The club pulsed with the kind of energy only freshers’ week could bring, sticky floors underfoot, bass thumping through the walls, and the sharp tang of cheap vodka and sweat hanging in the air. Rachel clung to her plastic cup, her fingers damp from condensation and nerves, her wide eyes darting between the writhing bodies on the dance floor and the clusters of laughter-shouting strangers near the bar. She had dressed car...

I had been tutoring Chris in Math for several months. I'm 18, studying at college. A little short, and a bit chubby, but I am thankfully blessed with huge tits and my mom’s blonde hair. Chris, on the other hand, is quite different. He's part of the football program. He is muscular and very tall. His black skin has always been something I found hard to resist. Over time, we had become friends, but today felt different. Chr...

After a shy knock at the door, Mr Smithson's eyes were drawn to Bethia as she entered his photography office, her hips swaying with each step. Her curves were accentuated by the fitted dress she wore, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of capturing her beauty on film. Her full breasts bounced with every movement, the fabric of her clothing stretched tightly over them. With each step, the fai...