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...

A soft, delicate poutexploring the contoursof the topological landscape. Once meticulously mapped,tender lips tiptoeing alongthe lush valley carved betweentwin mounts on the way to meettheir yearning counterparts. Hands now taking o’er the reconnaissanceaforesaid vent’rous mushy rim of fleshhave relinquished,distracted by alluring callsresembling a siren's song. Sharp fangs sinking deepinto yielding flanksas calloused rou...

I slam the car door shut and impatiently wait for the taxi driver to open the trunk. I know I’ve been bad company on the drive. Feels terrible. Lost in recollections, re-running the past few hours over and over in my head—a supposedly fleeting memory now etched into my brain. I grab my suitcase, slide my hand in my pocket and, lost in regretful rumination of the previous night, produce a handful of crumpled bills I transf...

Do you know those moments when your entire being is pushing you to test the boundaries, chase the excitement, explore these uncharted waters of unprecedented thrill? Let me just tell you that I have an innate talent of, sometimes deliberately, self-sabotaging them. If it is for good reason, you may wonder—maybe a deeper sense of loyalty or overly strict ideas of exemplary principles or any other howsoever-natured virtuous...

"Mind if I light a smoke?" he asked. "Isn't that what you came for in the first place?" she queried back. He chuckled, nervously fidgeting with the pack, checking one last time if anyone he knew was there like a teenager who'd dusted off his dad's stash of old Hustlers. "Aren't you a bit old to care about what others think?" she chided him playfully and added, under her breath, "Bloody first-timers," not caring whether it...

The bedroom is all set up: candles lit, house deserted, cat on her nightly tour. Looking forward to the great midnightly spectacle, I check the pendulum clock on the wall: Friday, 11.58 pm—the perfect time. All is set up as instructed. I'm sitting on the bed, cross-legged, holding the mysterious, beautifully crafted cube in my hand. My index traces the ornaments on it, the intricate designs, the seemingly erratic patterns...

He comes home early. Door's locked. Strange. Calls for his wife from the hallway—no reply. Groceries? Not her usual time. Upstairs, bedroom, he figures, taking a nap—not there either. A suspicious movement in the corner of his eye—the garden! Huh? Naked? Dancing seductively? Why? Sinking feeling. A lover? In the garden? Bitch! Rushing downstairs and out—no one else there. Relief—confused relief. "Hey hun," she greets him....

“Fuck, I should have known better,” Ella muttered under her breath, reaching for the bag of breakfast cereals, “than to—Argh!—let a ghost have his way with me.” She slammed the door of the cupboard with determined frustration. “And a desperate incapable virgin at that!” “Hey, I heard that!” came a disembodied voice from inside the refrigerator she was opening to find the disembodied head of her latest sexual escapade, loo...

"Gotta tell you something," she hesitated, nervousness obvious, avoiding his gaze in shame. "I stuff my bra—got really small boobs." "That's okay. I prefer flat-chested girls," he replied, equally uncomfortable with his upcoming confession, voice cracking, trailing off: "I, uh, have... a... baby-sized cock," last word barely audible. "No big deal," she breathed, elated to hear he'd been hiding something too, "I cum harder...

I walk over the cool meadow, the dewy blades of grass sliding between my naked toes, the pleasant dampness wetting my soles. You lie in the sun as you always do, patiently waiting for me, gaze fixed to the sky. The grass beside you is soft and warm, the condensed moisture dried from the warm morning sun. I lie down next to you, silent for a while, irrationally hoping I'll hear your voice. Instead, it's the singing of the...

"Kiss me," croaked the frog. Took him in my hands; noticed the prominent crown on his head. How do fairytale princesses keep missing obvious details? Superficial tarts! "Kiss me, fair damsel." He stared at my cleavage. Definitely a dude. Rolled my eyes. "Kiss me," begging. I obliged. Poof. Wait... a prince-ess? Tears in her eyes. "The curse is lifted. Thank you. I am forever yours." She halted mid-jump at me; eyes locked...

“Dude, you gotta see this,” Pat said. “Fresh meat.” I rolled my eyes. There were several ways of coping with being constantly surrounded by death and putrefaction, the perks of working in the morgue-slash-autopsy of the forensics department. Pat just had this way of calling me over for every new delivery, as I called them, with the excitement of a kid on its eighth birthday party piñata. I had to cut him some slack, thoug...

Tremendous fascination can be found in spices—take capsaicin. While leaving most other living species indifferent, it induces sharp, lasting pain in mammal mucus. Owing to these features, it has found widespread use in agronomy against rodent pests or as doping in equestrian sports. The reason for the pain is because it fits like a key to a lock in the active site of the pain receptors of our nerve endings. The reason for...

The day was especially quiet—not that much happened in those cubicles anyway but on this particularly bland day when even the clouded sky tried to blend in with the monotonous gray of the city's concrete jungle. The office was so quiet, Julian thought he'd even hear the synchronized blinking of an entire floor of expendable office workers he ignored the names of. He would have tried to give them funny nicknames like 'big...

Robert walked up to the counter. From the dottiness of his steps, it was clear he was uncomfortable walking. The elderly receptionist adjusted her glasses. She too was wearing the sterile pastel mint green scrubs. “St. Andrew's emergency service, how may I help you?” she asked, her eyes inspecting him, wagering whether he was really in a state of emergency or if she'd decide to let him wait like these thousands of other p...