“This girl must be lost,” Kurt said, having picked out the lone figure coming towards them with his binoculars. Spence grunted and turned his attention towards the tall scrub on the eastern edge of the grassy hill they were camped out on. From where they were crouching, they had a commanding view of the entire escarpment that stretched out for miles all around them. He squinted for a moment trying to focus, before blurtin...

Like Dorothy and her friends, they had strayed from the path onto a bed of the brightly coloured flowers. But it was no mistake. Though gripped by a strange urge to lie down, it wasn't sleep that called them. Instead, they shed their clothes and drank of the heady perfume of desire. The heat between them had beckoned for days. Beads of sweat bedewed their bodies and mingled as they writhed together. Their breathing came i...

“Spit or swallow?” Tiffany asked. She and her friend Vickie were doing homework together. As usual, their banter in between solving algebra problems turned to talk of boys and sex. “Neither,” Vickie replied. “Facial. It’s good for the skin.” “Yeah, that’s what boys want you to believe. Seriously? Too gross!” “So, you’re a spitter?” Without hesitating Tiffany answered, “I’ll let a guy do it on my boobs. Not the face. And f...

The whispers precede her down the hall. As Billie approaches, many turn their backs. Like that even matters. Why do small-minded people think their disapproval is such a potent weapon? Slut. Skank. Whore. Bitch! Did they think she hadn’t been called those things before? Behind her, there was laughter. She didn’t have to hear the comments to know they weren’t funny. It wasn’t that kind of laughing. But that was okay. She k...

eyes that drink me inan inviting smilehands that fumble excitedly to remove clothinga searching touchfingers that clutch and graba curious, exploring mouthlickingsuckinglips parted to let barely audible moans escapeeyes that squeeze tightly shuttrembling lips against tingling flesha heady scent that makes me lose myselftracing an outline with my tonguebreathless sighstangled sheetslegs that wrap themselves around mesweati...

Cassie Tremblay steered her aging red Toyota into a parking spot as near to the front entrance to MacDonald Secondary School as she could find. It was a spot in the teacher’s parking area, but that shouldn’t matter. Not after hours. They wouldn’t tow her at this time of day, would they? She glanced again at the digital clock on her dashboard. Late, as usual. She’d have to risk leaving her car where it was and hope for the...

“This crazy heat has got me acting so damn horny,” Karen muttered under her breath. Even as she said it, she knew deep down that was only partly true. Her hunger for some hot, dirty sex had been going unfulfilled for weeks and weeks, long before the summer heat wave had descended over the city. “What did you say?” Trish asked. She wiped away a heavy dew of condensation from the disposable cup she held before pressing her...