The warm evening breeze kissed my bare skin as I stepped out of my house, my 36C breasts bouncing slightly with each confident stride. The sun was dipping low, painting the sky in orange and pink, and the world felt alive and electric. I took a deep breath, allowing the air to fill my lungs and send a rush of freedom through my veins. This is it. I thought, This is living. I didn’t need clothes to feel complete—my nudity...

“Threads We Weave” Friday rolled in thick, the Costco meat room grinding—blades whining, blood streaking my apron, hands slicing on autopilot. Last night stuck to me—soft, warm, her in my arms, bedroom floor gritty with dirt, that rare ember catching where I didn’t expect. It wasn’t Kate, wasn’t the basement’s burn, but it was something, humming low under my ribs as I worked, clock dragging toward break. Kate’s text from...

During our fifth day vacationing at the time-share resort, after telling my unaware husband all about having a hot affair with the resort service guy while he was golfing, we had a good sex session of our own. As I was hoping, Jack gave me a good spanking for being a naughty wife to another man without telling him first. Then we fucked. After we cleaned up, we went to the resort clubhouse for a drink. I wore a very short...

On the way up the mountain last month, I stopped in the little town at the base that had the only gas for a hundred miles. The building dates to the 1890s and serves coffee and sells a few groceries and tourist items. It's the only store in a town of forty people. The gas pump still has the rotating dials, no digital. One side doesn't work. To get the other side to work often requires tapping your heels together and turni...

“First Steps Unseen” The stairs creaked like old bones under me as I hauled Kate down into the basement, her blindfold—that black satin scrap I’d tied too tight—shutting out everything but my grip on her. My hand locked around her wrist, her pulse slamming against my fingers, fast, alive, a drumbeat I could feel in my gut. Each step down—steep, narrow, a goddamn trap—dragged me further from the life I’d been choking on fo...

“I know what you want,” I whispered, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “Fuck,” he groaned as my hand felt the hardness through his pants. I dropped to my knees, unbuttoned his belt, and wrapped my lips around him. My head bobbed up and down, taking his delicious manhood deeper each time. Soon, I could feel him getting close, his body tensing. He held my head as load after load of warm jizz filled my mouth. I felt it...

A dust plume signaled the approach of a rig up the long gravel road to Sierra's ranch house. In a few minutes, she recognized Otsoa's pickup and smiled in anticipation of seeing the Basque piano tuner again. He usually came by each spring and fall to tune her Steinway baby grand that had been in the family for three generations. She never knew when he would arrive, he had no phone. He came when the time was right. This ti...