The ride home was a blur of anticipation and raw nerves for Alex. What would she tell her parents? What if they found out? But as the taxi pulled up to her house, she realized she didn’t care anymore. She had tasted a freedom that no amount of scolding could ever take away. If tonight was the night her secret career was revealed, so be it. At least then she wouldn't have to live a double life anymore, and that would be a...

As Wes entered his new home, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement filling him from head to toe. This was going to be the place where he would finally live independently — no more parental restrictions or guidelines! But what really made Wes ecstatic about moving here wasn’t just the freedom itself; rather, it was the fact that he’d found someone to share this new adventure with: Makena, a stunningly attractive,...

The grand finale of the opera had come and gone, but the real performance was just beginning for Alex and Charles. They left the theater with a sense of urgency and hastened back to his car. The drive back to the hotel was filled with tense, anticipatory silence. It took every bit of Alex's self-control not to make Charles pull over so they could fuck in the front seat, but she forced herself to hang in there long enough...

Elodie The club was a heartbeat on loudspeaker, bass rattling through her blood and bones as she moved like water on the crowded dance floor. That feeling she craved, permission to let go and just feel, block out the impersonal city streets, and let her body follow the flow of the music. It was an intoxicating primal need to be around people, dancing as close as physics would allow, and experience undiluted joy as one; th...

My sexual muse has deserted me. For three months, erotica hasn't flowed from my pen as it used to. I try, but my writing feels flat and stale. "We could watch some porn, then do it? Might stir you?" my husband suggests. Well, it couldn't hurt to try. I make mental notes throughout as my breasts are suckled, my neck is kissed and my vagina penetrated. I need unfamiliar words for familiar acts. Sweat breaks out and greases...

It’s a guilty pleasure knowing that the words flowing out of my mind, through my fingers, and onto the screen produce a certain titillation that keeps readers coming back for more. That feeling of turning a person on with my decadent imagination is powerfully heady (pun intended). The immensely gratifying feeling of satisfying others’ carnal needs is not lost on me. One doesn’t need to demonstrate the most advanced writin...

Don't think that I don't know what you're thinking Imagining it's me and not coffee you're drinking I see you dipping your tongue taking delicate sips as you envision my foam on your lips I hear you talking at the cafe in the park how you like it tall and black like me in the dark I hear you moaning at dawn how you've got to get it in you and that without it you just can't continue I know that sigh that you give when you'...

Male’s Perspective: I had been noticing that pained expression in her eyes, that heartbreaking gaze that seemed to repeatedly lose its focus, staring into nothingness. Despite appearing content, there was an underlying disturbance that robbed her of serenity. It tore at my heart. Each time I looked at her, my discomfort intensified. I yearned to ask what haunted her, what stole her peace away. Yet, she consistently masked...

It was a warm summer night when I first saw him, my new English professor, Mr. Jameson. I had always been attracted to older men with authority, and he was no exception. His salt-and-pepper hair and glasses gave him an air of wisdom that only fueled my desire for him. I sat in the front row of his class, eagerly soaking up every word he spoke. One day, as I turned in a paper, he caught my eye and smiled at me. It was a si...

I never thought that my best friend's ex-girlfriend would still be so into him, even though she is married. But when I found out that she still slept with him, I was shocked. She must have never gotten over him because she always seems to want to do anything for him. So when he told me about his plan for us both to fuck her, I was all in. One night, he had her and me over at his place to hang out and enjoy some drinks. We...

It was still early in the evening, and I was quite hungry. I decided to get dressed and go out for dinner. After a quick shower, I slipped on the black lace thong and bra, along with a pair of matching silk thigh-highs. Wanting to show off my legs, I chose the slinky dress and stiletto heels that Sara had sold me earlier. As the dress slid down over my body, I studied my look in the full-length mirror. The dress was light...

It's been eleven years since I earned my doctorate in English Literature from a prominent mid-western university. I moved to Boston when I accepted a professorship at Regis College to teach pre-seventeen hundred English Lit. I expected to be at Regis for three or four years. My expectations never came to pass, and four years ago, I received my tenure papers. I suppose a career at Regis is a distinct possibility. My profes...