Prom night. Now, that’s the night a girl is expected to give up her virginity, ain’t it? Well, unless she’s saving it for her wedding night, I suppose. But I can’t recall any girl in my school who managed to keep her legs shut long enough to get to the altar. Except Virginia Gadson, that is. She was as pure as the driven snow, or so she made out. Knowing her like I did, I believed her. She was as prim and proper as any mo...

Mason met the morning with overwhelming optimism. Spring’s welcome arrival dispelled winter's overcast, allowing the sun to shine in the sapphire brilliance of a rejuvenated sky. Its golden disk was still low, yet its exotic caress warmed his mood as well as his skin. Wearing a pair of loose-fitting cargos and a striped t-shirt, Mason smiled as he imagined what Natasha might wear in this kind of heat. She was a beautiful,...

"I'm sorry, Mia. I'm not going to make it tonight..." There was more after that, of course. His sorry-assed apologies rolled on and on about how much he hated standing me up. If only it weren't for this or that or the other thing... Bla bla bla... It was all a bunch of pathetic bullshit that didn't mean shit to me. Because, like, there I was, with my makeup all perfect and everything and wearing a tiny back dress that was...

Walker’s mouth was hanging wide open as I walked out of that barn. I’d left him speechless, for once, and once I was gone, it was all I could do to keep from running my little ass off back to the house. My God, I was buzzing with excitement, and so full of myself that I felt I might burst if I didn’t run or scream or do anything that would have let the pressure out of my chest. I was proud of what I’d done and ashamed of...

It was getting hot in that truck, and I’m not talking about Arkansas’s spring. Outside, it was a comfortable seventy-two degrees and the sun was setting, filling the horizon with glorious shades of orange and red. The heat was coming from Billy and me. He had parked behind a lonely stand of trees in the middle of a field, just as he always did, giving us the secluded privacy we needed to kiss and explore each other in way...

Ethan’s attention was split as Pal’s lovely accent filled the air like the scent of an exotic dish. His gaze fixed on a glass of wine as the golden fluid slowly swayed with the rocking of the ship. It was a slight motion, muted and easy to miss by one not intimate with the nuances of an ocean cruise. This seeming distraction was merely an affectation, a subtlety allowing him to seem less than overly eager to seduce the th...

Tara was breathless. Her full breasts, pert and hard, were heaving on her chest, rising and falling as her aching muscles slowly unclenched under her glistening skin. Only after finally catching her breath was she able to relax into the bed. This was her third mind-bending orgasm in the last hour and her head was swimming from the ecstasy her girlfriend was forcing out of her. She’d have risen and dashed away if only for...

Some girls are born to wear jeans. Maybe it’s the way the fit displays her ass, or perhaps how the skin-tight denim reveals the alluring shape of her thighs. Whatever it might be, some women can be sexy as hell in nothing more than an old pair of Levi’s. Gina was one of those girls. Blessed with nice tits and a figure that made blue jeans cling to her ass like Saran Wrap, she made my cock ache. That and the tight-fitting...

Alicia’s mind was racing. Her improbable journey from a broke coed who wasn't surprised at being stood up on a date to being a high-priced call girl with a six-figure bank account was enough to confuse anyone. But finding herself tied to a bed by the sexiest woman she'd ever met- even though just months ago she’d have sworn to be completely straight- was truly mind-boggling. But, here she was. And, she loved it. All of it...

Alicia added the last boxes to a depressingly large stack on her living room floor. She was relieved that her move was almost complete, but still dreaded the prospect of unpacking and finding places for all of her things. Stepping out on the balcony, she sighed contentedly, desiring nothing more in that moment than to enjoy her new apartment's fourteenth-floor view of the majestic cityscape unfolding before her. So much i...

Shit, he’s thirty minutes late and still no text. The son of a bitch is ghosting me! Alicia shoved her phone back into her purse, cursing herself for picking the wrong guy. Again. I should’ve known better than to trust a guy named Chad! Why didn’t I swipe left on his ass? But it wasn’t his name that made her swipe right. She’d answered him because he was hot. That was her first mistake. He probably had two dates lined up...

The house was quiet when I shut the shower off. On any other day, I’d have heard Teresa getting dressed or fussing at me to hurry up and make some coffee while she made the bed. That was our routine. Get up and exchange friendly banter while we rushed to leave for our respective jobs on time. Oddly, I missed it on those rare mornings she took a day off for herself. This, however, was one of those days. Not that I minded....

It was a Tuesday, just before midnight, not that it mattered. Monsters of flesh and bone were well known to haunt Chicago’s labyrinthian streets after the sun made its way across the Illinois sky. These were dangerous hours on any night, hours that all but the most foolish, or foolhardy, would gladly have chosen to avoid. Those compelled to leave the sanctuary of their homes during those foreboding hours, did so with a si...

It was intolerably hot on that bus. Even with my window open, I felt as if I were apt to suffocate. It was August in 1968, and the world? Well, it was a’changin. The war in Vietnam was raging, young people were protesting in the streets, and this big concert called Woodstock was looking to be the biggest thing to hit the country since cornbread. That’s why I left home. I was eighteen and free; and I was done living in the...

Dani, you get dressed right this minute! Your father will be back soon and he don’t need to see you lying out in the damn yard, naked as the day the lord made you! “Killjoy”, I scoffed at the text. “Daddy is why I’m out here, silly.” Laughing, I closed Messenger and put my phone back on the arm of my lawn chair. The sun felt like a warm caress on my skin as I stretched my arms over my head, reclining back into the comfort...