With the school year now behind me, I sat at my desk and organized the contents of each drawer. My transistor radio played at low volume in order to fill the classroom's silence. I was humming along to a song by The Carpenters when a soft knock sounded on the half-open door. Looking up, I smiled to see Bradley lingering just outside. "Bradley, what are you still doing here?" A glance at the wall clock let me know it was a...

It was a beautiful morning on the Great Lakes as the sun rose over the treetops. The crisp air was making her nipples hard; they were rubbing blissfully against the inside of her flannel shirt. She was enjoying a cup of coffee in her room before making her way down to the casino floor. She contemplated her wardrobe to accomplish her two main goals for the day - ease of access was the first. She did not want to be too encu...

I met Richard the first time he came with his family to meet my cousin. It was an arranged introduction, the kind of meeting that should have settled into memory and disappeared. But Richard didn’t fold into the background the way everyone else did. He cut through the room like a low, steady rhythm: dusky skin, careless stubble, clothes that sat on him as if they had been made to know him. When he smiled, it was small and...

He’d been talking for a while now—rocking back and forth in the chair across the room, like sitting still was impossible. Not really to us anymore—just out loud, like keeping the words in might tear a hole through him. Jamie, my boyfriend, sat to my left, slouched forward, phone screen glowing in his face like it mattered more than the room—more than his brother’s turmoil over his impending divorce. I couldn’t help the si...

All eyes were glued to the stage as the low sound of the sultry opening chords brought the scantily clad girl from behind the curtain. She gripped the pole expertly as she’d done hundreds of times before. As the sugar packet maracas hissed and the vibraslap created a wiggly percussive sound, the diminutive redhead with delicious curves began to move her body seductively. When the talk box, guitars, and bass marimbas cause...

Chapter Two: Becoming Visible Phase Two: Day Four — Secrets Beneath The philosophy of this book is escalation. Now that you’ve taken your first steps into presence and allure, you must begin weaving sensuality into your daily life, hidden but constant. Confidence comes not only from what others see, but from what you know lies beneath the surface. You are no longer experimenting with being noticed; you are learning to rad...

Moira had me hooked from our first date. She was a vision—curves that demanded worship, fiery red hair cascading down her back, green eyes glinting with mischief that promised chaos I couldn’t resist. We’d met through friends, and after dinner and too many drinks, we ended up parked on a quiet backroad in my beat-up sedan, windows fogging from our heated breaths. Her hands slid under my shirt, nails grazing my chest; my f...

I had errands to run one weekday afternoon, nothing special with no planned sex, but open to opportunities. I still dressed in a short skirt, no panties, and a white shirt that buttoned down the front, no bra, unbuttoned to see the curves and cleavage of my DD tits. Taking selfies before I dressed, I played with my clit and slipped fingers into my pussy, but only enough to get me wet. Before I buttoned the shirt, I twiste...

A hand on her shoulder pulled Riann from dreamless sleep. Mikal's silhouette loomed above her, dark against a greater dark. She blinked, disoriented, the previous night's events washing over her. Cougar scream. Naked walk to the studio. Kneeling before him. His arms carrying her back to bed. Without speaking, he placed a folded bundle of clothes beside her, his fingertips grazing her bare arm. The brief contact sent elect...