Tuesday afternoon Sherry’s phone buzzed, screen flashing and alarm chiming. She silenced the phone, marked her place in the textbook with a sticky note, stood up from her desk and stretched. Mid-term preparation was murder, but at least she could do the reading at home, in her pajamas. The opportunity to get her laundry done, free of the weekend rush on the machines, was another bonus. She slipped on some sandals and grab...

Thursday Night The headboard thudded rhythmically against the wall. The man on top of me, Steve, I think? Grunted in time with his efforts. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You like that dick in your little hole, don’t you?” With his face against my neck, sweating on my face, he couldn’t see me roll my eyes. “Yeah, baby, I like that.” I used my best porn star moan and tried to angle my hips to get better friction, penetra...