“‘One Tit Out’? Whassat about, Jack?” “It’s a forum for posting photos.” Fapfap… Sigh… “But she’s got both tits out!” “Yes, but you can only see one of them…” Fapfap… “Well, if you’re gonna call it that, then she should only ‘ave one out – and the other should be in.” “Meaning?” “Well, covered, like, under clothing. That’s what makes it sexy, don’t ya fink?” “What, like this other girl here?” Fapfapfap… “Or maybe like min...

The bar was a cozy, dimly lit place with plush leather booths and jazz music softly playing in the background. They sat in a corner booth, away from the small crowd, with a round table between them. Alexander ordered two whiskey sours, his usual drink, and Sophia opted for a gin and tonic. She felt strangely nervous now that they were away from the office, away from the familiar routine. “So, tell me,” Alexander started,...

The bell above the door gave a soft, traitorous chime that sounded like an alarm to Alex’s ears. He needed to be a shadow. He needed the world to look past him, to see only a man running an errand, not the person he truly was. He told himself to breathe, but the air in the boutique was thick with the scent of expensive roses and something sharp, like ozone. The walls of lace and silk were no longer dreamy; they were watch...

I never imagined the transformation that would unfold when I first slipped on a pair of silk panties and a lacy brassiere, my heart racing with trepidation and excitement. It all started with a few stolen moments in the bathroom, experimenting with stolen garments, a delightful curiosity igniting a fire within me. Each encounter with my reflection, now softened and feminized, brought a thrill I couldn't deny. I craved mor...

The studio was colder than I expected. Not from a temperature perspective, more the atmosphere. The white light leaving no shadow to hide in, a camera already pointed at the couch and a monitor turned slightly toward where I would sit. The man at the door didn’t greet me, just closed the door behind me once I had passed and let the click of the latch settle. He was shorter than I'd imagined, a lived-in face and a faint sm...

The woman's eyes refused to open, while the light of dawn gently awakened her… what a crazy night, perhaps even more so than usual. The sheets stuck to her bare thighs as she yawned so hard her jaw nearly fell off. Morning light sliced through the crooked blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled bed where last night's conquest still slept. She studied her—mouth slack, one freckled arm flung over his face—with the detac...

Nestled deep within British Columbia's rugged wilderness sat a small logging town called Revelstoke. Carved out by generations of loggers and their families, the community sprawled along the banks of the Columbia River as it wound through a valley surrounded by towering peaks. The aroma of pine and cedar permeated everything. In this picturesque setting lived two eighteen-year-old girls who turned heads wherever they went...