With Thanksgiving break looming, Nick was headed home. His roommate, Scott, was tagging along. Their other roommate, Nick’s girlfriend Katie, was across the country visiting her workaholic sister, who scheduled her bachelorette party to coincide with the holiday weekend. Scott missed his family, who lived on the other side of the country. His parents were saving for a trip to see him at the end of the semester, to help hi...

The next day of classes took forever. Made even worse by not having to go to work afterwards. Which meant no Khole, and no closure. Ben thought about texting her, but didn’t want to seem clingy. After all, Khole did just break up with her boyfriend. At least it was a busy evening. Both Jill and Ben had soccer practice. Unfortunately, Jill was in his last class, making it a little more awkward. Especially when she plopped...

When Ben finally returned to work the following weekend. He took his usual spot back in the storage room, shoulder deep in stacks of boxes. Apparently, the store had gotten way behind with inventory over the past week, and Ben was pretty swamped just playing catch-up. He never made it to the sales floor to see if Khole was even working. But she didn’t come back to see him either. Maybe she wasn’t at work after all. Ben’s...

I stepped onto the campus of Westford University, my heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nerves. It was my first day as a freshman, and I had just enrolled in a unique scholarship program that would change my life forever. The Freeuse Scholarship, as it was called, was an exclusive opportunity for girls like me—petite, young, and eager—to receive a full ride to college in exchange for a very particular set of re...

Ben’s life just seemed to get more and more complicated. As if juggling soccer, college classes, and a part-time job wasn’t enough, it turns out his girlfriend Jill was gay, or bi? Ben being Ben wasn’t quite sure what was going on in his life. Things could be worse. Ben and Jill still hung out. They still fucked and even had the occasional threesome. Despite their undefined relationship status, Ben refrained from overthin...

Over the last decade being a freelance writer reporting on sex and relationships, I haven’t suffered from the belief that serious, respectful writing was incompatible with prurient detail. I got into writing about sex because I enjoy it. And I am just as happy to inspire fantasy as I am to inform my reader. Women like myself have often wrote to titillate, but that doesn’t mean I don’t take objective reporting seriously. B...

'Surging testosterone heightens athletic performance. One way to bring about a surge? Sexual arousal.' I stand before a herd of hulking, shirtless muscle men, their ravenous eyes feasting. 'These "performance assistants" will be on the sidelines and in the locker room, ready, waiting. Pre-game, halftime, subbed out, they are yours to use.' 'Now, the rules. You are forbidden to finish. Play with them, fuck them, have them...

April sat at work, frustrated. She was tired and stressed about her boyfriend, Luke. The off-season was always rough for him, but sometimes she felt like his boredom took more of a toll on her than him. So there April sat at her desk, scheming in an effort to help add some spice to Luke's off-season. After receiving the tenth text message from Luke in the last five minutes, April had a stroke of genius. Luke had texted he...

Lying on the floor of the communal showers, I was covered in cum. Not my cum. It was in my hair, in my chest hair, on my face, all over the speedos I was wearing, and I think there was even some cum between my toes. This was part one of the initiation to my new waterpolo team. My teammates had all left the big open shower area, leaving the coach and me alone. The coach, who liked to be called 'Coach', was a big guy. He ha...

I was sitting at my desk and failing to complete an essay while listening to my flatmate getting fucked. Whoever made these shoddy student digs obviously hadn't spent much money on them. They were bland and ugly, they froze in the winter, and their walls were very, very thin. When Ash to my left watched TV on her laptop, I could make out the dialogue. When Rose down the hall played her music, I could hear every note of he...

RAZ-NEVA TOURNAMENT July/August 2000, in Romania On the trip back to Bucharest from Monaco, Jada felt somewhat of a shift in the chemistry with Ayano. He had always been chivalrous and attentive, but now there was a sort of guardianship to his demeanor around her. It seemed like he now had to be in physical contact with her in public, in case someone thought she might be single. Jada didn’t know if it was just that they n...