It was a Friday night, and a group of us with children in the same year group at school had agreed to meet up for a girls' night out. Everyone had made a real effort with their hair, makeup, and party dresses. After the meal, we went on as planned to a nightclub, for a cocktail. The Club was busy; at the bar, we were joined by a group of men in their late twenties. Standing slightly to one side and ordering the drinks, I...

Jenna smiled at herself in the mirror as she adjusted the straps of her new lacy red Victoria’s Secret bra. Tonight was going to be special. She didn’t know why, or how, she just knew in her heart, something special would happen tonight. She sorted through her vast collection of sexy silky things, searching for just the right outfit, finally deciding to go with her short pink plaid skirt and white silk camisole. Satin and...

Faith Boman quickly dressed after cheerleader practice at the Rolle College locker room. She knew that she needed to get home and finish her Calculus homework. As she left the locker room, she saw a group of basketball players standing around discussing the season and the upcoming game. She knew that they were discussing the suspension of Jim Thomas, the team's star player. It was the subject of most of the talk at school...

Conrad clicked the lighter shut as he took a long drag of his fifth cigarette of the day. “Are you sure you want to do this? Like really sure?” “They don’t call it a calling for nothing, North.” Conrad North and Peter Kjellsson were sitting outside this fifties-themed diner, having just finished their burgers, and Peter was slowly slurping his shake, as his best friend since fifth grade chain-smoked as he had at any avail...

I woke up Kieran early the following morning. He wanted to fool around, but as much as I would have wanted to, I still had to keep him in his place. “Get dressed,” I ordered. He pouted, but did not dare disobey me. He donned the black panties, blue denim cutoff shorts and white crop top I’d bought for him yesterday. And with that, Kieran disappeared from my mind, replaced by Priscilla. “Does my sissy want to cum?” I asked...

I hate funerals. I hate the way the dead are dressed in boring church clothes. I hate the way their grayed faces are painted in a failed attempt to resemble their living self. We should be naked! We came into the world naked, right? Why don't we leave that way too? Most of all, I hate the way funeral-goers spew lie after lie about the carcass in the box. Each reinvents his or her history with the deceased. After all, the...

Standing in the alley, her back against the wall. “Right Darlin’, use a condom and no kissing on the mouth.” She hitched her skirt up while he struggled with the condom wrapper, so she took it from him and rolled it onto his half-limp cock. Then, spreading her legs wide, she attempted to push him inside her. “What’s up, Darlin’?” “Sandi, I am sick of this roleplay crap every time we go out. Can’t we just have sex at home...

Ben was a solo traveller from New Zealand visiting Istanbul, Turkey for two weeks. He was a young and handsome man in his late twenties with dark curly hair and green eyes. One night in the busy and loud and noisy streets of Istanbul, Ben entered a crowded bar, walked over to the bar area, and ordered a beer. He sat down on the stool and thanked the barman when his pint of beer was in front of him. Ben took a swig and gla...

The nausea isn't as all-consuming as usual when I crawl in my underwear across the air-conditioned lock-up to lie gasping and perspiring at its edge. I must be acclimating to time jumps. Coherent thought's a luxury in these first few minutes so I simply wait for my breathing to steady and the shivering to kick in as the chequer plate metal floor absorbs whatever residual heat I possess. That way, at least I know I'm alive...