She had an affinity for sweatshirts, though they could never conceal her attractive figure. Her black hair was usually up in a high ponytail, and you loved the wayward curl by her ear that would always escape. Her lightly freckled skin made your mouth water.  You would exchange words when she did her laundry, cooked dinner, anything, any excuse to lean against the counter and appear aloof while basking in your fix of her....

Tommy walked to Kevin’s house. Trekked the six miles with a beanie over his messy black hair, a backpack on his shoulders. It was two hours to midnight, cold enough that his breath made a cloud on every exhale, but he didn’t care. Fuck if he was staying at his house. Not after he watched his dad ‘sneak’ a bottle into the back bedroom. Left before the bastard could come back out. After jogging up the steps of a modest home...

The vast lawn at the back of the house stretches to a forest of trees. The aroma of spicy magnolias, conversations between crickets, and the crescent moon pouring into the open door. Isabella sits, curled on a chair beside the door, the midnight air sticky sweet. She loves it. Being home. But this heaven has a price, and she wonders if all heavens do. The cost for this place is time. Making money for a house she’s rarely...

Black wheels spin on the wet blacktop, kicking up water as she drives through darkness, Still Corners’ ‘Sad Movies’ playing on fuzzy speakers via her favorite station. It's a night when not even the moon threatens to shine behind the clouds, not a flash of lightning to illuminate even the briefest moment. The clouds are so thick they're uniform, rain dripping slow and heavy. Alexandra is cozy in the flannel-bound seat, fa...

Her eyes are a field, soft and warm and green, and I imagine a sea of wildflowers growing within her corneas. Wild as the need in her gaze, a desire so far from banal only a truly demoralized slut can feed her hunger, and even then, only finitely. That’s me. The demoralized slut. I tongue my ballgag and it pacifies me. The ropes around my conjoined wrists keep me on my toes, stretched toward the ceiling. He is behind me....

“Don’t you fucking dare.” His vulgarity travels from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet. “Someone might see us.” He inhales her quiet protest. “Then hurry and come.” Emmett’s suggestion, laced with ascension, arouses Mila to the point of concern. Hand down the front of her snow-proof pants, she rises to orgasm as they stand in the snow, shrouded by a collection of green-needled trees. Her face in his coat. Emm...

The street reeks of routine, the rhythm as people avoid one another as ingrained as the ballet of pedestrians and stop lights, predictable, constant. Today, the low sun peeks through the rolling clouds onto the sharp-edged architecture, blacktop damp from recent rain, humidity steaming, illuminating the constant abrasion of endless car exhausts. The noise of so many breaths taken by so many people makes the atmosphere its...

I take the deepest breath I’ve ever asked of my lungs, listening to the rushing water below. One hundred and thirty feet below. My legs dangle in midair as I sit on the ledge, the enormous park behind me oblivious to my presence. A warm breeze ripples through my long brown hair. Holding that breath, I look down. I stare at the distant, fast-paced river below without really seeing it, aware of the sun on my skin and the bi...

She made the world for him.Took the dust and prim, And molded it to shapeWhat she could never say. Rock and earth beneath her skin,Him beneath her hands.  And when the last dot Of the last star Was placed in the lasting sky, He fell in love.  Gardens and mountainsWitnessed their bond, Air and fire fondOf the way they belongedTo one another.  And when she couldn't create anymore, Her heart fatigued and wrung, He left her t...

Mia’s round, overly inviting ass strains the crescent moon shaped edges of her thin white panties, so tight and plump it makes him irrationally, irritatingly horny. Tyson yanks them down her cinnamon brown hips for all the good they're doing. Seeing the slightest jiggle, the subtle bounce of her firm curves erases the memory of all before her. He growls and captures her split peach with his mouth, her nectar superior and...

Her head hangs off the bed, nose in my balls as my cock makes itself at home in her throat. I watch her hands fist the sheet as she writhes, flat stomach tight with exertion. Her concentration on my rod is admirable. I relish the pain her scalp is surely enduring as I fist her hair, serving to cradle her face against my crotch. My other hand is around her neck, feeling the tip of my shaft every time I thrust in. I love th...

The air was pristine. It had a certain fragrance I can only describe as clean as I tasted it through a smile. The acoustic room was cool, though just warm enough to keep the women in formalwear comfortable. I was in the nicest dress I’d ever worn, a black number that hugged my ribs then flared out beautifully, the full skirt ending just above my knees, my hair in perfect dark waves. You were my equal in a sharp tux, your...

Every wave that smacks into the side of the boat reminds me how grateful I am to be here. I breathe in the salt-infused air, relish the soothing sound of restless water, the way the breeze stings after making contact with the seaspray. I love it all. My eyes squint as they scan the thin line that separates the ocean from the sky; two shades of blue existing side-by-side. I would wear sunglasses against the glaring water,...

Emilia walks through the front door as if she lives here, a smile on her face, a ceaseless bounce in her step. She’s more bubbly than usual, trotting over to my dad and offering one of her natural embraces. “Hey Emily,” he greets her. “Mr. H,” she chirps, trotting over to me. “Steven, you ready yet?” “Nearly. I’m guessing you are,” I say as I hug her one-armed. “I could hardly sleep! I had plenty of time to pack.” Her arm...

I stand at the vanity, hands on each side of the sink, willing my jellied nerves to turn to steel. I shouldn’t be this nervous. I know the person on the other side of this door. My mind glosses over the first time I saw Isaac, tall and handsome and so clearly out of my league. One year later and I’m still unconvinced why he chose me. He’s everything I’m not; fearless, gorgeous, unyieldingly talented. Every time he looks a...