Kneeling naked on the desert floor, the last stars fade as darkness gives way to dawn. I've been here an hour. Maybe more. Time blurs when I'm with Lucas, when I surrender. The waning moon sets in the west, the sun begins its ascent in the east, celestial bodies in perfect opposition. Sand bites into my knees, a small pain that joins the chorus of sensations that are my body. Rope marks on spread thighs. Whip bruises flow...

Late morning sunlight streamed through the barn door as it creaked open, revealing shadows and memories. Alyssa stepped inside, the familiar scent of hay, leather, and old wood wrapping around her like an embrace. Her heart pounded. Four years had gone by, yet her body remembered everything about this space, the rough-hewn beams overhead, the worn wooden floor beneath, the way sunlight filtered through cracks in the walls...

Alyssa The sun hung low in the sky, casting beautiful light rays over the ranch. Settling onto the porch swing, the familiar creak of the old wood beneath me brought back memories of the recent journey home. Five days since I left San Francisco, deliberately taking the scenic way. Each mile peeled away another layer of who I'd become, revealing what had always been there underneath. My truck, a battered ranch pickup, humm...

The soft murmur of conversations blended with the clinking of silverware against plates at Doris's Café. Lunchtime brought in the usual mix, ranchers with dust-caked boots, shopkeepers stealing quick lunch breaks, retirees lingering over coffee. Matt sat in his corner booth, pen scratching out a legal brief across a yellow pad while Johnny Cash's gravelly voice drifted from the radio. A half-eaten sandwich sat neglected t...

I saw him before he saw me. I’d like to say it was the other way around, that he spotted me across the conference room and was drawn to me. But I was the one who noticed first. He was standing at the edge of the breakfast buffet, holding a plastic cup, frowning at the pastries as if they were a personal affront. He wore a classic suit that said he didn’t follow the latest fads. I tried to guess his deal. He didn’t have a...

By sunrise on Sunday, Rebel was already awake. Dawn’s first light spilled through her window, casting a warm glow over her skin, the lingering sensations from last night buzzing. Her dreams had been vivid and erotic, replaying moments with Ashland: the brush against her skin, the sharp crack of the paddle. She couldn’t get enough, always wanting more. Her fingers traced the marks left behind, a constellation of warmth and...

On Sunday, Rebel woke and faced the mirror, hardly recognizing herself. As she turned, it all clicked. She saw faint marks on her ass, reminders of what had happened the day before. Sleep had eluded her; her mind buzzed with memories, reliving it in flashes. The blindfold, the brush, the way she had to describe each feeling. One word. She felt her body’s eager response, to the pleasure, but also the pain. The focus. The w...

Sunlight streamed through the large windows of the art studio, illuminating splashes of color on the walls. Canvases leaned haphazardly, some half-finished, others left in frustration. Laughter and chatter filled the air as students scrambled to meet looming deadlines, their stress palpable with end-of-school-year pressure mounting. Rebel hunched over her messy work station, trying, without success, to ignore it all. She...

The comfy living room was a welcome relief after a long drive home for Jen as she and Kaitlin sank into the couch. Kaitlin nestled against her mother, feeling the familiar warmth radiate from Jen’s body, like a cozy blanket on a chilly evening. With a spark of excitement in her eyes, Jen began to tell the story of last week's desert mountain adventure and her unexpected encounter with Jim. Kaitlin leaned in closer, absorb...

In that half-awake, half-asleep time of early morning, your warmth draws me like a magnet. My cock stirs, reaching for you. I hesitate. You are still asleep. I don't want to wake you, but our bodies have different ideas. You stir slightly and arch back reaching for me as my cock eagerly waits between your cheeks. Guiding me between your thighs, you squeeze and press it against your warm slit. You mumble something and I re...

On the way up the mountain last month, I stopped in the little town at the base that had the only gas for a hundred miles. The building dates to the 1890s and serves coffee and sells a few groceries and tourist items. It's the only store in a town of forty people. The gas pump still has the rotating dials, no digital. One side doesn't work. To get the other side to work often requires tapping your heels together and turni...

A dust plume signaled the approach of a rig up the long gravel road to Sierra's ranch house. In a few minutes, she recognized Otsoa's pickup and smiled in anticipation of seeing the Basque piano tuner again. He usually came by each spring and fall to tune her Steinway baby grand that had been in the family for three generations. She never knew when he would arrive, he had no phone. He came when the time was right. This ti...

I come for my weekly piano lesson, doing some warm ups and then starting the piece I'm working on. You seem somewhat distracted, not giving feedback as usual. I make some intentional mistakes. You say nothing. I skip several stanzas. No comments. Your eyes have a faraway look. I stop playing and turn to face you. "What's up, Anne? You seem distracted." You startle and blush. "Sorry, I was thinking of something else." "I p...

Jim pulled into the campground around noon on a warm, sunny fall Sunday. Cool, crisp nights had started color changes turning the desert landscape into a vivid array of golds and reds. It was his favorite time to be here for nature photography. The campground at the base of the mountain range was at 3200 ft. and the peak was 10,000 ft. The elevation and weather changes provided varied photo opportunities. He spent at leas...

On hands and knees, she crawls across the floor, through the shadows, toward light illuminating his lap. It is her goal and allows her to keenly focus. Every movement forward leaves behind a layer of tension, stress, the illusions of the world, like walking down stone steps into a cave deep underground. Static noise in her head lessens. Light becomes softer, less harsh. She feels the strong rhythm of her heart as anticipa...