The first thing that hits me as I enter the bus is the almost overpowering smell: wet coats and cheap body spray; the sharp supermarket citrus smell that stings the back of my throat, and I know I'm already in trouble by the time I get up the steps. I’d already needed a pee before I even left work. I knew it as i was standing by the office kettle, which has always got Dave's teabags strewn around it, filling my mug; and a...

It started as a dare I made to myself, lying there on top of him with my knickers still on. We could fuck properly; he’s already hard, already there, one shift of my hips away from being inside me. But the idea of keeping that thin strip of cotton between us, of feeling everything and still not letting him in, has been stuck in my head all week.​ He doesn’t know that while he was texting me filth at work, I was sitting at...

Santa’s thigh is solid as she sits on his lap, his suit rough against the bare strip where her skirt has ridden up. Sarah wriggles until his cock thickens, hard and eager in the cheap red fabric. “Careful,” he says, his voice gravelly. She curls her fingers around his length, a squeeze that makes him grunt. “What do you want for Christmas?” His breath teasing her ear. She strokes him again, thumb circling his cock, enjoyi...

After his breath fades, there's a tremor beneath the sheets. a whisper of movement, as the bed shifts gently. He sleeps soundly, beside me, His breath deep and slow, unaware of my fingers; slick, circling, urgent in their rhythm. Almost there. Almost. But the mattress groans, and I freeze, heart slamming ribs, waiting. Did he stir? No. The dark holds his silence. My hips lift, rising upward, pressing into my own touch. Ha...

My soaked panties pressed tight, his warmth so close it teases me. I feel every twitch. The pulse as he pulls against my flesh, making me stutter, groan in reply. My body knows this dance, this want, where giving in feels so easy. His groan in my ear, He’s straining up, rock-hard, The fabric clings, twisted, pretending to keep us apart; I almost laugh. I’m soaked; the smell of sex in the air. Heat floods down, echoing my...

The summer heat in the little church presses down thick and still. I want to run outside where it’s bright and fresher and not so stifling, just to gulp down some clean air. Light from the glass windows slants into the dust-laden air, each fleck catching colour like a stubborn prayer that refuses to settle. I sit rigid on the wooden bench. The smell of polish and incense hangs around me, almost thick enough to taste. My d...

The apartment was too quiet. Not the peaceful kind, the kind that pressed against my skin like a held breath, swelling in my ears until it screamed. The city outside my windows pulsed with life, distant and mocking, while I lay marooned in the stillness of my living room. The clock’s ticking stabbed at my nerves like tiny blades. It had been days since I’d let myself feel anything but the gnawing ache of want. The text me...

The glass is cold against my forehead, unforgiving and sharp, whilst beneath my skin, feverish heat coils and burns. Outside, the autumn night lies still and shadowed. The only light spills soft gold from his window across the dark lawn. My room is a cave of darkness, a guilty secret I wear like skin. He doesn’t know I'm here, watching him. That furious, wicked thrill tightens beneath my ribs, a yearning both wrong and im...

I was born of light and ordained in purity, an angel of the celestial realm raised amidst radiant song and unyielding law. From the start, I was vowed to uphold the sacred order. Every instinct within me was shaped by a duty to embody perfection, to deny the chaotic yearnings of flesh, and to silence the dark whispers that haunted my twilight hours. Yet beneath the gleaming veneer of holiness, a secret fire burned deep wi...

He was too caught up in the hunger, the need to think of anything else, and I was too eager to let go, to risk it all, every warning drowned beneath raw, wild recklessness. Condoms weren’t part of the picture anymore, forgotten in the heat, the wild abandon of the moment. I knew I’d been sloppy with my pills, but the craving, the desire, erased every thought of safety or consequence. I couldn’t stop myself, even as the ra...

There’s a word that captures this hunger, sharp and relentless, twisting through me like smoke burning deep, and that word is "obsession." It has long since outgrown simple desire, winding itself into every nerve and thought I possess. My fingers move with both insistence and wild recklessness, chasing brief and dazzling releases that leave in their wake only hollow ache and emptiness no touch can ever seem to fill. Hours...

My name is Emily, but to him, I was never simply Emily. I was his “sex kitten,” a secret whispered against my skin, his voice a low caress tracing a possessive path down my neck. We were barely out of our teens, hungry and reckless in the way only young lovers can be. After college, in the quiet, whilst my parents were away, he slipped into my bedroom, the sanctuary for all we dared not voice. I wore my shortest skirt, ba...

I slipped quietly into my bedroom, careful that the door clicked shut softly. My parents were just a room away; any careless sound could give me away. The bedside lamp cast a pool of gold across tangled sheets; the faint scent of lavender from my pillow grounded the space in quiet. Yet beneath that calm lay a restless ache, a mix of excitement and a flutter of guilt. Was I reckless, pushing boundaries like this? The thril...

I can hardly believe this is happening. My thighs tighten around Mike as I sink into his lap, every nerve burning, my chest hammering like it wants to break free. For years, he’s been nothing more than the untouchable crush in my head, and now he’s here, real, solid, holding me so close there’s no room for air between us. His heat scorches through me, unbearable and intoxicating all at once. The man I was never supposed t...

They stood in the narrow hallway, barely five or six feet across, the front door just ahead of them and the living room door a step or two behind. The soft glow from a hallway lamp caught on the gloss of the painted walls, and every sound seemed to travel too far, bouncing faintly between them. Even the slow rustle of fabric as they moved felt sharp in the stillness. From the living room, the low murmur of the TV bled int...