I’m on my feet before my alarm even has time to reach its second chime. My bare soles slap against the cold hardwood floor as I pad across the hallway, half-running, half-tiptoeing. The guest bedroom’s door is still ajar, like I left it last night. I hold my breath, heart pounding in my throat, then peek in, risking a glance. Leo is there, this was not a dream. He sleeps soundly, which feels a little unfair considering I...

“Thanks for staying behind and helping out.” I look up from the sticky coffee table to find Willow holding a trash bag. She’s smiling at me. Which makes me feel a bit sad for her? “No big deal.” I shrug. “Yeah, well I still appreciate it.” She disappears out the front door, hair bouncing as she goes. She’s been growing it out and it reaches her shoulders now. Suits her much better than the buzz cut she used to rock. Not a...

I wiped my palms on my lap and sat a little straighter. One last scan of the room to make sure nothing too identifying was in frame. But no, it was just me, sitting on the bed with the laptop perched beside me on the duvet. It pinged. PenisBackflip, my most generous benefactor, was calling on Discord. Deep breath, too late to back out now. I clicked the green icon. “Hey you,” I chirped. A blank screen stared back at me. “...

I wake up, surrounded by warmth and softness. “You’re pinching me,” Emma whispers in my ear. My eyes blink open, remembering where I fell asleep. My best friend’s bed. Her freckled face is right in front of mine, her green gaze barely an inch away. The squishy feeling in my hand is her right breast, which I’ve been unconsciously mauling. “Sorry,” I say, not meaning it in the least. She smiles, so do I. I ease up, but don’...

The door creaked open, spilling a sliver of light into the darkened room. Allie slipped inside, her bare, wet skin tingling against the warm air, the smell of sweat, spit and semen sticking to her. As the door closed behind her the sounds of the dungeon vanished, leaving a heavy silence. She had expected to be alone in the cool-down room, so she started when a slight voice rose up from one of the beds. “H-Hello?” It was a...

Will “Come in,” Lucy called. I pushed the door open, and crinkled my nose from the stale air. How mad would my roommate get if I were to pop her bedroom’s window open? She sat hunched at her desk, eyes fixed on the massive screen while the LEDs of her PC tower played over her face. Her cat-eared headset had seen better days. I leaned in against the doorframe. Judging by how ratty her hair looked, she’d rolled straight fro...

The upload sat blinking at 100%, waiting for me to confirm the transfer. I bit my lip and replayed the opening for what had to be the hundredth time tonight. ”Hello guys, it’s QuietPixel.” The 2D version of me smiled from the screen. I knew the video had come out perfect. I had scrubbed the background noise and trimmed the dead air. I sounded great, I looked great. And even better, Will’s cock looked awesome with my hands...

My back cracked as I stretched over the coffee table. I’d gone for a late run then tried to make up for the closed gym with a few push-ups and squats in the cramped living room. Anything to stay active through the lockdown really. “You done stinking up the place?” a voice teased behind me. I jerked around. Lucy stood there in a towel, wringing the last beads of water from her hair. Steam curled out from the bathroom, her...

Whatever greeting I expected from Aurelia when she opened the door, it wasn’t the tight hug and giddy kiss she planted on my lips. “Uh... hi,” I said, off-balance. Aurelia rolled her eyes, pulling back with a light chuckle. “Screw you. I’m allowed to be happy to see you. It’s been forever.” “It’s been two weeks,” I muttered, before shooting a feverish glance over her shoulder at the empty living room. “Finn’s not here?” T...

I push lower this time, getting my chest as close to the ground as possible, and my spine creaks. With the amount of running I'm doing lately, I have no choice but to take stretching more seriously. Across the walkway, an old lady, my upstairs neighbor, I think, gives me a sympathetic smile as she lugs a grocery bag into the building. She's probably used to the sight by now: Roman Miller, sweating the anxiety through his...

“Back in a sec,” Maddie chirps, right before bolting from the terminal check-in line and disappearing in the crowd, blonde ponytail wagging behind her. Paige snorts. “She needs to get her prostate checked out.” I look down at my little sister. She smiles at me, happy to let me carry her bags. It’s a lot of stuff, even if she ended up staying two weeks at my place. Maddie and I took turns showing her around the city whenev...

“Hurry up,” Tasha scolds me. She’s the one who told me to ‘slut it up.’ I’d love to see her try to haul ass in four-inch heels without snapping an ankle. She picked flats, of course. The hypocrite. “It’s my birthday, you don’t get to talk to me like that,” I whine. It’s not very effective. She doesn’t slow down. A gust of wind passes right through my coat, and I hunch lower, cursing my little black dress for doing absolut...

I wake up cold, on my side. My hand fumbles forward, seeking Roman’s reliably warm chest. Instead, I smack into a freezing concrete wall. Kill me. I’m alone in my stupid-narrow dorm bed. I groan and shove my face under the pillow. “Tash’, turn off your fucking alarm.” But the blaring doesn’t stop. And right as I think my day can’t start any worse, Tasha, my roommate, yanks the covers clean off my back. “Put some clothes o...

The priest, a withered man from Martinique whose voice still carries better than the old chapel’s speakers, finally tells us to sit down for the last time. All around us, the small parish slumps with relief. Nearly two hours of Christmas mass has worn them down. I look over at the four Millers, sitting in a well-behaved row. Predictably, my eyes land on Roman’s broad shoulders. He’s not doing anything special. Just breath...

The small changing room smells like incense and freshly laundered towels. I take the robe from the hook and slide into it, luxuriating in the soft, cloud-like fabric against my skin. A satisfying tug cinches the belt around my waist. Jules meets me in the hallway with a caring smile, her black hair spilling neatly over her shoulders. She’s tall and elegant despite wearing the same cozy gown as I and a discreet beach bag....