She stands in the elevator, pressed between two men, their fucktoy. Her husband reaches down, slaps the Hold button. The car stalls. His hand behind her head. “Kneel.” She whimpers. Her pussy goes wet and messy, in full submission. The man who is not her husband stares cow-like at her erect nipples. He does not touch her, or speak. She kneels. “Good girl.” Her husband, voice like smooth bourbon. Her face flushes red. She...

Her husband pinches her nipple through her dress. Hard. “Are you a slut?” Nods nervously. “A dirty little slut?” Swallows. “Say it.” “I’m a dirty little slut.” Her voice tremulous, a tiny bird. “Louder.” “I’m a dirty little slut.” A new power informs her voice. Her hand snakes inside the pants of a man not her husband. He pinches her other nipple. Her husband caresses her hair. “Good girl.” He rips away the halter of her...

The nametag told them the waitress’s name was Faith, and to the side of the nametag her nipple was moving like a thing alive, with a mind all its own. It stood erect an inch away from the hem of the very green halter top of her elf costume. They watched Faith give their order to the bartender. The woman reached out and touched her husband high on the leg, inches away from his languorous cock. The waitress was his type: pe...

Her gift is knowing what he wants before he wants it. She’s been balanced on the crumbling edge of an orgasm for over two hours, her fingertips playing with her needy clit and slick lips as she kneels on the plush carpet of a midtown hotel suite. Her long dark hair is pulled back in a ponytail, wrapped with a red ribbon. The smell of her pussy hangs in the air like fog, and mixes with the familiar lure of her perfume. One...

They tossed crazy hot flame-thrower glances at each other all through the salad and the main course, but they didn't talk much, and they skipped dessert. They began fucking as soon as they got back to the hotel. They started on the floor, all but tripping over each other to get into the room and finally be alone together. They fucked their way from the floor to the couch to the bed, through the evening into late night, th...

“You haven’t been yourself, baby,” she commiserates, and it’s true. Clouds flatten the cold sky outside the window. Silent birds huddle in the trees. His response to her: a low groan. “Something's missing.” She slides her finger one knuckle deeper into his ass. As she wiggles it she feels his muscles grasp at her knuckle in galvanic response. He whimpers. “But I think we've finally found our answer.” Her breath is a feath...

She came like a thunderstorm, cried out and spilled forward with a breathy sob, bouncing down onto the carpet and flipping over in a single elegant motion. He fell back onto the floor in the opposite direction, his chest pounding, gasping for air. He let his leg lop over hers. For long moments, they lay in the dark together, letting their breathing settle, their hearts slow. A gibbous moon shone through the windows, unhur...

You remember Sonic the Hedgehog: that old-school 8-bit scrolling game where the hedgehog rushes forward, looping and soaring into the sky, snagging golden rings by the handful, every captured treasure announced by the narcotic casino ding of a fight bell in a boxing ring. I’m a middle-aged man, and happily married, but on Christmas morning in 2022 when the kids downloaded Sonic on the Nintendo and I heard all those fuckin...

Thick cock slapped against her lax, sweat-soaked face. Kat knelt on the gritty concrete, pebbles and bits of glass biting at her knees as she slipped the angry head of his shaft between her lips, teasing the underside with her warm wet tongue, giving the stranger hovering above her a scorching blast of doe-y eye contact as she sucked him. Another cock nestled against her cheek, quivering, leaking pre-cum, leaving a gliste...

Comet Quetzalcoatl—technically Comet C-2014/UN271, but called Comet Q because of some inane conspiracy theory connecting it to the gods of the Aztec calendar—curled across half the sky, visible even in the daytime, looking to Lena like the arched eyebrow of a disapproving parent. Surely the end of the world was at hand. It meant nothing of course, the comet was just another dead space rock from the Oort Cloud, unfortunate...

It was cold as fuck. Pewter gray clouds scudded in from the west, moving low and fast as I stood in line for the bus at the Greyhound terminal in Des Moines, Iowa. Dawn bloomed as a small ball of muted yellow, cowering underneath the stratus. I huddled inside my winter coat, the hood shielding my head, my hands pulled up inside the sleeves, trying to keep to a minimum my exposure to the chilly morning air. My belongings w...

“Tell me the dirtiest thing you can think of,” V whispered, her eyelashes fluttering like veils. “Why?” “So we can do it.” She smiled her filthiest smile, her tongue peeking out between her lips as if she could see inside my mind, and she probably could. Twenty minutes later we walked out of our room and into the lobby of one of the fancier hotels in New York City. I wore my tux, collar loosened, bow tie untied. V wore a...