I stood very still, my stare darting from the drawing of Kai to my husband's face. "I asked you not to look at that," I finally managed to say. My voice sounded weak and pathetic. A bitter smile pulled at Brandon's lips. "Yes, well, I can see why." Gently, he closed the sketchbook and set it aside. "I wasn't trying to pry, but you'd left it open on the table." Thinking back to earlier that afternoon, I realized he was rig...

Three weeks ago, I had met Quyen, a young woman who was working at the HR department at the large International School in our small, nondescript town here, in the center of Vietnam. Hesitatingly, I had applied there last September, as the school didn’t have a great reputation and seemed to be on a downward slope. I had still been curious to check out the facilities and the classrooms on the campus, which resembled a fortr...

I watch him every day. It’s been my routine all summer. He works in his back garden with his top off. I can almost smell his sweat as he clears the paths and mows the grass. I’ve played the scene out in my head a thousand times. I walk downstairs and out into the garden. I wait until I reach the low hedge separating our gardens before I call out, “Good morning, Mr McCloskey.” I purposefully put on shorts and a top from la...

The number of people in the basement lobby was surprisingly low considering the volume of guests going through the automatic doors. A large number of guests elected to use the spiraling staircase to the ground floor instead of waiting for the lifts. Yet the weight of the eyes following them, following her, as Marq had led her through the marble-tiled lobby was almost physical. As a makeshift dress, the white cotton top ad...

I saw him across the departure lounge. He was staring at his phone, texting. The idea that we'd be on the same plane home had never occurred to me - I'd just assumed we'd never see each other again. Handsome Henri, who had ground against my ass in the club, his hands on my twisting hips. I'd felt his penis grow hard through his jeans then, as the dance track ended, I'd turned around and kissed him. Henri was so hot - musc...

He opened the door at her second knock. "Can I come in?" Honor asked in a quiet voice. He stepped back from the door, and she walked back into Suite 1615, pulling her red suitcase behind her. She walked in on rubbery legs and let go of the suitcase by the armchair, standing it up on its small wheels. She felt his gaze on her as she dropped her hand bag on top of the coffee table, and she turned around, standing in the mid...

My knees tremble a little as I settle into place across the desk. I stretch my arms out, grasp the edge of the table and rest my head on them. I hear the cane swish through the air, a warmup for his arm. He flips my skirt up, baring my buttocks. The anticipation is wonderful. He manages to land the fourth stroke directly on the site of the third one. The pain is exquisite, but I'm damper with each stroke. After the sixth...

After eight years of marriage, our sex life had grown stale and dull. “Take me by surprise,” I told him, “Any time.” Nearly a week passed. Not another word was said. I was sitting at my desk working on my last Lush story. The door burst open. He gently pulled me up from the office chair, then pushed me down, so I was bent over my writing desk. He reached around and undid my jeans, yanking them down. Then my panties. He en...

I'm an older guy who likes to keep active and, I'd like to think, looks fit and healthy. My training mostly consists of athletic endeavours but I also spend plenty of time in the gym. I'm no gym rat, so my sessions get done with purpose and as quickly as possible. It's a means to an end; I go in, do my stuff, and get out of there when I'm done. As I said, it's not my thing and I know nobody in there. Or I knew nobody in t...