Daisy's bedroom had the same layout as my own, yet it seemed like a completely foreign space to me, for it was where this gorgeous woman slept and dreamed. Where she dressed and masturbated. Imagining her lying in her bed, with a hand between her thighs, prompted me to reach for her again. We shared another kiss, and I let my hands wander to her bare breasts. I loved the sound of her moan, which let me know I was pleasing...

As Daisy and I sat on her couch, I struggled not to sneak glances at her cleavage, though it was plenty visible in the tight, low-cut top she wore. The temptation was hard to resist, as she was right next to me, staring down at her notebook. "So, I should conjugate the verb this way, Lee?" she asked. Before I could answer, she swiftly looked up. Feeling caught, I stammered and flushed bright red. The smile on her face mad...

The next morning, Nayana’s body felt like it was on fire. She had barely slept, her mind racing with thoughts of Kusal, his scent, his taste, and the promise of what was to come. The moment her husband and kids left the house, she practically sprinted to her bedroom. Her heart pounded as she fumbled with the drawer, her fingers trembling with anticipation. She pulled out the panties Kusal had left behind, the ones he had...

I started dating my wife, Laura, in high school, and except for the time I spent in the military, we have not been apart since. We bought a piece of land and built our forever home on it. Her sister and husband purchased the land next to us and built their home. Our lots were adjacent, and we had much privacy, with both of us owning much of the land around our house. Our closest neighbors were about a mile away, and we lo...

Human beings crave love and intimacy, or so I'd read and been told. Maybe I'd grown more susceptible to that craving, and that was why I finally accepted Matthew's invitation to have coffee with him. He seemed surprised when I said yes. As for me, I was surprised he'd been so persistent in asking. Everything about me—my boring hairstyle, my plain wardrobe, the extra weight I carried—it all served to render me invisible to...

He was preparing for bed, the weight of the day pressing heavily on his shoulders. As he trudged toward his bedroom, a flicker of light caught his eye. He paused by the window, peering out to see the house across the street. Her bedroom light had just turned on, casting a warm glow that spilled into the night. His own room remained cloaked in shadow, offering him a perfect vantage point. She stepped into view, her silhoue...

Upon hearing the news, Darren told me he was leaving work and would be at my apartment as soon as he could. While impatiently waiting, I was overcome by the irrational fear that my milk would dry up before he arrived. I busied myself with stripping out of my clothes and putting on the robe Darren loved. A short time later, he knocked on my door, then immediately opened it to let himself in. We stood in my living room, our...

Though I was still plenty aroused when Darren left, I was also exhausted. I decided to go to bed early, and almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, sleep drew me into its welcome oblivion. Because of Darren, I wouldn't lie awake all night worrying about my future. I slept so soundly that I didn't hear him enter my apartment the next morning. Only when he sat down on the edge of my bed did my eyes open. It was still dark...

From his apartment directly below mine, Darren must have heard me crying. Clueless as to how loud my sobbing was, I was surprised when he knocked on my door at a little after seven that evening. Though we'd been neighbors for more than a year, he and I remained mere acquaintances. Answering his gentle knock, I peered out at him through swollen eyes. The acute distress overwhelming me at that moment made it impossible to f...

When Sutton first showed up at the church that Wednesday afternoon, Pastor Hall looked glad to see him. No doubt the preacher thought a long-absent member of his congregation was finally returning to the flock. Sutton hadn't been to Sunday service in months, not since before his wife had passed away. As the two men sat in Pastor Hall's office, Sutton stared down at his hands. "I know you probably won't believe what I'm ab...