The small rugged open-air jeep bounced down the dirt path, jostled back and forth by the rocks under a thick canopy of the remote Costa Rican rainforest. José was doing his best to keep up with Cliff in the jeep ahead. The moist summer air was as thick as the foliage. My skin was moist, mostly uncovered wearing only the tiny black bikini top and a short jeans skirt Cliff gave me. I did my best to hold on, grabbing the sid...

The brilliant Latin American morning sun streamed through the bedroom windows of the remote Costa Rican beach resort. The warm, bright rays illuminated my naked body, laid out in the center of the luxurious king-sized bed like a prize. The lush white comforter was piled to one side of the bed, leaving me unprotected from the brightness and warmth of the morning sun. It lit up my 5’8” fit body as if under a spotlight. I re...

“Damn, you look hot,” I complemented out loud.   “Oh stop,” she said with a playful smile and tone of false humility.   It was just the two of us sharing a small table at the popular restaurant. Her long brunette hair framed her tan face, highlighted by her sparkling brown eyes and devilish smile. She wore a casual white and grey striped cotton dress that showed off her cleavage and the perfect curves of her body.   My mo...

"What am I doing Here? I'm too prudish for Here. This is not me." But it can be. "No one Here knows the real me?" Only you know the real you. "No one sees me Here?" They will see the "You" that you want them to see Here. "Are you sure Here is a safe place?" Here is the safest place to be who you want to be. "I'm here already. I might as well get started." Go get em, Sexy One.   "Hello. Kitty Kat Here. I am a Slut and my P...

“The fucking whore wrote her phone number on the receipt!” I was slightly furious. He just looked at me and shrugged, not fathoming the meaning. “I guess she does that to provide better customer service.” He is always so oblivious. “It’s her damn cell phone number! The store number is right here on the top of the receipt!” I shoved the newly crumpled receipt into his face. In a sarcastic slut-voice I mocked her assumed be...

My hand was trembling as I reached for my phone. I could see it was a picture message from Taylah, my fiancé. It was the first time I had received one from Taylah, and I was worried about what it would be. It was her last week of freedom as a single woman; next Saturday, we would be married. My wedding gift to her was a hall pass to cut loose and go wild on her hen night out with her girls before she became my wife. Under...

“What the fuck, Kelly?” Jack jumped in his seat as Kelly’s hand slid up his inner thigh to the bulge in his jeans. “Shhh,” she told him from her big, pouty lips as she unbuttoned and then unzipped him. Jack looked around the dark cinema—no one sat behind them in the last three rows. “Lift,” she purred in his ear before moving the large popcorn they shared onto the floor. Jack planted the soles of his old once white Nike o...

Rachel smiled and watched her fiancé’s face as she presented the pre-wedding gift she’d brought him. He’d been so demanding, but she was holding firm. Maybe this would do it. She looked down at the naked girl on her knees, unbuckling his belt. “That's it, my darling. Take the needy little slut. Fuck her. Use her. She’ll love it. She wants it. She needs it. She’s yours. From now until the day we get married, her body belon...