She was sitting on his chest, her long hair falling like curtains around their faces. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a soft, slow kiss. "Are you sure you want to do this, love?" Her voice was a gentle whisper, as soothing as a lullaby. "Remember, once I sit down, you can't change your mind." He nodded, a silent confirmation of his consent. A tender smile bloomed on her face, her eyes sparkling with affection....

In response to my squirming, Claire lifted herself slightly, hovering just above my face. Her voice was firm but gentle as she spoke, "Look, I want you to stay still. I want to enjoy my evening. Just calm down. It can't be that bad." Her words hit me with a mixture of embarrassment and realization. I had been moving too much, disrupting her comfort. I had to remember that this was a shared experience, not just about my en...

"Grace, I’d like to run a fingernail lightly down your neck. Maybe graze against you. Run a fingertip down along your ear. What colour are your eyes? Do you have a favourite vibrator?" "Blue eyes. I have a vibrator but honestly prefer my fingers to get me over the edge most of the time." "I want you to close your eyes and relax. Take some breaths. Slow down from your day. Feel the tension leave your body..." Think of your...

Holding himself close, pumping up and down on his shaft, thumb stroking his glistening head. His door was locked, the sun was setting, and the world could not be further away. The people who made him feel small, the overwhelming responsibilities, it was all hanging, pendulous, out of sight as he felt the throbbing edge of an orgasm. Not yet, he thought, tenderly, and drifted his mind towards memories of sweat, tight breat...

Casey really knows how to make herself at home. The Imp seems to leave a trail of destruction in her wake wherever she goes, and it often falls to either you or one of the other lodgers to clean up after her. She drinks straight from the cartons in the fridge, leaves cupboards open whenever she's raiding the kitchen, and seems to almost take a sick kind of pleasure in snooping through other people's things. Already you've...

On Saturday morning, I got up at nine o'clock. Laura was already awake and sitting in the kitchen. She was wearing my daughter's bathrobe, which I had handed to her. "Good morning Laura," I said. "I hope you're really hungry. Are you in the mood for pancakes with maple syrup?" "Oh yes, I'd love to!" she replied, "I'll help you." We had a long, hearty breakfast and chatted about this and that. "Would you like to try my hot...

Escape. Life has gotten too unexpected, too hard. I need an escape. He died. He left me here alone. It wasn’t in the plan. He is dead. Days have passed, and my bed is now empty. It doesn't feel real. Escape. Standing next to his stupidly big truck at a gas station, I fill the tank with insanely priced gas. In the back seat sits a backpack with barely anything in it. My need to get out overwhelmed any rational thought. He’...

December 18th 2:18 a.m. “How much longer?” Simon asked. Hector looked at his watch. “T-minus six minutes.” Tracking our thirty-minute lunch break was an extreme sport. Mary joined us, her recent nap still clinging to her posture. “Six minutes? I still haven’t eaten.” “Hey, that reminds me,” Oscar piped up, “our mamá says you’re all invited to dinner this weekend.” “Mmm, I love Rosa's chili verde,” Mary gushed with fatigue...

Chapter 2  The day had crawled by. It had passed terribly slowly. I had spent the day watching specks of dust floating in the room. I was giddy and frustrated at the same time. But then it was time to go. They had brought dinner. I had eaten a little, but really I wasn’t all that hungry.  I had wondered what to wear for her.  I wanted to be feminine for her. Beautiful. Like I was her girl. I wanted to be her Juliet.   I h...

Everything had turned grey. And also dull. The result of a hotel quarantine after two days. Eight more to go! The dullness was deafening. Hotel Wi-Fi was choppy, and there was nothing on TV. I felt like a bloody prisoner in my economy class hotel room right by Heathrow airport in London. My boss had thought it essential that I safe their London branch, and so he sent me across the pond willing to pay the £2,000 to quarant...