The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat and jasmine perfume. My mother’s taste is still on my tongue, sharp and sweet, a brand on my senses. She lies panting on the rug, her body still trembling from the force of her climax. But I am not done. The sight of her, the sound of her moan, the feel of her juices around my fingers has ignited something feral and desperate in me. My cock aches, a throbbing, insistent dem...

Lena’s voice is a velvet command in the charged silence. “Lie down, Sarah. Right here.” Her hands are on my mother’s shoulders, gentle but insistent, guiding her backward onto the soft, rumpled rug beside the bed. Sarah moves like a sleepwalker, her eyes glazed, her naked body yielding. She lowers herself, her back coming to rest on the floor, her dark hair fanning out around her head. Her chest rises and falls in quick,...

The silence in the bedroom is absolute, a thick, tangible thing charged with shock and something else, something darker and far more potent. My mother, Sarah, stands frozen in the doorway, her keys a forgotten weight in her hand. Her eyes are wide, her face pale, but they aren’t fixed on Lena’s triumphant smile. They’re locked on me, on my body, on the rigid, undeniable evidence of my arousal still glistening from Lena’s...

The cognac was cheap, the hotel room cheaper, but her laugh was a salve I’d have paid my last dime to hear. It was a low, throaty sound that seemed to vibrate right through the thin wall at my back. I watched her, this vision of impossible grace folded into a rickety chair. A shaft of neon light from the boulevard below cut across her, highlighting the twin mounds of her firm breasts—an advertisement for desire. She ran a...

The silence in the bathroom was deafening, broken only by the hiss of the shower spray hitting the tile floor. Steam was already beginning to curl in the air, veiling her in a soft, ethereal mist. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the throbbing ache between my legs. She hadn’t been joking. She hadn’t been subtle. The invitation was as clear as the hungry look in her eyes. She reached behind her...

The kitchen was dimly lit, the hum of the party muffled by the closed door. Addie stood by the sink, a mischievous grin playing on her lips as she licked frosting from her fingers. Her dark eyes locked onto mine the moment I stepped in, her petite frame leaning casually against the counter. “Hungry?” she teased, holding up her plate of cake. Before I could answer, she dipped her finger into the cake and swiped a glob of i...

The next day, I found myself standing at Cindi’s door again, my heart pounding with anticipation. She opened the door with a shy smile, her petite frame looking even more delicate in the soft light of her apartment. Her cheeks flushed as she stepped aside to let me in, and I could feel the tension between us thickening the air like a warm fog. “I was hoping you’d come back,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisp...

"Do you really think we should... do this?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as her dark eyes searched mine for reassurance. Her petite frame was pressed lightly against me, her hands clutching the fabric of my shirt like she wasn’t sure whether to push me away or pull me closer. I smiled softly, brushing a strand of her sleek black hair behind her ear. "You said you wanted to explore, didn’t you? We can stop a...

When I was in college I went to a friend's house early in the afternoon to help him set up for an end of semester party. I started drinking beer as soon as I arrived at Jack’s house and by the time the party started I was not my usual introverted self. Two women who were acquaintances of mine arrived later in the evening and I really wanted to get to know the blonde much better. Lisa was average in build with a quick smil...