In the darkness, I’m afraid. The unknown, the storm that might linger,  the clouds blocking the light. This darkness haunts me. It clouds my senses, makes me pale and faint. Turn the light on. I can’t breathe in the dark. .In the darkness, when everything feels so new, the taste of unfamiliarity fills me.  It fills my soul. My heart races.  I can’t contain your palate, trying to break free. I run my tongue along your dept...

It wasn't that long ago that he forewarned me. Chatting casually about all the nasty things we wanted to do to each other online, his statement flashed in my mind word for word … “I’m going to find you and fuck you, when you least expect it … whether you want me to or not.” Now pinned face down on the hood of my car, with my legs spread apart and a hard cock pounding my pussy from behind, I knew he was making good on his...

Homework assignment #1: Well, I did it. I did what he told me to. Admittedly, I didn't want to do it at first. After all, I hardly know this man. Aside from a few friendly emails, some intimate photos exchanged and a couple hot chats, I can’t really say that I know this guy from jack. And along with not knowing my instructor, I don’t know how I feel about being told what to do. I’m new to sexual exploration, new to being...

I’m broken-hearted. I think about the last week, the last month, the last year … and my heart breaks. Talks overflowing with hurtful words, tears, and confusion swim around in my mind. Fingers pointed. Questions left unanswered. And after everything that’s been said and done, I still don’t know what to do with my broken heart. . I want to know, NEED to know … where the fuck have you been? Don’t you know I still need you?...

He was shocked. As much as he confessed not to be, I could tell what I had said had taken him aback. “You’re repulsed.” “No, no …” he stammered. I turned away from him. I just told him my deepest darkest secret and even though he attested to having “heard it all”, I knew my confession had him mentally spinning. And Nolan doesn’t suspect …” “No. He suspects nothing.” I sat up and grabbed the pillow next to me, clenching it...

Fresh off a plane from DC, Ember Burton was tired. The dark, narrow country roads would’ve felt like they were winding on forever to someone that wasn’t familiar with the area. But to her, she had driven the route a thousand times. The return home was a stark transition in scenery for Ember from that which she had been living. A twelve-week internship in DC had provided her with an environmental stimulus like nothing she...

It’s hard to be your dirty little secret, a skeleton in your closet that you hope to never be found. It’s hard to think that she gets to sleep with you, to roll over and touch you, hear you, kiss you, and make love with you, whenever she desires. . To hear you talk about her, about what’s lacking in your life, in your bedroom, what you want, and what you’ve turned to me to get … and then to see you choose her above me? Th...

I hate that man. I hate him, I mumbled to myself. There I sat--a childhood icon, a teen sex symbol, a genuine movie star--and he had just asked me to get him a beer. The audacity. “Get your own beer, Bob,” I playfully snapped. I turned away from him. Slowly, seductively, I lifted a glass of sparkling champagne to my lips, pulling just a trace of the thick, sweet liquid into my mouth and swallowing it. “Please Natty … the...