I stand in the dorm laundry room. My hamper grasped in my hand, and my heart pounds. It’s late—past eleven on a Thursday—and the place is empty. I chose this hour on purpose. Fewer witnesses. Less chance anyone will see my clothes and underwear. I know it’s a silly concern to have, considering where I am, but I’m neurotic at the best of times. I set the hamper down and opened the nearest washer. The door swings out, and m...

Lisa’s eyes snap open. For one millisecond, her facial expression is one of pure bliss. Before reality sets in. She gasps sharply, and looks down at Oliver in a panic. Oliver freezes mid-motion. He's still crouched in front of her, with his fingertips resting on the half-unzipped fly of her jeans. The delicate white lace of her bikini briefs hovers close to his face. His heart hammers so violently he’s convinced she can h...

Oliver Cloesoff is a 23-year-old recent college graduate who cannot find affordable housing or a steady relationship. And because of that, he moves back in with his parents in a quiet middle-class suburban neighbourhood filled with teachers, retirees, and young families. He is medium-built, down on his luck, and still jobless, despite his education. He soon learns that a single mom in her mid-30s named Lisa Robins has mov...

Andrew and Emma stand in the living room of their shared apartment, remnants of graduation caps and gowns still scattered like confetti from a week ago. Andrew, bookish and medium-built, adjusts his glasses as he scrolls through his phone. Emma, also medium-built and more outgoing, bounces on her toes with excitement, her calm smile lighting up the room. They have been close friends since childhood, and have just graduate...

Anthony Clarkson pushes open the heavy glass doors of the university library, seeking a brief oasis of peace between his morning lecture and the next class. At 19, he's navigating his second year as a graphic design major, and the campus hustle often leaves him craving quiet moments like this. It's the 2020s, so the library resembles more of a tech hub than a traditional book haven—rows of sleek computers dominate the spa...

In the city's dark underbelly, where the barrier between worlds thins, Elara waits—a succubus from an ancient bloodline. Her skin glows a deep, seductive red. Curved horns arch from her forehead, and leathery wings fold tightly against her back, concealed when she desires. Her amber, slitted eyes burn with constant insatiable hunger. Elara does not feed on flesh or souls like lesser demons. She savours pride, drawing it f...

Alex can only stare off into space. What do you even say to a proposition like this? He was expecting Mia to punish him for touching her underwear; that’s fair. But… this?! She’s making him wear her underwear instead of his own for a week?! He realizes he has said nothing for almost a minute; Mia’s waiting for him to respond. “I’m sorry… what?!” he asks Mia. Mia inhales and responds in a tone not unlike impatience, “You a...

For centuries, the North Pole had operated with the flawless precision of a well-oiled music box. Every December, sacks of letters cascaded through the enchanted mail chutes in glittering avalanches. Elves hammered, sawed, painted, and enchanted toys until their nimble fingers blurred into green streaks. Reindeer pawed the frost in perfect synchronization, and Santa’s sleigh lifted off every Christmas Eve on the stroke of...

Leo lounges in his dorm room, the morning sun filtering through the thin curtains like a lazy haze. He spins idly in his desk chair; the wheels squeaking softly against the worn linoleum floor. It is one of those quiet days on campus—no classes until mid-afternoon, no pressing assignments screaming for attention. The silence feels heavy, almost oppressive. He glances around the cramped space: posters of indie bands peelin...

Alex and Mia had been inseparable for nearly a decade, their friendship forged in the innocent days of childhood playdates and shared secrets. They'd seen each other grow up, from awkward pre-teens with braces and bad haircuts to the confident teens they were now. Alex had watched Mia's hair grow long and wavy, her laugh lines deepen from all their inside jokes. Mia had seen Alex grow, his voice drop, his shoulders broade...

Leo sat alone in his dorm room one quiet Thursday evening in early October, the campus outside buzzing faintly with the distant laughter of students heading to weekend parties. Ben, his roommate, was out at a study group that would inevitably turn into a beer pong tournament. The room was dimly lit by a single desk lamp, casting soft shadows over the cluttered space—textbooks piled on the floor, a half-eaten pizza box fro...

Lila sat in the darkened movie theater, her legs crossed tightly beneath her miniskirt, her hands fidgeting in her lap. The flickering light of the screen illuminated the faces of her friends—Sophie, Mia, and Emma—whose giggles and whispers filled the air during the quieter moments of the romantic comedy. The film was predictable: a charming, muscular male lead with a chiseled jaw, a quirky female lead with a wardrobe tha...

The weeks following Leo’s return to college were a whirlwind of midterms, late-night coffee runs, and the quiet thrill of his evolving confidence. The pink cotton panties with the tiny heart embroidery became his go-to, a private talisman of the shift Chloe had sparked over the holidays. Every time he slipped them on, he felt a flicker of that New Year’s resolution—be braver. Not loud, not flashy, but braver in his own qu...

The smell of pancakes and maple syrup wafted up the stairs as Leo descended, the soft pressure of the green cotton boyshorts grounding him with every step. His heart still raced from the whirlwind of emotions—panic, relief, and now a tentative, unfamiliar joy. Chloe’s acceptance had shifted something fundamental in him. For the first time, his secret didn’t feel like a weight. It felt like… possibility. Downstairs, the Ch...

The first time Leo pulled on a pair of women’s underwear, it was an accident born of curiosity and a late-night online shopping spree. A package had arrived for his roommate, Ben, a blur of mixed-up orders and shared Amazon passwords. Among Ben’s new video games and protein powder was a single, stray item: a pair of black cotton panties with a delicate lace waistband. Simple, soft, and utterly out of place. Ben, upon disc...