The mirror in my bedroom stretched from floor to ceiling, reflecting every curve of my body in cruel, delicious detail. I had just come out of my bathroom. I stood there naked, my fingers tracing the swell of my hips, the dip of my waist, the way my 36Ds sat heavy and full, the nipples already tight little buds from the chill of the air—or maybe just the thought of what I was about to do. My skin prickled under my own gaz...

He hired me to pose nude. As he sketched, tension thickened. I gently parted my thighs, fingers trailing down to touch myself. He set the charcoal aside. He kneeled and tasted me, lapping his tongue against my swollen clit until I arched and came. He entered me slowly, fucking me against the easel, my moans guiding every thrust until he spilled inside. When we finished, I dressed and handed him an envelope. “Payment for t...

I was recently asked what my body count was. Honestly, it’s not very high. My first ever experience was with my first boyfriend. Overall, I’d have to say, it was rather disappointing. He was clumsy and, well, small. I was able to better pleasure myself with my fingers. My latest boyfriend, I have been with for a long time, so everything is good. This story is about that one guy in between. The one that got away. It was my...

On Monday morning, Nick couldn't focus. He sat across from Mary, eating breakfast. But all he could think about was the hard-on he still had from his dreams about her. And there she was, right in front of him. Her silky robe was half-open, giving him a peek at her chest as she reached for a piece of toast. Nick took a sip of his coffee, trying to ignore the constant pressure in his trousers. Mary's delicate fingers brushe...

The briefing room was cold, a sterile environment that always made me feel like an insect under a microscope. My commanding officer, Captain Tanaka, stood at the head of the table, his silhouette sharp against the bleak fluorescent light. The air was thick with the gravity of his words, each one a stone sinking into the pit of my stomach. “The operation is simple on paper, Hana,” he said, his voice a low, steady rumble. “...

She wasn't at all what he expected. While reading the many stories she'd published online, Clay had only imagined who she really was. Her identity was concealed by a mildly self-deprecating user name. Still, he couldn't help but visualize her as a curvy redhead, with a naughty smile and a constantly wet pussy. She wrote the filthiest erotic tales, which he consumed as soon as they were posted. He couldn't begin to count t...

He hired me to pose nude. As he sketched, tension thickened. I gently parted my thighs, fingers trailing down to touch myself. He set the charcoal aside. He kneeled and tasted me, lapping his tongue against my swollen clit until I arched and came. He entered me slowly, fucking me against the easel, my moans guiding every thrust until he spilled inside. When we finished, I dressed and handed him an envelope. “Payment for t...

On Monday morning, Nick couldn't focus. He sat across from Mary, eating breakfast. But all he could think about was the hard-on he still had from his dreams about her. And there she was, right in front of him. Her silky robe was half-open, giving him a peek at her chest as she reached for a piece of toast. Nick took a sip of his coffee, trying to ignore the constant pressure in his trousers. Mary's delicate fingers brushe...