Ever since her divorce, Linda had been spending more and more time at the gym. Not that she needed it. Her lithe, tone figure had remained a point of pride even as she entered middle age. Lately, the gym had become a cathartic form of stress relief for her. She didn’t mind the social perks, either. The sight of the glistening, sweat-slicked bodies of college students everywhere only added fuel to Linda’s already simmering...

The weekend came faster than expected. Inside Rose’s luxurious bedroom—its dim lighting casting golden glows on silk sheets and polished wood—soft, wet slurps echoed through the warm air. All three of them were naked. Rose knelt between Heath and Ray, her long hair cascading down her bare back as she tilted her head forward, lips wrapped tightly around Heath’s thick shaft. Her cheeks hollowed with each deep suck, tongue s...

The apartment was quiet save for the rhythmic tapping of Archer's fingers on the keyboard. He'd spent the entire day on Bellie's small dining table, his laptop open, a half-empty mug of coffee beside it. The job search portal displayed yet another submission confirmation ... this one for a junior development position in Lothston five hundred miles away. He'd applied to seventeen jobs since morning, casting a wide net acro...

Lara stepped off the main stage at The Pearl, listening to the cacophony of cheers and hollering coming from the crowd behind her. She had just completed her set on the pole and could still feel the excitement and adrenaline that accompanied performing in front of so many people. Pole work was probably the weakest area of her game, having only being able to practice during off hours at her old club, The Pussy Cat. The pro...

Recap: Cody’s first night staying with the gym bro Brad is anything but normal. Between tight boxer-briefs, shirtless strolls, and late-night Instagram stalking, he's barely surviving. The next morning, while cleaning, Cody finds a red jockstrap under his straight friend Brad’s bed… and gets caught holding his jockstrap in his hand. Brad just grins and makes a flirty joke, like none of it’s weird at all. _________________...

Douglas was the youngest of my extra-marital flings. He had just turned 18 when I met him. I had gone to a garden centre on the outer edge of the town to look for some new plants. It was a hot day and, as I walked around the centre, I saw that some of the young men looking after the plants had removed their shirts. Now, there's something quite sexy about a fit young man, bare from the waist up and sweating as he works, an...

In the stable, under the moon's gentle glow, A cowboy and cowgirl in passion aglow. Boots off, hats tossed aside with a sigh, their bodies entwined as they look in each other's eyes. He traces her curves, from neck to thigh. She guides his hands with a coy little sigh. Strong, calloused fingers caress her breast as she unbuckles his belt with lips pressed. His hardness springs free, long and proud. She grips it firmly, st...

The headboard cracked against the lip of the U-Haul for what felt like the hundredth time, and Lila didn’t flinch. Her fingers ached, jaw locked, every nerve bristling with sun, sweat, and frustration. The thing was a perfect nightmare—too heavy to be graceful, too awkward to angle, dragging at her like it knew she was alone. One thigh braced against the bumper, she yanked hard, teeth gritted, her t-shirt glued to her spi...

Josh tried not to stare at the young woman in his office, but it was rare to encounter someone who seemed so unaware of her own beauty. Her dress was modest, almost staid, and her sensible shoes did little to liven up the outfit. Her shoulder-length brown hair, however, was worn in the feathered style women were wild about at that time in the late 1970s. He'd invited her to make herself comfortable on the couch, while he...