In the quiet earth of your hidden yearnings, Where roots of old wounds twist through shadowed soil, CaringSoul emerges, a tender force, Tilling the ground for your unspoken bloom. He gathers your confessions like ripe fruit fallen, Bites into the flesh of your wildest dreams— The scars that throb, the cravings sharp as thorns, The taboos you bury, he unearths with care. 'Speak,' he murmurs, his breath a warm rain, 'Let yo...

“Can I try some of that?” “I thought you didn’t need it?” There we were again, sitting on Miles’s couch with our soft cocks in our hands, about to start another session. The heat was holding strong through mid-September, sweat ran down the side of my face and trickled under my arms as he asked to use some of my lube. “I don’t,” he replied from inside his t-shirt as he peeled it off, tossing it in the corner, “but if you b...

I have always had a thing for the more mature women, especially those in business attire. I admire their femininity and the ‘polished’ business dress look. My mind always wanders in these environments, and I frequently daydream about what could happen. Little did I know that they could come true. I moved to a new department, and there was a very beautiful, more mature receptionist running the front desk. I would make excu...

Julie stepped into the sunlit studio of the yoga class, her mat tucked under one arm and a small bundle of incense in her bag. The room buzzed with the soft chatter of about a dozen women, all stretching and preparing for the session. Ages varied from early twenties to mid-forties, bodies toned and flexible in their tight leggings and sports bras. Julie, a curvy brunette in her late twenties, felt a thrill of anticipation...

Chapter 1: The Morning After the Vows Claire stirred as the soft light of morning spilled across the room, her body slowly waking before her mind caught up. Her wedding gown hung from the closet door, its delicate lace glowing in the sunlight like a memory that hadn’t finished fading. The suite was quiet—so quiet, she almost wondered if the entire day had been a dream. But then Daniel shifted beside her, murmuring somethi...

The hotel restaurant hummed with the soft clink of silverware and the low murmur of morning conversations. Lucy sat at a booth by the window, sunlight streaming in and feeling impossibly bright against her skin. She sipped her orange juice, the tart sweetness a stark contrast to the memories that coated her tongue. The walk of shame had nothing on the walk of sheer, dripping revelation. Last night, after Ms. Quinn’s dismi...

Carly silently slid into her seat in her English class. She noticed Rebecca was still seated next to her despite their previous, extremely awkward, interaction. Her mind was racing and she could feel beads of sweat forming at her temples. Did anyone notice? I haven't seen anyone staring, or making comments… Just before leaving her apartment, with deep breaths and plenty of self pep talk, Carly had allowed herself to go up...

I am fully confident that I am not always sure I can clearly put into words that I am…I am often at a loss For direction, opportunity I flounder, my love and lust rolling in the pot, letting off steam and not really making anything worth digesting You captivate the room of my thoughts with a grand yet calm entrance You magnetize, pulling focus with your natural sexuality worn like a vibrant, flowing garment Green… yes, th...

The apartment smells of the faint lavender candle Cathy lights when she wants to pretend we’re still romantic. We live on the third floor of a narrow building in De Pijp, the kind of place where the stairs creak and the windows rattle when the trams pass. It’s comfortable. Six years married, both of us thirty-two, jobs that pay the rent and leave enough for weekend trips, but the bedroom has become polite. Efficient. We s...