The summer air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and the distant sound of lawnmowers when Miss Elara Beaumont first stepped through the doors of Westfield College. The day was bright, the sun casting a warm glow over the bustle of students readying themselves for the new school year. Elara, with her chestnut hair tied back in a neat bun and her crisp white blouse tucked inside a high-waisted knee-high skirt, fe...

James Holloway sat at his best friend's bedside, the hum of the hospital machines filling the silence between them. The room smelled of antiseptic and fading life, a sterile witness to the inevitable. Richard Calloway - his closest companion for over forty years - was dying. They had met at college and their similar surnames had been the small bridge they needed to form the initial bond... a bond that had lasted longer th...

I held your name like a whispered prayer, Kept it close, though time stripped it bare. The edges of what once had burned, A fire fierce... now overturned. I traced your soft voice in midnight air, As if the wind could place you there, Yet all I grasped were empty sighs, Ghosts of that love in hollow skies. I wove your laughter into dreams, A tapestry of bright, golden seams, But even silk begins to fray, And colors slip.....

When you came into my life, I knew it was different to all else I had felt, The intensity of our chats and the passion you bought I couldn't resist. I fell for you pretty damn quick, though I had her in my life, But you gave me something I didn't have and hence, I allowed both to coexist. I had chatted many, fucked many... but no one made me feel like you did, Your initial shyness was so attractive and I made it a mission...

Your face comes up close to mine, Let me drink you with my dreamy eyes, Your quivering lips sending me a sign, It's time to let the temperature rise. Our lips meet and tongues intertwine, My bulge starts to increase in size, On your body tonight I'm gonna dine, Just the thought makes my cock throb and rise. My hands are now firmly on your ass, My squeezing releasing from you soft cries, Your figure a fucking hourglass, Oh...

We burned slowly, hearts untamed, Aching words we never named. Fingers traced on glass alone, Feelings unshaken, the flesh unknown. Desires written but never freed, Bound by longing, soul-deep need. Our minds ignited, yet restrained, Fingers so close, yet passion remained. Don't deny it, between us is a fire, Let it burn, let the temperature go higher. My body would harden, your body purred, Our deep desires shared in wri...

The first of the morning light is trying to come through the curtains, while the last of the night glow disappears. You feel my lips nibbling on your ear. “Aliyah, good morning,” I whisper. You are lying on your side, and I am lying behind you, my body right up against yours. My heat warms you and you wriggle a little but still not able to open your eyes. I kiss you on your neck and you can feel my breath on your skin as...

I stir in my sleep as the phone buzzes on the bedside cabinet. I quickly look at the digital bedside clock and moan quietly as I press one of the side buttons on the iPhone to silence the buzzing. Who the fuck would call at 2:00am? I turn around to see if my wife is still asleep. All hell would break loose if her sleep got disturbed. Thankfully, she is still snoring, probably in some dream about clothes and shoes. I am no...

I am waiting in the lobby of the hotel where I checked in earlier after flying into Cairo. I have been at the conference during the day but managed to get some sleep for an hour or so. I am feeling rested, full of energy, and hungry, and that hunger is not far from any culinary delight. You walk into the lobby wearing a light grey long jumper, a long black skirt, and a grey hijab over a black headband. I notice you straig...

I see you again, sitting in your seat on the train reading your book. We have been seeing each other on the train for the past week and we have been ‘eyeing’ each other all week, stealing a look here, grabbing a look there. Holding each other’s stare for long minutes before one of us can’t hold it anymore… most of the time, it’s me who pulls away. It is too intense and too much for me. This time, I decide to sit opposite...