Michelle plonked into the passenger seat and slammed the car door. “Well, excuse the fuck outta me,” the driver said. Michelle folded her arms and stared ahead, puffing through her nostrils like an angry bull. “Hellooo. Earth to Michelle?” The driver waved his hand and then snapped his fingers. “Earth to my stubborn-ass ex.” “Don’t snap ya goddamn fingers at me, Darren,” Michelle spat, her glare scalding the vehicle’s int...

As I arch off the wooden seat to the limit of my straining bonds, I'm not sure whether the burning need to cum or my jackhammering pulse will kill me first. The thin white ropes that criss-cross my naked body tighten, skin imprinted with showy knots. I gasp: “Please, oh God pleeease.” My needy voice is hollow, bouncing off the walls of their airy apartment. Rumbling vibrations torment my balls in their, now hairless, sac....

Alisha stood silently and let her fingertips skim the assortment of leather implements on the wall before her. They ranged from the relatively tame to the severely intimidating. How had she not known about her husband’s penchant for whips and chains? More importantly, why had he felt the need to hide this side of himself? After ten years of marriage, you’d think she would have had some notion. She’d stumbled upon this den...

Most people spend Christmas with friends and family. This year, I'm not one of them. Before you misjudge me as one of those saddos, sitting in my underpants and T-shirt in a soulless flat nursing a pint and the TV remote searching for Die Hard movies, let me stop you. It's not because I don't love my family or want to see the kids’ faces light up when they open their presents. I adore that. I desperately want that back. M...

I tousle my hair in my mild insomnia-infused hangover. Eyes reduced to narrow slits, I adjust to the stingingly bright All Saints' Day noon sun hitting my porch where I was sleeping. Vague memories of seductive buttocks juicy as an overripe peach and wide enough to spill over both sides of a chair seep through the misty haze that once was my brain—the reminiscence of a wild tryst. A content smile—until I see the orange ca...

They're always so eager to please. Unappreciated at home, my camera offers freedom. Desirability. Purpose. In matching pumpkin underwear, this one's fully embraced the season. Stunning. "Ease down the straps…" Click-whirr. "Perfect. Cup them." Click-whirr. "Touch yourself… "More." The sheets rustle, wavy locks swishing, hand digging into desire-stained underwear, losing herself. I approach. Watch. Her climax crests. She g...

The freight train rumbled out of the sunrise, bringing a smile to Libby's face at the open window. Closing her eyes, she let the vibrations penetrate her naked body while the cool Colorado morning breeze caressed her light brown skin, and she imagined herself riding the rails again. Just a few more hours, and she would be hidden in a boxcar heading in the opposite direction, roaming free again. Sitting back in the wooden...

Paris, 1962 Inside Bohemia After Dark, patrons squinted through an ashen haze at the nightclub's featured combo. Stained indigo under mood lighting, a quintet of animated ebony carvings whisper-shouted wordless, haunting languages. Cigarette embers winked; wine glasses clinked; heads nodded with appreciation as notes jitterbugged in a tempo hurricane. The tenor man dismounted from the rollercoaster rush of a melody he'd r...