“Ambassador Patel, we are approaching Treaty Station,” announced the ship’s AI pilot. “Thank you,” she responded. The ship was a small one. Her position qualified her for something larger, with room for support staff, but she preferred this simpler, automated model. If asked, she explained it as a cost-saving measure. No need for support staff on a largely ceremonial annual visit. After all, she would chuckle knowingly, i...

“I just wanna get fucked!” Erica blurted. Riley choked and struggled not to spit out her drink. “No, not just fucked, I wanna get used!” Her roommate gesticulated drunkenly, spilling her drink on the kitchen floor. “I want a guy to look at me like all he can think about is bending me over, and, and, like, pulling my hair, and screwing the shit out of me! You know what I mean?” “Yeah,” Rylie laughed. “I know what you mean....

It was four in the morning, and I was incredibly turned on. The room was dimly illuminated by starlight and the glowing green numbers on the alarm clock. I could hear rain spattering the window and the soft snores of a half-dozen of our friends. His hand was on my hip, and I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. A few hours ago, our group was ordering a final round at the bar. He and I had flirted before, but...

Christy was livid. She paced back and forth in her office, replaying the events of the meeting in her mind. Fucking James. He’d always been an insufferable prick, but now he was putting her team at risk. Pausing by the window, she tried to allow the familiar view of downtown to calm her. Dark clouds rolled overhead. Neon signs and streetlights reflected in the wet streets. Cars slowly crossed the bridge. She could be head...

My intern watched me present to the board (all men). She asked me: "How do you speak so confidently?" I laughed, and told her I picture them naked. She giggled. "It's true!" I said. "I'm not intimidated by a group of flaccid cocks." And it is true. But it's not the whole truth. I didn't tell her that I have a ritual. Before every board meeting, I lock my office door and change. The black leather empowers me. I spread my l...

Hey you know I can't remember your major all the time And I occasionally get our anniversary mixed up And I can't remember your underwear size (was I supposed to?) And you know I can't dance And I don't remember exactly the first time we made love But I do remember every little thing about the night we met the music that was playing the couch the go go boots the feet the smile on your face and the way you looked in that s...

“Woah, what the fuck, dude?” Rachel stood in the doorway to her room, towel-drying her hair and unable to believe what she saw. Her roommate’s boyfriend was reclining on her bed, pants around his ankles, rubbing his cock. “Uh, do you mind?” Norm responded shamelessly, without stopping. “I’m mid-stroke, here.” “Do I mind?” She sputtered, genuinely at a loss for words. “Are those my fucking underwear?” “Yeah,” he moaned, ho...

“We have to do something about this sexual tension,” I said, stretching my back. “What?” His eyes snapped guiltily to my face. He’d been staring at my chest. “Sorry, what?” “Our presentation is tomorrow, and I can’t think straight around you right now.” “Oh?” He regarded me curiously. I suspected this was the first time he’d ever been propositioned by a woman. He was attractive enough, and good at his job, but clearly unc...

“Thank you so much, Heather,” Jimmy’s mom apologized as they stood on the porch. “I know it’s a bit unusual, but obviously, at Jimmy’s age, we couldn’t call any of his old sitters.” “Don’t worry,” Heather reassured her. “I’m happy to keep an eye on him.” “We’ve had these tickets for months, but Jack was talking about canceling! When Karen mentioned you were home for the summer, it seemed like a perfect fit. I remembered J...

Sitting on the couch as a movie she’d barely paid attention to ended, Alice took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and turned to her roommate. “Julie, I need to ask you something.” “Oh?” Julie raised an eyebrow and set down her bowl of popcorn. “So serious!” “I, um,” she hesitated, “my boyfriend is going on this work trip, so he’ll be out of town for a few weeks, and…” “And he wants to try an open relationship?” Julie...

“Well, alright,” Zoya laughed as she closed the door. It was late afternoon, and she’d just returned to the hotel room to find Emma and the boys lounging on the bed in their underwear. Liam looked a bit sheepish, as if he’d been caught doing something naughty. Nolan met her gaze confidently. Emma put down her phone and stretched, her apparent confidence in her toplessness only slightly betrayed by the flush blooming on he...

The next morning wasn’t exactly awkward, but there was a noticeable tension in the air, like the pressure before a storm. Everyone was waiting for Zoya to make the next move. They were all fairly sure they knew what her big plan was, but no one wanted to jinx it by saying it out loud. Everybody showered and dressed. They joked and laughed, but no one talked about the tension. They went out for coffee. No one mentioned tha...

As the sun kissed the horizon, Emma pretended to shiver and scooted closer to Liam. He raised an eyebrow, but allowed her to pull his arm over her shoulders. The thinly scattered clouds glowed brilliant shades of pink and orange as they caught the sun’s last rays. They were sitting on a blanket spread out on the sand in the same spot where the girls did their sunbathing. She barely saw anyone there during the day, so she...

Zoya looked up from her book as Emma returned from the hotel room. Without saying anything, the redhead dropped her phone and coverup into the bag and ran down the beach. She waded out chest-deep in the water, and splashed around a bit. After a few minutes, she walked back and sat on her towel, looking flushed. “Found your phone, did you?” Zoya raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, under the bed,” Emma started. She was clearly bursti...

Everyone but Nolan had been a bit slow to wake up that morning. The blonde surfer had emerged from the bathroom rubbing his hair dry, announced that the surf was up, and they should all get out of bed. When no one moved, he’d laughed, called them all “bludgers” and thrown open the curtains to let the sunlight in. Liam groaned from the floor at the sudden light. Zoya, who was sleeping cuddled up against Emma, grumbled and...