It's Christmas Eve. I'm naked. Blindfolded. Facing the bed, the carpet springy under my toes. Warm breath plays across my ear, Oliver's body heat close behind as he whispers: “Ready for your final gift?” There's a catch to his voice and I shiver despite the room’s warmth. Bite my lip. Nod. In truth, I've no idea how he'll top the last 23 days. It's been a whirlwind of exploration. Boundaries pushed, then shattered. Every...

Ben was flat broke, so broke that he’d scraped together his last coins just to get to this interview. The trip home was going to be a long, miserable walk unless his potential new boss felt generous enough to front him some cash. New boss, his mind sneered, mocking his own desperation. The “job” had come through Mark, of all people. Mark wasn’t evil, wasn’t dumb, wasn’t even particularly shady. Mark was simply the guy Ben...

In the dim glow of their bedroom lamp, Elena stared at the ceiling, her heart pounding with a mix of resignation and revulsion. It had started as a drunken dare years ago, a twisted joke that Mark had latched onto like a lifeline in their fading marriage. Now, it was his "thing," the one demand he made every Friday night after a long week at the office. "Come on, babe," Mark murmured, reclining on the bed, his arms raised...

In a beautifully restored country house—its limestone facade weathered to a honeyed patina, surrounded by gardens where foxgloves nodded between yew hedges trimmed to geometric precision—a remarkable photoshoot was taking place. The atmosphere in the drawing room hung thick with history; damask curtains the colour of claret draped from brass rods above twelve-foot windows, and late afternoon light filtered through wavy an...

The week before Christmas, Mike discovered a butt plug in his sock drawer. It hadn’t been there before, as far as he knew, and if it hadn’t been for the thump it made when he’d opened the drawer looking for a pair of cotton crews he likely wouldn’t have noticed it at all. He held it between his fingers and stared dumbly in the bedroom’s early morning light. He had no idea how it had ended up among his clothes, but he had...

"Who needs Tinder when the dogs are matchmaking?" Mid-January, 5 p.m., −5°C. The elevator doors creaked open, dumping a blast of stuffy warmth that smelled like dusty radiators, stale pizza, and wet slush from boots. Jake stepped into the lobby, hugging Nala against his chest—she was this little shivering fur puff with way too much personality for her size. Her paws clawed at his hoodie, and the leash reel in his pocket c...

Wanda's days had become a monotonous blur of cleaning, cooking, and carpooling. Her once vibrant life had faded to the mundane tasks of a single mother, her vibrant spirit dulled by the weight of her responsibilities. She had always been a curvy woman, with voluptuous curves that could make a saint reconsider their vows. But now, as she approached her mid-forties, she felt as though she had been forgotten by the very desi...

August took the back roads away from town and toward the interstate. Sitting in his truck, I held my overnight bag like it was a life preserver tossed to me in choppy water. "Pretty soon," he said, "we're gonna have a talk about what all you've heard about me." When I looked over at him, he kept his eyes on the road. "What do you mean?" I asked, playing stupid. "Well, something, or someone, led you to believe I could help...

Our daughter, Allie, turned 16 way too soon for our liking. I knew she wasn't sexually active; frustrated, boyfriends came and went. We were open about everything, and she had promised to tell me when that changed, so I was sure. But I convinced her to get an implant "just in case" and for "when it happens." Seventeen came and went, still a virgin. She turned 18 in spring of her senior year. I was afraid a drunken prom da...

“Open wide,” I command, forcing his mouth open with my fingers as I dribble my cum-filled saliva into his needy, hungry mouth. “Ahhhhh,” he moans eagerly and obediently. “Now swallow,” I command, pressing his mouth closed, moving my hand to his neck, just under his jaw, lightly gripping, hovering over him as he takes a big gulp. Licking his lips, he smiles giddily, letting out a soft “mmmmm,” opening up his mouth again, w...