, I’ve learned freedom, curiosity, and the complexities of desire—with both men and women. She has shared not only her home but also her...