“Thank you and now get the hell into your room. I can't work with you beside me,” Claire scolded her roommate Christopher with just a hint of desperation in her voice. “Come on, you didn't even receive the e-mail with your exam questions yet. Besides, it was you who came to me almost crying because your internet connection wasn't working. How did you accidentally delete our Wi-Fi password from your computer?” Christopher...

Late Summer; just before Fall equinox. His favorite time of the year. Leaves changing color. Air getting cooler. Dusk falling just as his homeward bicycle ride takes him through the forest. Dusk always appears unusually long during these two weeks. Long shadows and stray sun rays playing with the greenery; glimpses of wildlife from afar. Much-needed solitude of the forest after a long day at the office. Time for self-refl...

Thank you. Xoxo, the text read. Sean cursed at the prospect of having to endure Michael's various caprices longer than necessary and at his inability to say no—more accurately: to say no to the pair of perky breasts Michael's mother, Sharon, used to keep in either no bra or a sports bra under her tank top. In combination with her yoga pants, this gave an overall picture that had Sean nodding absent-mindedly and stupidly c...

The march is in full swing with Charles Parker in the middle, surrounded by a crowd of overjoyed people. Some just walking, some dancing to the jolly music that comes blasting from several mobile boom-boxes, some chanting along. While it's not his type of music, he sees how the pulsating beats and the merry tunes create an atmosphere of overall joy free of all trouble and care; an atmosphere of liberation and freedom. He...

“Nothing good ever happens after one in the morning when you're drunk,” he painfully reminded himself of the events he failed to remember. Ben tentatively held his leg out of the bed on the floor to make his proprioception stop spinning the room. To his surprise, it helped. The world seemed to slowly halt to its habitual standstill—by normal human perception anyway. Only his stomach seemed, much to his displeasure, to kee...

Lennard sighed as he slowly, lost in thought, pushed close the door that said 'Coaches'. He took his time to turn around, walk to the bench of the dressing room. At least, he thought, Lara had been disqualified soon enough from the competition so he had this room—shower included—to himself. For a little while, anyway. Sitting down on the bench, he hid his head in the hood of his gym's signature hoodie, pulling it down as...

Flower field. Great red poppies. Her favorite. Bees humming. She loves it. I love her. I want her. I took her here. Our first time. She's never done it. We take our time. No need to rush. I want it to be perfect. For her. Seductive words. Ardent whispering. Fingers exploring. Sensual touches. Rock-solid erection. Drenched entrance. I need her. Can't go fast enough... Patience! Go slow. Her pace. She's in charge. She said...

Tight wetness on your shaft. Soft fleshy cushions stimulating. Clenching your glans. Rhythmic pounding on your lap. An exotic dance on your pole. Hips gyrating. A hand cupping your jewels. Gently massaging. A sweet tingle. Almost there. A few more thrusts. You close your eyes. Then... A moan. Pure ecstasy. Your head a blurred mess. You open your eyes. Alone. Dawning suspicion. Stained bedsheets. Just a dream.

“That was the last one,” Ash said, wiping the sweat from her forehead after putting down a cardboard box full of books and then sitting down on it. Matt looked at her, barely suppressing a gasp from the view of her skimpy tank top which had basically melted to her feminine features. It was gradually soaking through and left little to the imagination of how her delicious body would look once bereft of the cumbersome garmen...

Middle of the night. I awake. Pitch-darkness. She's snoring. I caress her belly. She stirs. I cup her breast. Her angelic chuckle. She whispers she wants me. Pulls my arm. My body follows. I slide in. She's so wet. Always is. One part of her I love. She begs me to come inside her. I release. She follows. Always does. I roll off her. Look at her. Can't see her. Still pitch-darkness. I know she's looking back. I cup her fac...

Remember how I used to play the satisfied, hence hard-to-seduce wife after I told you I had touched myself in your absence? How it used to provoke you to know I had brought myself to orgasm without you but refused you yours? I made up excuses so you had to give proof of your virility, your manliness; show me you still had it. In the end, I would always give in to your angry fucking. It brought out the worst in you... and...

You're sitting in the train, looking out of the window as the landscape passes by, wondering what made you sit here, what made you follow her lure call. You sigh loudly—or lowly? You don't know, really, for the droning coming from your headphones drowns all exterior sounds. Loud enough, at least, to earn a worried look from the girl sitting in the same compartment. You choose to ignore her gaze as you are too absorbed by...

I woke up with a dry mouth and a disgustingly sour taste on my tongue. In the bathroom, I tried to drink away the nasty feeling but my throat was so raspy from the dehydration—almost sticky—that I had to force down the first two or three sips past the soreness. As bad of an idea looking in the mirror was, I decided I didn't care. My hair looked as if a firecracker had gone off right in my face and I won't mention the obvi...

I awoke the next morning after a night of intense lucid dreams with no recollection of how I had ended up in my own bed. All I remembered was venting my unmet desire to get laid with a quick, loveless wank. It took me a while to realize Emily had come to my room to wake me up. She was gently rubbing my cheek with the back of her hand when she spoke, “Rise and shine, sleepyhead. Breakfast is ready?” I looked at her through...

When I woke up the next morning, I first had to recall where I was and how I had ended up there. The environment seemed familiar, yet unusual. That was until I vaguely remembered I was lying on the living room couch—alone. Drowsy as I was I tossed and turned a bit until my face came to rest on Emily's pillow. Unconsciously, I hugged the pillow and dug my nose into it to catch her smell which set just a few butterflies in...