It was the first of December, a vicious, cold sleet drove across the grey cobblestones to announce the new month. It was already darkening, the soft glow of streetlights providing a weak light reflected in the recent snow. My head was buried as deeply as possible in the upturned collar of my overcoat. I was lost in my own thoughts. I needed to get laid. It had been weeks. I was getting desperate. In my melancholic reverie...

Anton had always wanted to play a woman. A talented cellist, he had occupied principal chair in the city’s symphony for the past three years. Music was his life, but this, his douleur exquise, was a burning tattoo on his soul. An unrequited craving that created a bottomless ache in him that he tried to satisfy with his cello but never could. Play her like a musical instrument. Bring exquisite music from her, wringing sens...

I’d heard her initially, clicking heels echoing along the drab subway platform. It was almost midnight on Christmas Day. Turning at the sound I only saw her from behind. A cascade of honey-hued blonde hair flowed over a short, dark winter coat. Her legs were bare. My eyes slid across her black heels, hovering over the thick leather straps that circled each narrow ankle. Her coat hung loosely; other than her glorious hair...

The lengthy slit in my new stepsister’s black skirt was slowly falling away exposing a particularly well shaped leg. I was home for Christmas, my first time since my mother had remarried. Her new husband was, in my view, a wealthy, pompous ass. Chloe was pretty with the lithesome body that only a 19 year old can have. I didn’t particularly like her; she behaved like a spoilt rich girl and was all too aware of her looks. I...

I got bored with the missionary position real fast. Many of you probably know, once you’ve worked your way through the Kama Sutra, well, then things get really interesting. Being both imaginative and possessed of a somewhat disreputable character I had enjoyed sexual adventures, some of which are best not described, even here. I’d made a filthy amount of money in nanotechnology right out of college having discovered a man...

Emma had a terrible reputation. Office whore. Slut. Shameless. Rumour had it her voracious sexual appetites were almost never fully satisfied. Notoriety? It was her drug. Even dressed for the office she was the promise of endless nights of steamy sensuality. I thought about her incessantly. I had imagined fucking her so many times it was starting to feel like we had already had sex. I couldn’t care less about her reputati...

The explosion caught me completely by surprise. I awoke 3 days later, tubes and wires snaking from my body, surrounded by shades of white. Absolute silence. I was sure I was dead. The cobwebs slowly fell away. Hospital. I anxiously began an examination of my inert body. It looked like everything was still there. I had a sudden moment of terror at the discomfort between my legs. Gingerly I managed to pull the covers back o...

Yellow sundress. Her dirty blonde hair disarranged by the soft breeze. She knew I was watching. Soundlessly I crept behind her. Staring off into the distance, she leaned back against me. The perfect curve of her ass pressed, determinedly, against the throbbing ache between my legs. I couldn’t see her impish smile but I knew it was there. Surreptitiously my hand slid beneath her dress, as I eyed the busy sidewalk. Tracing...

It was just a fragment of timeMuch like any otherCarnal longing consumed our thoughtsAnd left us melted to inaction I thought I saw a hint of invitationGlowing in the corner of your smileBut I was so obliviousLost in my shimmery world of you That I forgotThe moment lostCast like fountain coinsOr those down wishing wells Buts that’s ok,It’s best that wayThe heart suffers with interruptionThese worlds we build of dust and d...

Tiffany Myles. Pop Star. Her fame based more on clever marketing of her saccharine image than on her actual talent. I had been assigned to write her autobiography. She was twenty-three. I had contemplated telling my publisher to jam it but after my latest Vegas adventure, I needed the money. Twenty-three. For fuck’s sake. At thirty-four I had minimal tolerance for pop tarts or their insipid music.Our first meeting took pl...

Your smile always shatters meA million shards of longingThe unbearable desolationOf your absence soon forgotten Vanished to your incandescent kissOh! How you fill this emptinessYour beauty is dark sorceryLet loose chaotic ecstasy The devil’s smoulder in your eyesUnspoken invitationYour touch ignites exquisite acheSilk whispers, captivation Tonight you are my universeThe heavens set afireStar swept skies that burn, burn, b...

Pink Lipstick I twist your hair around my wristAnd slowly push you to your kneesFirelight dancing in your eyesWe both know what you needMy thumb traces your pink lipstick You tremble but don’t speakYou want to hide your hungerBut you’re betrayed, by nipples peakedStraining forward anxiouslyRough ropes about your wristsI raise an eyebrow slowlyThere’s something you have missedYour eyes downcast in realizationYou forgot wha...

In you I always lost myself but I never knew A heart could turn to blackened dust and I’d be losing you The feather touch of memories that swirl around my head And there’s an empty shape of you lying in my bed Where once our hearts were synchronized Our promises were atomized A love that turned to empty words When once your voice was all I heard Our fingers touched electric, that lightning thrill The softness in your lost...

My name is Katy. I’m from a small New England town where my family has lived for centuries. My father is the town banker, my mother the volunteer who drives everyone crazy with her strident manner. Describing my family as starchy would be putting it mildly and my childhood was quite strict. My parents were very controlling although I love them both dearly. I like to think I’m kind of pretty, though I wish my breasts were...

I stepped into the room; you stood there in a short, black silk dress that fit you like a suggestion, accentuating every captivating curve. I stood for a moment and simply watched you, admiring your stunning beauty. The thin straps of your dress had already fallen from your delicate shoulders, leaving them bare… You smiled, that perfect smile that never fails to set my heartbeat faster. I stepped toward you, the anticipat...