I lead a simple life. I have a job that allows me to work from home on my schedule. I have a small apartment over a coffee shop. At 6 am in the morning, I can always smell the sweet aroma of coffee as it rises out of the shop below. My daily schedule typically has me sitting down in the coffee shop, enjoying a cup or two before I begin my day. On the day in question, I’m sitting near the front window. There are tables alo...

It was well into the football season as I approached Colin, and I stood beside him, hips touching, leaning on the solid waist-high fence that surrounded the oval for yet another of our kids' football games. Both our partners were absent... as usual. We had found each other two seasons ago, both partners missing, and now our weekly meetings were becoming obsessive to the point that I counted the days until we met again. We...

One of my neighbours, Margot from over the road, has a telescope in her front bedroom. Her house is a little higher than ours, and that means she could, if she wants to, see into our bedroom and see our bed. Now, that is not something that would bother me if it were only my wife and I, but, well, that isn’t always the case. "How do you feel about moving our bedroom to the back?" I asked my wife. "Why?" Jools asked. "It is...

I never go out anymore. I’m a mom. A wife. Working and drowning in full-time nursing school. Somewhere between everyone needing something from me, El stopped existing. Aka El, who? So naturally, when my eternally hot, eternally child-free long-lost bestie Mari breezes into town with her narrow hips and perfect boobs fully upright, I start negotiating my release papers with my husband immediately. I practically have to sel...

Scene 1: The Librarian The next day, when our photographer, Max, walked in with our outfits, I was surprised to see he actually had clothing in his hands, and not just skimpy latex like last time. “I want you to wear your glasses today,” he said as he handed me a gray skirt and button-up white blouse, “and put your hair up in a bun. We’re gonna work that sexy librarian look.” I admired the way Max’s black t-shirt tightene...

Morning Monday, May 5th, 2025 High in the sky, Garin was in a crisis meeting with his team. But his mind was on Amina. Not on their long grey conference table awash in papers, poured out and poured through. Two secretaries, Erin and Norma rushed in and out, bringing more files to add to the mess. Mel’s voice rose, sharper than usual. “This is a disastrous… shit… dammit! How could we have missed the signs, Garin? Terry? Ga...

Sunday, March 29, 2026. At a truck stop, I showered with Priya in the truckies' shower before she returned for the remainder of her shift. Lucy and Priya worked in the truck stop diner. It happened during Priya's lunch break. Apparently, not having customers felt strange to them since I had just met Priya and Lucy. Paul and I kissed and fucked each other in his truck sleeper, which started my encounter with Priya. We didn...

Finally, he had a day where nothing needed to be done. There was nothing on the entertainment agenda, and only this day left in his staycation. Even his new roommate, an incredibly sexy French girl he met at a club, was sleeping late, enjoying the last few lazy days of her vacation in Florida. He’d woken early and quietly extricated himself from her arms to get a cup of coffee and start his go-to choice of fun on such do-...

This feeling. This guilty feeling. The one I can no longer live without. How can I experience this soothing inner calm in the midst of a storm? The scent of sea spray in my nostrils, the sensation of the wind lightly sanding my skin and hair. I let out a first cry of pleasure. I’m slammed hard against the cold, jagged rock, my breasts crushed painfully against its rough surface, my sensitive nipples burning from the frict...

One of my neighbours, Margot from over the road, has a telescope in her front bedroom. Her house is a little higher than ours, and that means she could, if she wants to, see into our bedroom and see our bed. Now, that is not something that would bother me if it were only my wife and I, but, well, that isn’t always the case. "How do you feel about moving our bedroom to the back?" I asked my wife. "Why?" Jools asked. "It is...

Scene 1: The Librarian The next day, when our photographer, Max, walked in with our outfits, I was surprised to see he actually had clothing in his hands, and not just skimpy latex like last time. “I want you to wear your glasses today,” he said as he handed me a gray skirt and button-up white blouse, “and put your hair up in a bun. We’re gonna work that sexy librarian look.” I admired the way Max’s black t-shirt tightene...