Friday morning, I loaded my stuff for the weekend and said goodbye to my dad. I was supposed to be spending the weekend at my mom’s, but I’d already told her that something had come up. I had other plans—plans that had me so excited I could hardly keep still. The drive to school felt endless. I sat through my classes trying to take notes, but my head wasn’t in it. My stomach fluttered, and I kept glancing at the clock. At...

Katie had always seemed like the sort of girl who’d smile politely at a dirty joke and then blush if anyone looked at her too long. At twenty-two, she was the picture of wholesome reliability — blonde hair that caught the sun, clear blue eyes that made older women at church comment how “fresh” she looked, and a retail job at a sporting goods store where the most scandalous thing she ever did was sell a high school kid a f...

When I turned eighteen, I wanted something that would light a fire under me—a thrill so raw it’d make my heart slam against my ribs. I wasn’t about to sit around waiting for life to hand me excitement. So, I grabbed my phone and called this club ninety miles away, a place I’d heard whispered about for wild nights and even wilder dancers. The manager’s voice came through like velvet wrapped in steel. She asked about my exp...

There was a time when I was flat-out broke. My little part-time job wasn’t even covering the basics—I needed new tires just to make it through winter, some decent clothes, and a few other things my parents definitely weren’t going to pay for. A friend of mine had been on a sugar-dating website and was doing really well. One night I was sitting at home, watching the snow pile up, thinking, “Is this something I want to try?...

Darrell had only been in town for a day, a work trip that dumped him in a mid-sized city with no one he knew and nothing to do but kill time in a hotel room. But on that Friday night, the hotel bar buzzed with just enough life to draw him out. He wore jeans, a black button-up, and the easy smile of a man looking for a good time. He drank a few beers, casually watching the room until she walked in. Tall. Elegant. Long blac...

It started like any normal date. Dinner, a movie, some casual flirting. I was wearing this little black dress — short enough to show off my legs, low-cut enough to get his attention. We sat near the back of the theater, and pretty soon his hand found its way to my thigh. I didn’t stop him. As the movie dragged on, I barely paid attention. His fingers kept inching higher, just brushing the edge of my panties beneath the he...