She heard him calling her name and despite her best effort, the butterflies in her stomach took flight. Three weeks he’d been around with his college-aged painting crew and though she usually enjoyed the solitude of her home, this summer company had been a stimulating addition to her life. “UPS brought this for you.” They met in the hallway, he making his way in from outside, she walking quickly towards him from the kitch...

She couldn’t catch her breath. He’d been gone for half an hour. There was nothing to distract her but the occasional muted comings and goings of hotel traffic: the whir of luggage wheels on plush carpets, muffled cell phone conversations and the occasional laughter of partners entering and exiting the secret world of their rooms. Who would believe what she was doing in hers? Like a Catholic schoolgirl, she sat in the stra...

The first two summer months were lived in a state of suspended animation. Like a refugee, waiting forlornly in a camp, I’d wondered about my fate with a hideous sense of doom. Despite the sunshine, the sea breeze and the lack of any meaningful schedule, I found no joy in my days. Instead, each sunrise seemed to bring the certainty that things would soon cut to black. Books that I’d meant to read were left on the shelves,...

The rain bounced off the storefront window like tiny pebbles. Without sentiment, wave after wave of wind pushed in the fall months. Temperatures were dropping, the tourists were leaving and Diana Foster was looking at a long, off-season alone. During the summer months Diana’s fabric store was a favorite among the well-heeled women from Manhattan and the Boston suburbs. Busy from opening to closing, each day passed in a bl...

The reflection in the mirror was better than any fantasy I’ve ever had. She was down on her knees before me, white pumps tucked neatly under her plump, little ass and not a stitch of clothing on besides a pearl choker and long, ivory-colored gloves. One hand cupping my balls, the other stroked my cock in between the deep pulls she was taking on it. I caught my own eye, smiled at myself and remember thinking, “It will neve...

“You could have at least let me cum.” Twenty minutes later and Nikki is pissed. The walk home gave her some time to process what had gone down and while parts of it were spectacular, in her mind, an unspoken agreement had been broken. He shows no interest in placating her. “What I choose to let you do, is up to me. If you’re not okay with that, I totally get it.” She holds the phone to her ear, waiting for the right words...

She took a breath and tried to stop her fingers from shaking. She’d never won before. This was a big moment. “C-U-C-K,” she laid down four letter tiles and looked up at him for a response. He smiled smugly, not quite understanding what was about to go down. “O-L-D. And I’m going to use your ‘S’ for CUCKOLDS.” Her eyes rested on the board for a moment, taking in the finality of her wordplay and the scandalous idea she was...

This is not what Nikki was expecting but it shouldn’t really be a surprise. The loaf of banana bread in her hands, a little gift, seems naively inappropriate as the metal door clanks close behind her. The written directions wrapped around the apartment key had told her to silently walk into the middle of the atrium and wait. So, that is what she’s done. The space is well appointed if somewhat strange. Three imposing doors...

The last days of spring semester were impossible to manage. Between grading final essays and exams, delivering lectures and setting up a curriculum for the summer students, the able-bodied members of the faculty were tortured by a constant parade of freshly tanned skin, ripened breasts and an intoxicating spirit of freedom that seeped through every fold of the campus fabric. Hopelessly distracted by the sexual shopping ma...

The Mediterranean coast rolled along in the heart-tugging light of a late summer evening. Pinks, oranges and a red that flushed like blood bounced off the waves and heaved into the sky above. Her curls stretched in the warm wind, eyes weeping harmless tears in the rush. The motorcycle snaked along an ancient road curling into harbors and ripping along beaches. As the engine responded to the challenge of shifting gears, it...

I felt so vulnerable. Naked in my loft, sent to a corner. His eyes, I could feel them, were on my ass. He’d kept me there for what felt like hours. I wanted to talk to him, I wanted him to touch me but I was too scared to ask for any of that. It was cold being naked. At least, I was all goose bumps. My skin felt tight. I wondered if my neighbors were watching. I kept feeling like he was right behind me but he wasn’t. From...

He always calls right about now. Nighttime’s darkest moment, when only the desperate are awake. Naked under the covers her body aches from use but hums with anticipation. Twenty-five years old, it’s never felt so alive. Like she knew it would, the phone rings, it’s him. He’s looking for a fix, a little naughtiness before sleep. A thousand miles away, he breathes into her ear, the opening moments of a familiar ritual with...

Ruby didn’t have a judgmental bone in her body. Every suggestion of his, every “ask” was greeted with enthusiasm, a little giggle and a smile. “I want you to suck my cock?” “Yummy.” “Put the green dress on.” “You want me naked underneath?” They met at a coffee shop, the kind that is hard to find these days. No chain, no marketing, just a funky little spot on the corner of his street. Every day he stopped by for his mornin...