Jamie and Mark had been married for five years, their relationship a comfortable blend of love, routine, and unspoken fantasies. Jamie, with her fiery red hair cascading in waves down her back, her curvy figure adorned with intricate tattoos, floral vines twisting across her chest, butterflies fluttering on her collarbone, and delicate branches creeping up her arms, was the bold one. She had piercings that accentuated her...

I was roaming around the clothing store's register. During the last few weeks, I became more and more fond of this store, not because I liked it very much or going shopping in general. No, it was the clerk I had a thing for. Her name was Roberta, and this woman was haunting me for quite a while already. As always, I waited patiently for her to appear, evading the other employees as well as possible. We had first met right...

Matt looked at his wife, Sandra, their eyes locked together, and he blurted it out. His daughter stood behind her mother. One minute, they were all smiles, and the next, well, the proverbial shit hit the fan. “We have something to tell you,” said Matt. He didn’t know why he used the word ‘we.’ Sandra looked intently at her husband, waiting for him to continue, but Matt didn’t know where to start. He didn’t know what effec...

“This will be such fun, I have never been camping,” said Hanna, and stuffed yet another sweater into her backpack. Her best friend since kindergarten, Tracy, watched her and smiled. “It’s a two-night camping trip; you have clothes for a week in there already.” “What about if it rains or I fall into a river, I might need a change of clothes?” “It’s July, so the odds of rain are tiny. C’mon, let me help you.” Hanna sighed....

Brad gripped Julia’s hips tighter, his cock slamming into her from behind with rhythmic, punishing thrusts. She was on all fours on the king-sized bed, her ass high in the air, cheeks flushed red from the slaps he’d been delivering between strokes. The room smelled like sweat and sex, the sheets already damp beneath them. Julia moaned like a whore in heat, her tits swaying with every impact, nipples hard as diamonds scrap...

A few weeks had passed since my wife and I had experienced our first sensual massage together. The visit caused an immediate boost in our sex life as we both felt reinvigorated, often going over the scenes and discussing our escapades during our lovemaking. It also increased our solo time, as it had caused me many recent episodes of stroking myself as the thoughts and images raced through my mind. She had even confessed d...

It had been a very difficult day at the office; one of those where you can only watch the wreck happening in real-time and pray that there are pieces left to pick up tomorrow. Heading home on the train, I received a message from Andy to say that he too had endured a full day of utter chaos and would be an hour late. That was fine; I had a plan. For me. Arriving at the empty house, I dropped my bag in the hallway and heade...

The rental car's tires crunched over loose gravel as Chris eased into the parking space. Phoebe's fingers tapped an absent rhythm against the passenger window. Kostas stood on the taverna terrace, balancing three plates up one arm while pointing toward the ocean with his free hand. Even from this distance, Phoebe could see how his linen shirt clung to his shoulders where sweat had darkened the fabric. Sixty years old and...

The air in the living room crackled with a different kind of energy than usual. It was the anticipatory buzz of the Super Bowl, yes, but layered thickly over it was the electric, unspoken promise of something far more intimate. Matthew adjusted the massive television one final time, his large, confident hands making minute calibrations to the sound system. His eyes, however, kept drifting to his wife. Jamie stood by the f...

A bit about me: I recently turned seventy, but I'm in extremely good shape. A large part of this is that, around the time I turned forty, my husband and father of my children and I had a rather acrimonious split, one which left me with no desire to ever be in a committed relationship again. I still did the single mom thing, though by that point both were already in high school, and well old enough that I could start datin...

I stare at the screen, but the words blur before my eyes. I've been struggling with the documentary for hours, every sentence, every phrase that feels like it's being pulled through thick honey. I groan softly, lean back, and rub my tired eyes. Then I hear a soft giggle. "That bad?" Lena suddenly appears beside my table, a cup of tea in her hand. Her scent—warm, sweet, like vanilla with a hint of book pages—wafts up to me...

It all started with a name on a screen. We had mutual friends, but I’d never really noticed her until she popped up in my "People You May Know" on BlackBerry Messenger. Her name was Natasha. I took a chance and added her, not expecting much more than a polite "Hey." But the "Hey" turned into hours, and the hours turned into days. We were 19, and suddenly, my Blackberry was glued to my hand. We’d talk about everything scho...

After our last encounter, things definitely felt different between John and me. He started calling me his boy, and whenever we passed in the hall at work, I'd feel his hand brush against my backside. Next Friday, we played squash again, like usual. Afterwards, when we went to shower, there were other guys around, which was a bummer because we couldn't soap each other up like last time. Still, I managed to sneak in a few g...