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...

I married my second husband, Jim, in 1995. I was forty-two years old. He was the same age. I had no children, but he had a son who just turned eighteen. Frank was still in high school, his final year. Frank was a little strange. He was very shy and quite feminine. He never had a girlfriend. I didn’t much care for him, but I was his stepmother. His real mother was estranged and Frank didn’t spend any time with her. My husb...

It was 10:38 in the morning when Jessica finally got out of bed, following four intense orgasms. She’d woken up wet and horny in an empty house, her kids at sleep-away camp, and her husband at work in the city, and decided on a lazy morning with her favorite toy, a vibrating rabbit-style dildo with a clit-stimulating attachment. She might have gone for round five, but the summer sun streaming through the windows had alrea...

“Okay, Rob deals first since he won last week,” Justin said, checking the notebook where he kept a running record of their weekly poker nights. It had been a tradition since they’d taken a trip to Vegas to celebrate their 21st birthdays nearly ten years earlier. “Three weeks in a row now, isn’t it?” David asked, handing the deck of cards to Rob and passing out four sets of chips. “That’s right!” Rob gloated. “Going for a...

Casey sat at her desk outside the boardroom, browsing her favorite online lingerie stores. She came across a new strappy bodysuit with a completely open design aside from a small patch of sheer fabric to cover the bikini area and added it to her cart. One requirement of her secretarial job was a consistently refreshed wardrobe of sexy outfits and undergarments. Her boss, Mr. Skyler, had given her a corporate credit card f...

'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...

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You could call me a dirty pervert, but I'm really into paper books, since I was a little boy. What's the big deal about paper books, you'd say, everything's digital and online now, and I'd say you don't get it at all. Screens don't give you that solid weight in your hands, that unique smell of old paper and typographic ink, that feeling of the pages against your fingers that have been turned by hundreds of people before y...

“What did you expect?” Greg dryly asked. I couldn’t answer, thanks to the heavy breathing and the tears. Fuck, I was pathetic right now. I sat on the closed toilet crying as Greg paced the room. He took my silence as an answer and added, “Stop treating this like all you have to do is be upfront and guys will flock to you or something.” He was so disconnected. He could have at least cared. “Fuck you,” I spat between tears....

I was a new Ariel after that. Beforehand, I didn’t really care about what I wore, slapping on a t-shirt and some pants, but now… I wanted to try being a little sluttier. I purposefully chose an older shirt, one a little small for me, before going to class. It wasn’t like I was completely changing - at least, on the outside - but it was a good way to test the waters. Boys are horny as fuck. I barely changed anything and al...

Even when I was younger, I knew that I was a complete freak. Before I was eighteen, it was in completely innocent ways, like me being unable to talk to teachers without being sassy or something, but I think something in my hormones just decided to scream, “Ariel is going to become obsessed with sex as soon as the clock strikes eighteen,” like I was some weird sex version of Cinderella. So, of course, I discovered masturba...

Three spokes of a Mercedes Benz emblem sat etched into leather before my eyes. I didn’t even see it, for the same reason that my knuckles had turned a ghostly white as my grip burrowed deeper into the steering wheel. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be doing this... A glance up at my surroundings only made the anxiety spill out of my chest and plummet like a cruel anvil into my stomach. I had poured hours upon hours of re...

Hunger wakes me for the fifth time this evening. Growls build in the back of my throat as the frustration mounts. I throw the covers to the side and stand, my blood pumping in my ears and pulsing in long arcs down my body. My boxer briefs hit the floor as I tie my hair into a tight bun. I grow frustrated as the hairs defy me, delaying. Not quick enough. Never quick enough. I slide back under the discarded sheets, careful...

“The Leland Stanford Junior University...” I gazed at the elegantly embossed words at the head of my framed diploma. Mounted on the wall of my office, it was the one crown jewel that I allowed myself to wear, with my name printed in the same gothic font, below which followed the words that constantly make my heart swell with pride: “...who has satisfactorily pursued the Studies and passed the Examinations required therefo...