Midterm week has arrived at college, and with it, the inevitable hustle and bustle of students scrambling to prepare for exams. The library, typically a sanctuary for the studious, is packed to the brim with students hunched over textbooks, scribbling notes, and sipping on coffee that's gone cold hours ago. The atmosphere is thick with tension and the occasional sigh of defeat. Amidst the sea of faces, Sydney, a fresh-fac...

Though our bed was small, I managed to keep plenty of space between me and Brandon. We lay in the darkness, pointedly ignoring the noise from the apartment next door. A headboard smacked relentlessly against the other side of our bedroom wall, and I recognized Whitney's voice crying out, "Harder! Harder!" Her husband, Banks, issued fervent grunts while obeying her demand. This was a nightly occurrence, and one I'd grown u...

Myles positioned himself above me, with his knees planted on either side of my thighs. I offered no resistance as he pulled my nightshirt over my head. Afterward, he took the time to smooth my tousled hair back from my face. That might have been the moment when my attraction to him became more than merely physical. All the while, his erection strained out from him, a constant reminder of his plan for me. As I blatantly st...

She arrived at the Grand Imperial, and rode the elevator up to the sixteenth floor, sharing the lift along the way with two Asian gentlemen who made every effort to avoid staring at her bared mid-riff and obviously unrestrained breasts under her shirt, and a blonde business-suited woman who only made a perfunctory attempt. She opened the door to Suite 1615, heaving a sigh of relief at finding it quiet, unoccupied, the lig...

Walt and I had almost reached the restaurant when he suddenly gave the steering wheel an exasperated smack. "Damn, I forgot my pager at the office." Glancing over at me, his face was full of apology. "Do you mind if I swing by to get it, Debra?" "Of course not," I replied. We hadn't bothered to make dinner reservations, figuring it wouldn't be difficult to get a table on a Thursday evening, so it wasn't as if we had to be...

Welcome back to my sexual autobiography! This poster asks, "What is the most bizarre request I have had during sex?" I've reworked this incident in my fictional stories already, hence the micro. It's in my "Fetish" genre story, and also my "Pep and Aina" series. My then boyfriend, whose is Jonatan in these pages, had been lingering around my navel, kissing it lovingly. "It's sexy," he murmured. I wasn't sure what to say....

Playtime Titania stood in front of the dresser looking herself over in the mirror. She had hung up her traveling cloak next to her finer, more exotic one on the wall, and she had untied and slipped off her sandals, carefully tucking them under the bed for the evening. Now standing barefoot and completely naked, adorned in only her fine jewelry, Titania fluffed up her hair as she posed with her arms up and hands behind her...

A year had passed since Donna and I had our interlude at her house on Thanksgiving Day.  We’d crossed paths several times but had never gotten together again.  Apparently, her husband, John, had experienced some sort of epiphany not long after that day.  He was sober and treating her like the treasure she is.  She laughed when she told me of her shock the first time that he cleared the supper table and loaded the dishwash...