He walked into the cafe wearing green and I could see his butt from the tightness of his jeans. I rolled my eyes and picked up my latte. Moving to the back of the busy cafe, I plopped down between two groups of people and hoped to God he wouldn’t see me.  From his messages, he didn’t seem like a hipster. You know, those guys from the city that made you wish you hadn’t seen them. With their frilly fake coffee drinks in one...

Renata texted Shaye first. Just a hello since he had given her his number.  But he asked her for platonic details of her sexual preferences. And then, if she would be open to a romp here and there.  “How old are you?” she managed to ask when she saw him again, noticing his pretty-boy looks attracting the attention of other ladies.  Shaye leaned closer and replied, his glowing eyes accompanied by a lazy smile, “Two dozens....

The summer leading into my first year of college was when my innocent horniness ended. For weeks, I'd wondered how I ought to pop my cherry before meeting college boys and needing experience to do them the way they wanted to be done. I'd been to college parties, and whenever sex broke out, my friends and I would watch with cups of un-drunk beers in our hands, as a drunk girl rode and sucked a man with a nice erection. Aft...