On the day Darren was to arrive home, he let me know he'd made dinner reservations for three at his favorite restaurant. It was a fancy place, one I couldn't afford to frequent even when I had a job. No longer feeling the need to be modest, I chose a black dress with a plunging neckline. To say my cleavage was ample would have been a huge understatement. Once I'd gotten ready, I waited until I heard Darren's car out front...

Holding my blouse together, I moved to sit on Darren's couch. Carter, meanwhile, remained standing, as if waiting for permission to join me. With a shy smile, I granted it. "Darren likes to rest his head on my lap while we do this, but if you'd prefer another way..." "No, that's perfect," Carter quickly assured me, "as long as you're comfortable." Moments later, he laid his head down on the pillow I'd placed in my lap. I...

Without thinking, I took my hand from Darren's. That subtle gesture made him appear stricken, and he rushed to say, "It's only a suggestion, Gale. I absolutely understand if you're not interested in doing that." I didn't tell him no outright. Instead, I racked my brain for another way. "Wouldn't it be easier if I went with you? I could stay at the hotel while you're working." Darren set his mouth in a grim line. "I wish I...

Upon hearing the news, Darren told me he was leaving work and would be at my apartment as soon as he could. While impatiently waiting, I was overcome by the irrational fear that my milk would dry up before he arrived. I busied myself with stripping out of my clothes and putting on the robe Darren loved. A short time later, he knocked on my door, then immediately opened it to let himself in. We stood in my living room, our...

Though I was still plenty aroused when Darren left, I was also exhausted. I decided to go to bed early, and almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, sleep drew me into its welcome oblivion. Because of Darren, I wouldn't lie awake all night worrying about my future. I slept so soundly that I didn't hear him enter my apartment the next morning. Only when he sat down on the edge of my bed did my eyes open. It was still dark...

From his apartment directly below mine, Darren must have heard me crying. Clueless as to how loud my sobbing was, I was surprised when he knocked on my door at a little after seven that evening. Though we'd been neighbors for more than a year, he and I remained mere acquaintances. Answering his gentle knock, I peered out at him through swollen eyes. The acute distress overwhelming me at that moment made it impossible to f...

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...

Scrolling for spirals to make herself feel better, Madam reached for her tumbler of scotch and tipped back another swig. Nothing was really satisfying, and she felt more depressed and empty than was healthy to feel. She didn’t want to go through the whole bottle, and she hated having flashbacks this bad, it happened every year during this month - her month. Memories of when it was good with someone who wasn’t around anymo...

Connor had been an Uber driver for several years. It was a great way of making ends meet whenever the day job slowed down or if he needed some extra cash, and occasionally made for some interesting stories too. Ever since Connor had given up drugs and alcohol, his life had become rather mundane. Which was admittedly what he had hoped for when he decided to start living a healthy lifestyle. Alcohol and drugs had only ever...

Aimee always wished for fuller breasts. At 23, she lost all hope of her small breasts ever growing larger. The cost of breast enhancement surgery was far beyond her reach, considering her modest receptionist salary. Every day, she found herself daydreaming about having the confidence that a fuller bust might bring. Then one fateful day, as she sat at her computer an email notification popped up on her screen with the subj...

Casey really knows how to make herself at home. The Imp seems to leave a trail of destruction in her wake wherever she goes, and it often falls to either you or one of the other lodgers to clean up after her. She drinks straight from the cartons in the fridge, leaves cupboards open whenever she's raiding the kitchen, and seems to almost take a sick kind of pleasure in snooping through other people's things. Already you've...

I was doing some charity work in Haiti after one of their endless disasters, setting concrete blocks for a community center. When the rest of the human-savior work crew went back to the states, I stuck around for a while, wanting to get a feel of the local culture and people. One of the native guys I met on the job, the cement guy, invited me for a beer the first evening, and I gladly came along. We had a few drinks and I...

Francisca, also known as Kika, woke up in her partner Misha's bed in rural Vermont. The wind outside was not howling. But, every so often, it would hiss against the window panes to remind her she was better off in bed. Next to her, Mikhail, who everyone called Misha, was still asleep. He was wrapped in the dark flannel sheets and quilt, turned away from her body. The sun shone blankly on the snow outside, providing light...

A twilight room, happiness blooms, clock hands strike a pose,Golden divan, I recline on command, Earl Grey assails my nose.An opened blouse, a loving spouse, me in nude repose,Full-nipple tit within my lip, I suckle ‘n’ listen to her lows. Marital rite, performed tonight, love lies within her breast,Fresh water, whistling hotter; ‘tis my brow, her hands caress.‘Tis her desire, sets her afire, a nippleberry attests,And as...