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A Helpful Distraction

Marlowe helps out her anxious coworker in more ways than one.

I thought I was the only one still working in the office that evening. I'd stayed late, trying to reach a good stopping point, and my eyes were now bleary from staring at spreadsheets. At twenty-four, I'd found a job with an okay salary and decent benefit...

Knocked By Mom At The Prom

Mother insists on going to the prom with her daughter.

Keisha was not having a good day. You could totally argue she wasn’t having a good year. You could even argue she wasn’t having a good life. A little bit melodramatic, sure, but her whole life had been leading up to this point: She was but a week away fro...

In the Shower

Stream of consciousness while masturbating in the shower…

I turn on the water and pull the shower curtain to the side, lifting one leg and then the other into the tub. I allow the warm, wet droplets to caress my naked body, as I stand there, directly below the shower head, closing my eyes. My long, light brown h...

Another day is finally doneWe peel away our stressLike an unwanted layer The soft linens feel welcomingTo our exhausted bodies asYou pull my body against yours In a world full of uncertainty I claim this space, our spaceAnd I wear your embrace like armor...

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Good girl.  Those two words, each so short and simple, affect me like no other when strung together and aimed at me. They flood me with light. My blue eyes sparkle and widen with excitement, raising my eyebrows to new heights. My pink-polished lips upturn...

The Babysitter III: Question

Is that a confession he's hearing from her? He decides not to beat around the bush. Good idea?

I awoke the next morning after a night of intense lucid dreams with no recollection of how I had ended up in my own bed. All I remembered was venting my unmet desire to get laid with a quick, loveless wank. It took me a while to realize Emily had come to...

The Babysitter II: Distraction

After a frustrating failure, he needs a distraction. She knows what he needs.

When I woke up the next morning, I first had to recall where I was and how I had ended up there. The environment seemed familiar, yet unusual. That was until I vaguely remembered I was lying on the living room couch—alone. Drowsy as I was I tossed and tur...