The library smelled of cedar and old pages—a scent like time folding in on itself, anchoring me. The hush of the aisles wrapped around me like a well-worn blanket, and soft amber light spilled from antique sconces, bathing the rows of books in a golden haze. Everything glowed with a dreamlike stillness, the world slowed just enough for thought to stretch and settle. My fingers drifted across the worn spines—Beck, Skinner,...

I woke, still clothed and on top of him in The Manor House’s room, but somehow the duvet was over us and his arms held me gently. I savoured the moment that I hadn’t had for so long, hoping that at some point, this would be skin-to-skin. He came to and I nudged my head on his shoulder. “How are you?” he asked. “Nice pillow,” I replied, and he ran one arm gently over my hair, then returned it to my back. I moved my head up...

When Julie casually told me she had never swallowed cum before, I made the joke, "I've never swallowed a load either, well, not yet." She looked at me coyly. "Oh really? Tell me more." "It was a joke." "Well, be that as it may, I'm intrigued. Would you swallow cum?" "What? You're messing with me, right? You're not going to show up one night with a dude you expect me to blow, are you?" "That is one option," Julie said, sou...

Steph here. Are you thinking, Oh, that’s the older slut who set Beth up? Yes, and no. Read my story and then decide. Aberdeen is not quite the boom city it once was. A lot of the jobs and big companies have gone, but not all. Like everywhere else in Scotland, times are hard, and money is tight. After the horrors of Covid, many places in the hospitality sector struggle, and many are closed. The Strutting Cockerel is not on...

There were several reasons the new school year started out a let-down sex wise. I’d always been attracted to older pupils, but now I was one of the ‘old’ ones in my final year. And my experience with ‘Beach Boy Dave’ on the beach in the summer filled my fantasies with older, more mature experienced men. And of course it was a heavy year for school work with important exams in the spring. But even so in November after I st...

In highschool I always wanted a boyfriend, but it wasn't until college that I realized all the things I was doing wrong. I'm a fairly pretty girl, but I always wore loose clothes because I was really shy. I thought makeup was stupid. My unkempt hair, the out-of-style glasses and quiet, reserved personality didn't help. I had a lot of friends, even some guy friends, but I don't think any of them were attracted to me and no...

We both lay down; mud stuck to my t-shirt like black tar. He whispered in my ear, ‘I want you, treacle.’ I looked at the stones, the green moss Creeping over them like furry caterpillars. The mill my mother worked in stood In the distance like a Northern Buckingham Palace. Guilt and shame engulfed me, Stacked inside like a Jenga. Afterward, we left the woodlands. Climbed the steps that were old And broken like digestive b...

Lydia Mr Parks' breath was heavy against my skin, his restraint barely holding as I palmed him through his jeans. He was so hard beneath my touch, the heat of him seeping through the thick fabric. My stomach clenched with anticipation. "You want to make me feel good?" His voice was low, rough, his lips brushing against my jaw as his hands ran over my bare skin. "Then let me show you how." I nodded quickly, my pulse racing...

LydiaI had been thrilled, brimming with nervous energy, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it. Ben and I had talked about this moment for weeks, our excitement mounting with every stolen kiss and whispered promise. The build-up had been intoxicating, full of late-night texts, flushed cheeks, and lingering touches. Both of us were eager, almost desperate. We had planned it carefully, ensuring we would have the house t...