The bar was noisy, filled with the dull hum of conversation and clinking glass, but Dylan barely noticed. He swirled the ice in his rye and coke, already feeling blurry around the edges, his thoughts drifting to the night before, where outside this very same bar he found her. Legs wrapped around some stranger in the backseat of his car. At least it saved him the trouble of her leaving him when she realized she could do be...

The rain had been falling for hours, turning the roads into slick, black mirrors. Dylan, Amy’s fairly recent boyfriend, was supposed to drive her home, but he was wasted. The party had been fun; she even let him finger her while his two best friends watched. It had been hot in the moment, but now she was just pissed that he’d gotten trashed on her, leaving her stranded. She knew who to call. Her stepdad’s voice echoed in...

The rhythmic slapping of skin on skin and their heavy breathing could barely be heard over the rock music playing in the dimly lit bedroom, a frantic, sweaty percussion that drowned out the distant hum of the house. She rode him hard, her nails digging into his chest for leverage, her breath coming in ragged gasps that mingled with his own guttural groans. The air was thick with the scent of their exertion, a raw, private...

I padded back from the bedroom, barefoot and clad in nothing but a tiny black tank and a pair of booty shorts. The sink of the cushions shifted as I settled down beside him, leaving just enough space to be polite but close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his arm. It felt daring to sit here like this while Nick slept just upstairs, a secret thrill prickling along my skin. The silence between us wasn't empty; it wa...

It’s fucking Valentine’s Day. And I’m alone, single, and stupid enough to think my ex might actually text to say he misses me but nothing, not so much as a dick pic. Not a goddamn thing. I’d dumped his ass months ago, but that’s no reason for him to be rude and not beg for me back, and now here I was, sitting alone with a half-empty wine bottle, my pussy throbbing with frustration instead of desire. Fuck flowers. Fuck cho...

With Valentine’s Day creeping closer on the calendar, Kayla decided this year needed more than just a box of chocolates and dinner at their usual Italian spot. She pulled her phone from her pocket, scrolled through the contact list until she found Jay’s number, a photographer she’d trusted implicitly during her brief stint with modelling a few years back. The idea had been simmering in the back of her mind for weeks—a bou...

They'd spent the morning at the spa, the afternoon eating overpriced tapas and splitting bottles of crisp white wine before they enjoyed an elegant 3-course meal in the fancy resort restaurant, and now they were relaxing in the resort's hot tub, watching the sunset burn into the mountains. The tub itself was absurdly decadent—better suited for a Caligulan orgy than the wholesome brochure families who populated the rest of...

It was the third time this week he’d given her a ride home after work. His hands gripped her blonde hair as her mouth, wet and warm, bobbed up and down on his hard cock. “I’m close,” he warned. “You can cum in my mouth,” she said, taking him back into her warmth. Her pace and pressure increased until he flooded her mouth. She eagerly swallowed every drop before opening the car door and hopping out. “Thanks for the ride,”...

Alex left for college in late August, nothing packed until the night before, the last-minute anxiety and a long droning drive through the night. The small college town was two hours from everything familiar, and when he said goodbye to his girlfriend at the curb in front of her house, she wore an old hoodie of his, much to big for her petite frame, her eyes already glassy from the exhaustion of it all, the way leaving fel...