I spent the next few weeks thinking about her. The stranger. Her silky voice tugged at the edges of my thoughts. Her gentle caresses followed me into my dreams. I was in lust with her. She planted some kind of seed inside me. One whose plant wove around every thought I had. It was like I had tried meth for the first time: she consumed me. I thought about her all the time. I daydreamed about our encounter and I brought her...

Rose Button finished her encore performance with a flourish. She left the stage while the crowd surged, cheering for her. Today’s performance had been so intense, more so than usual. She rolled her shoulders, feeling the knots in her back strain. Her tendons pulled taut. She needed to vent. She needed to do something to relieve this tension and stress. Rose had been feeling this way for some time--this desire to have her...

My breath caught in my throat, hearing the moans. I had been walking through the forest to clear my thoughts--I had been so horney all week!--yet it seemed I had just passed from horney to delirium. My shaft strained against my jeans. I was so sex-starved that I was hearing the soft whimpers of a woman making love, out here in the middle of a forest. By myself. My extended family came to visit and were staying in my house...