It was about 8:30 Friday night, my birthday—I was home alone. My husband, George, was out of town on business. He’d called earlier to see if I’d received the flowers he’d sent and once again apologized for missing my birthday. I thanked him, we exchanged loving thoughts and I told him I'd see him tomorrow. I went back to watching Naked and Afraid, thinking how stupid it was on one hand, and on the other, how much I’d like...

The bright blue flash turned out to be an angel, who had climaxed while she was masturbating. Aaron, an Emergency Medical Technician, had heard moans under the boardwalk, and walked behind the pylons to see if anything was wrong. It was then that he saw the flash. When the blue cleared, there she was. She was wearing no clothes, sitting on a beach blanket, leaning back against a pylon, with her legs propped up in front of...

It’s okay to want your dick sucked It's okay to want your dick It's okay to need your dick sucked It's okay to need your dick. Can you see your dick in your mind How it feels to hold it, and say that’s mine? Yes, go ahead stare at it, touch it, stroke it. Do you feel that? Yes, that’s called euphoria. It's okay to cry Please cry for me, you big brave boy Please cry for me, you smol strong soul. Everything you are, let it...

When Nathan flung open the door to his girlfriend’s bedroom and confidently paced toward her bed, his senses were too numbed by his unshakable Friday routine to notice anything. To him, things were plain as day and laid out pretty clearly: In the late afternoon, he would down the last remains of his morning coffee that already came out of the cheap machine stale and watery like what’s dubbed Americano in proper Italian sh...

Taylor nudged her shoulder to turn her around, now facing him. He paused, yet again, and looked her up and down. To her credit, she was perfectly positioned and showed no signs of her indiscretion. He furrowed his brow and looked expectantly at his kitten. She’s just rusty and if she’s anywhere as needy as me, well, it’s understandable. I’ll just give her a bit of a nudge, he reasoned. He glanced behind her into the hotel...

Despite this cold December evening, I nudge the window open. A breath of wind flutters the silk curtains but does nothing to soothe my burning loins. I won’t reach to relieve myself. Just one stroke is all it would require, but no, I don’t deserve such pleasure—not after tonight. In a futile attempt to distract myself from my misery, I settle on the cushioned chair, reaching for the book on the side table. If I can’t refo...

His hands slowly made their way around and under the fabric of her dress, cupping her breasts. They ached for his attention. Her body always ached for his attention. Her body responded without a thought and she arched her back, grinding her ass into his crotch. She could feel his need through the fabric, which sent a thrill throughout her body and a soft mewl escaped her lips. His rough hands scooped her needy tits until...

An aged, stout wooden door stood before me, guarding the already imposing building. It was more than just a mere entrance. It was a symbol of endurance, a witness to the past, and a gateway to the unknown. A silent observer of history; it had withstood years of use and still stands tall, a testament to its quality craftsmanship. Its once smooth surface was now weathered and worn, the grain of the wood clearly visible, bea...

09:42 AM (in bed) Morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the bedroom. Adam lay awake, his gaze drifting to his wife, Olivia, who slumbered beside him. She looked serene, her chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep. But instead of warmth, Adam felt a chill settle in his bones. "Olivia..." he whispered. Olivia stirred, her eyes fluttering open slowly. "Hmm?" she murmured. Adam hes...

The moment I step from the cab, it isn’t just my attire that attracts attention. I ooze sexual energy in the Wiccan-style huntress dress, with Grandmother's sixteen-carat garnet pinned close to my heart. As I strut to the curb and along the sidewalk, wives glare, sensing their mate’s lust for me. I’m the bitch; they’re the unneutered dogs, outlines of their erections visible in some of the pants I pass. But I’m no longer...

I can’t tell for how long my vision has been veiled or yet where I am nor which orientation my body has in space. Restraining my every movement, the ropes dull my proprioception. As the blindfold comes off, I am thankful for the dim light in the room; and for the first image hitting my retina being you. Naked. Almost. Your leather boots and gloves contrast with your body you flaunt so sensually when your pricked lips conn...