Sweat, heat, near-unbearable moisture. Moving masses, drenched bodies, sticky clothes. The fast chorus animates the audience to another circle pit, intensity increasing with the crescendo of aggression in the anti-fascist lyrics. A smile flashes across my lips as my small, braless breasts enticingly bounce with each jump, their firm jiggling only emphasized by the thin tank top that threatens to turn more translucent with...

Dumbstruck and mouth stupidly agape, I drank in the sight of this stunningly pretty lady whose age had not taken any of her looks; quite the contrary. If anything, age had proven generous to her and turned her into an unparalleled beauty that rivaled any of my acquaintances and held the promise of the spice of decades of experience. Wordlessly but shame written all over her expression, she closed the gap between us, cuppe...

Tentatively, I stepped forward and unsheathed the iaito in one smooth motion, making sure the immediate cut would precede my foot and yet that the stance was secure and stable before the sword hit its imaginary target—a true challenge in coordination and body control. My posture would be low enough to conceal my feet’s position under the folds of the hakama. The tip of the blade arrives first, I reminded myself when I let...

Cheeks flushed, I adjust my glasses, trying to keep my composure. I’m still waiting for a reply from anyone, hoping against hope, despite years of experience, that one of my students might raise their hand for once. They say hope dies last. But, well, it still dies, right? Almost ready to designate a volunteer by myself to come to the blackboard, the surprise of the big-titted bimbo raising her hand hits me deep. Who woul...

The High Priestess fastened the belt on the youngling’s ritual robe. She let her pupil bring the dedicated dagger on a gold-ornate cushion and hooked it into the holster. She mumbled the re-run of the ritual for the umpteenth time with her innate verbose opulence, using grandiose-sounding words like ‘perihelion’, ‘solstice’, ‘borealis’ yadda-yadda-yadda. It was clear from her clinical tone that she had given the speech to...

Sitting on the edge of the bed naked, I let my swollen eyes scan the room, not knowing what to look at yet desperate for something to hold on to, to give me answers. My gaze wanders over the trail of clothes I have discarded on the straightest way from the apartment door to my bed. I just wanted to get rid of them as if by shedding them, I’d be able to shake off the crippling guilt and pain. Finally, my eyes come to linge...

“No way!” Daniel heard a familiar voice as he was filling his plate with appetizers from the copious buffet. “Dannyboy! What brings you here?” asked his former brother-in-law—the cool one, in his opinion, and the only person in that family still allowed to call him that. The only person, in fact, who still talked to him—or had ever talked to him for that matter, including his ex-wife. “Well, it’s Chloe’s wedding and I’m t...

I swallow and gasp even before my throat is back in position when I remember where the glistening on her fingertip comes from. As if all it took for me to forget were the five seconds she deliberately took to transport the essence of her lust from her pussy to this pair of plump, kissable cushions I fell in love with the moment I lay my eyes upon them. My gaze closely follows as her full lips hug the tip of her index. The...

Sitting in his rattan chair, David was lazily scrolling through a comic book, chill music droning from his Telefunken ghettoblaster that predated himself by easily a decade (as the 'made in West Germany' label testified). These moments of careless idling with no need for justification were the ones that made him appreciate his decision of moving into that cheap shared apartment with some college kids, despite him having p...

It is so vividly etched into my mind: the recollection of when I saw you enter that room which, although being crowded and the music blasting from the speakers, made me feel alone and left out. I was about to leave the party, stagger home, crawl back to bed when your eyes instantly sought mine and their corners wrinkled up naturally in your kind, warm smile. But what did it for me, really, was that deep color that seemed...

Ed blindly twisted the tuning peg of his bass’ E-string, thanking the audience for their support. He adjusted his cheap Mediterranean marketplace rip-off Ray-Bans and threw the guitarist—the Diva—an approving glance. As always on stage, he reminded himself why he, a guitarist of over twenty years, had filled the vacancy as bassist in a barely-three-chord amateur punk band: he didn’t need the hype—nor the pathetically youn...

A densely populated city street. Rush hour. Lazily, I walk down the strip mall, caring little about the latest fashion on display. What interests me far more is finding the few passers-by that are not absorbed by compensating their mental voids with ephemeral, cheap material possessions and pretentious status symbols. Granted, I give a poor target for a consumption-oriented free-market economy. This thought of outrageous...

Carefully, I knot the silken blindfold behind your head. Sitting on your lap, I sit upright to overlook my preparations: your hands cuffed to the bedposts, arms open wide, the delicate fabric covering your primary sensory organ, the broad shoulders over your muscular chest with just that cute yet not sylvan patch of stray body hair I sometimes play with, your legs apart with the ropes pulling on your ankles, keeping you s...

At last, the ball gag was removed, leaving a rubbery feeling in Mark’s cheeks and teeth. The invasive sensation in his mouth was gone although it hadn’t hurt half as much as the butt plug being forcefully inserted into his anus. Moving his jaw in an attempt to ease the discomfort, he tried to make out the feeling of his protesting sphincter clenching the polished steel. In all his self-honesty, he had to admit, he just re...

Every thrust of you a sting to my heart, I'm reminded of my promise. I wouldn't fall for him; unlike all others before. I love you too much. So easily broken. My mind revels in memories. His touch—my body melting... His lips—my mind following... His tongue—my legs trembling... Those recollections, vivid enough to make up for your shortcomings, fuel my climax. Your final thrust triggers our mutual release—yours sweeter tha...