I shared Alane a couple of years ago. Her lover was Ed. She met him at the gym a couple of years ago. He was in his mid-fifties, divorced, confident without being arrogant, and as Alane eventually admitted, very handsome. She spends a lot of time in the free-weight area, and one Saturday afternoon Ed walked over and offered to spot her. She readily accepted. What began as casual conversation between sets gradually turned...

A week passed after she smoked weed for the first time. I knew she loved it, but she wouldn’t admit it, and we went back to normal life. I knew she didn’t want to talk about the experience, so I didn’t bring it up because I didn’t want to start a fight. I had a work trip coming up and had a plan to get her to try it again. So Tuesday night, I packed my bags, and when I left, I put my pipe and a bag of weed in my jacket po...

Chapter 1 Briana It was my 28th birthday that night, and of course I was running late to dinner with friends. I had spent over an hour getting ready, trying to shake off my post-hospital shift image, with a brand-new curled sew-in, brown lip liner, and my favorite shade of pink on my lips. I had changed from scrubs and old, worn-out sneakers to zebra-print heels, jeans that hugged my ass in all the right places, and that...

I’d just turned eighteen and was coasting toward graduation in our tiny, conservative Kentucky town—population under 13,000. A few months earlier, my mom had outed me after finding a dodgy, dot-matrix printout of a naked Tom Cruise in my room (thanks, AOL dial-up). She yanked me out of class on the spot, clutching her pearls, fully expecting my dad and her to unleash holy fire once we got home. My dad’s only reaction: “Yo...

Abdul slid his briefs down, his cock sprang out, and the area between Sarah’s legs tingled and throbbed. “It’s huge,” Sarah conceded. Okay, for the record, it was huge. She couldn’t pull her eyes away. Sure, she’d seen bigger ones online before, but this was entirely different. Her pale cheeks were flushed red. Her fascination with Abdul’s cock created guilt and shame somewhere deep in her subconscious, which turned her o...

My hand shook as I moved to ring the doorbell. I was at the home of an older man, 62 years old according to his profile online. Forty years older than me, so well past old enough to be my father. I'd seen some blurry pictures of his face and body. What had brought me here were the pictures of his thick cock and his dirty messages. We had been talking online for a few months. It had started as most of these conversations d...

I knew Gloria was rotten. Oh yes, I understood that my neighbors' daughter, home from college for the summer, was using me to alleviate the boredom of our small town. Yet I kept letting her in when she knocked at the door uninvited. At first, the twenty-year-old was polite enough, quick to say "please" and "thank you" and to mind her manners. That first visit, she claimed she wanted to check on me and make sure I was doin...

I knew Gloria was rotten. Oh yes, I understood that my neighbors' daughter, home from college for the summer, was using me to alleviate the boredom of our small town. Yet I kept letting her in when she knocked at the door uninvited. At first, the twenty-year-old was polite enough, quick to say "please" and "thank you" and to mind her manners. That first visit, she claimed she wanted to check on me and make sure I was doin...

A week passed after she smoked weed for the first time. I knew she loved it, but she wouldn’t admit it, and we went back to normal life. I knew she didn’t want to talk about the experience, so I didn’t bring it up because I didn’t want to start a fight. I had a work trip coming up and had a plan to get her to try it again. So Tuesday night, I packed my bags, and when I left, I put my pipe and a bag of weed in my jacket po...