The second Mom’s key turned in the lock, the house filled with her perfume and laughter, and everything Doug and I had done that weekend slammed into me like a freight train. She dropped her suitcase, opened her arms, and I ran into them. She squeezed me so tight I could barely breathe, calling me her baby, saying how grown-up I looked, how proud she was. Doug stood behind her with that easy, handsome smile, but when our...

It was late, just after twelve A.M. and I decided this was my last run. I picked up a pizza and headed to the motel. I wasn’t sure if it was still working; last I heard, it was closed. Pulled in, seemed to have a new coat of paint—looks like the attached porn shop is still closed, though. Damn. I backed into a space, grabbed the bag and soda, knocked on the door with my phone. “Hold on, I gotta get a shirt on,” was the mu...

The December chill bit through my coat, a constant, gnawing reminder of the looming deadlines. Ron, my sister Claire’s husband. We were partners in this chaos, and in something else entirely. He said, “Looks like it. This quarterly report is a beast.” “A beast that demands a sacrifice,” I muttered, leaning back in my chair. He met my gaze, a flicker of understanding passing between us. “Stress relief, then?” “Absolutely,”...

Technically, it wasn’t Lyla’s fault. When she breezed into the pricey, athleisure, store, she had no intention of buying anything. Sure, her current leggings and sports bras were fitting quite a bit looser than they did a year ago, but she was making do. Yes, she had to hike her pants up between sets, but she looked at that as a sign of progress. For the last year, Lyla had been taking strength training classes at the bou...

How I knew Meghan is a familiar story. Childhood friends who lived on the same block growing up, who played together, went to the same schools, and now were now at the same local college. I saw her there, we’d chat, have lunch. Just old friends of many years. I was always drawn to Meghan, as she is a free spirit, extroverted, and funny. Definitely a lure for a shy fellow like myself. I won’t say that I didn’t notice how h...

With Christmas quickly approaching, I thought it was time to find a kinky gift for my wife to rejuvenate our love. The usual daily stress of work and everyday life had taken its toll and I wanted to find a way to help her relax. Like many other couples who have been married a length of time, I had gifted her massages in the past, massage equipment for home or even several vibrators to help her "relax" completely but this...

Coming back to Cairo after that magical weekend in the North Coast felt like re-entering reality—but this time, it was different. It wasn’t dull or grey. It was like the city had changed colour, like everything around me had been touched by her warmth. The traffic, the noise, the rush of everyday life—it all felt softer, easier, as long as she was beside me. Each morning, before I left for work, I’d take a moment just to...

I am neither a writer nor do I consider myself a beautiful young woman, but I am a girl who wants to be noticed for being pretty and maybe enjoy some special attention from a handsome man for a change. My only boyfriend was a young man who worked on my family's farm and whom my father approved of for being honest and a hard worker. But Matt was boring and was physically unappealing to me, with little interest in enjoying...