I Logan was streaming “Girls Riot 4” on his 85-inch screen. As the movie started, a naked girl glided up to the camera, stuck her hand through the screen, smiled, looked straight at Logan, motioned with her finger, and said, “C’mon in, lonesome stranger.” She did not have to say it twice. Logan climbed through the screen. He emerged on the front lawn of a large house, surrounded by a brick and mortar wall. In the doorway...

Renée lay on the plush, king-sized bed, her body still tingling from the intense double penetration that had left her breathless. Carlos and Malik were still close by, their muscular frames casting shadows over her as they moved with a predatory grace. The smell of their cologne mingled with the faint scent of sweat and sex, creating an intoxicating aroma that filled the room. "Are you ready for more?" Malik's voice was l...

As a recap, I was in Seattle for an interview with a major software company. I had visited a men’s clothing store in town to buy a pair of casual pants for a meeting with my agent. The store owner was a man named Jeffrey, a middle-aged, attractive gay man. At the time, I was one hundred percent heterosexual, but his actions made me wonder about my sexuality. I bought the pants and shirt and wandered back to my hotel, some...

Chapter One I sat up and heard my stiff joints snap, crackle, and pop into place. If my injuries hurt yesterday, they were screaming this morning. Every bruise seemed to have bore deeper inside me while my injured ankle felt locked in place. I couldn’t think about any of this, of course. It was hard to focus on the pains of yesterday when your kidnapper was knelt beside your bed, tying a gag around your mouth. “Mmmmph!” I...

"What the hell is going on?" James muttered to himself, staring in bewilderment at the book in his hands. It was a peculiar tome, one that had been gathering dust on his shelf for ages, until tonight's insomnia had led him to it. The pages fluttered open of their own accord, revealing images that were definitely not part of the library's usual collection. He blinked, rubbing his eyes, sure he was hallucinating. He receive...

It was a glorious midsummer’s night. While the band in the gazebo happily played “Alexander’s Ragtime Band,” Bob and Raylene spread their blanket on the lawn. From the picnic basket, Bob took their bottle of red wine and two plastic wine glasses. He poured. “A toast to love,” he said. “To love,” she said. They drank. The band began playing Scott Joplin’s “The Entertainer.“ Bob laid back on the blanket and Raylene sat up c...

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the small nursing room. Sarah Hill, a radiant thirty-seven-year-old woman with strawberry blonde hair and dark blue eyes, sat comfortably in a rocking chair, cradling her newborn son, Daniel, in her arms. Her full, milk-swollen breasts were exposed, offering their nourishment to her child. Ethan Clarke, her fiancé, stood silently by, his pale blu...

As she stood in the pouring rain, getting increasingly drenched, Celeste thought wryly back to the afternoon three years ago when she had first applied to volunteer at the Paris Olympics. On applying, she had pictured herself handing out medals. She’d imagined that maybe she’d be in charge of sharpening fencing swords or helping the equestrian horses or some other cool role like that. But no. Here she was, holding the umb...

I began receiving messages from a man named Logan. I had no idea who he was. The messages became more sexual as time went on, even though I had never replied to any of his. I wondered how he knew me and why he continued to message me. I checked his profile and discovered he was a black man from Virginia. He had several photos of himself, but one in particular caught my attention. I had never seen a cock so large. It was n...

The late afternoon sun beat down on the bustling city street as Emma approached Lacy's Boutique. Sweat beaded on her forehead, but the moisture on her palms had nothing to do with the heat. Anticipation coursed through her veins, setting her nerves alight with each step closer to her destination. At 28, Emma had meticulously crafted an image of professional success. Her tailored blazer and sleek ponytail screamed corner o...