The bedroom was a shadowed sanctuary, bathed in the flickering glow of candles that cast sinuous silhouettes across the walls, each one pulsing in time with Moira’s racing heart. Her voluptuous body lay sprawled across the king-sized bed, her creamy skin glistening against the white silk sheets, her fiery red hair a wild cascade framing her flushed face. Her full breasts strained against a black lace bra, the delicate fab...

The city had changed in the few weeks since Frederick last saw her. Warmer now, alive again, yet he moved through it as though under water. Work had piled up, meetings blurred together, and every night he still found himself glancing at the doorway of whatever restaurant or hotel lobby he was in, half-expecting her to appear. He told himself it was over. That what happened between them was a fever—something that burned ho...

It happened three decades ago, in 1990. I was 37, in my sixth year instructing at an elite suburban public high school. It was a comfortable position. The school excelled academically, with motivated and compliant students, and I was part of the International Baccalaureate program—a selective curriculum that drew the top achievers. My subject was Theory of Knowledge for seniors, an intriguing class. In teaching terms, thi...

The hospital corridor lights flickered once, then steadied. Julie adjusted her scrubs, the fabric tight across her hips as she walked toward Room 312. Inside, Mr. Henderson lay propped against pillows, his arms encased in bulky casts resting on his chest. Sweat beaded his forehead despite the cool air. "Nurse," he rasped, voice strained. "I'm... it's urgent." His eyes darted to the plastic urinal bottle on the bedside tra...

The neon lights of the club flickered and danced, casting a kaleidoscope of shadows across the writhing bodies of the dancers. Amidst the throng, a solitary figure stood out: a girl with hair so dark it was almost blue, with a solitary streak of pink that shone like a beacon in the night. Her name was Charlotte, and she had a look in her eye that told you she was hunting. She wasn't alone in her quest; Rachel, her girlfri...

17 years later. Jayson stirred as the morning sun shone through the curtains of his beach cottage. The sea breeze wafted them upwards, and the dawn of a new day filled the room. The air was fresh and crisp, birdsong surrounded him, and waves gently crashed on the shore nearby. He collected his thoughts as he lay there, then turned to a flow of long auburn hair cascading over the pillow next to him. He took a deep breath a...

Bridget pulled her top over her head, revealing a bra that matched her panties. I had to fight back a moan as I tried not to ogle the swell of her breasts. Why was she doing this? I wondered. I understood the humiliation she wanted to inflict on me, but why did she want to be half-naked in front of her friend's dad? She dropped her top before me, then strolled over to a small but sturdy wooden table beneath the window. Wh...

I grew up in a small town in the Northwest. My best friend Aaron and I were basically inseparable from first grade to graduation. He was smart and dorky; I was more the jock type. He went off to college, and I signed up for the Army. We lost contact after his sophomore year and my first deployment. It had been about ten years since I left home, and I hadn’t been back since. It was Christmas time, and my parents were beggi...