Laura parked in the parking lot just as one of the employees flipped the sign on the front door to indicate the store was closed. The day before, she had advised Megan against coming to this store by herself. Despite her efforts, she had received a text at noon revealing Megan's new summer job at Tyrone's place. Although not entirely shocked, Laura felt a tinge of concern, especially considering the gossip surrounding the...

Ananya, a 38-year-old Indian classical dancer from Kerala, travels to a private island off the coast of Mozambique for an artist’s retreat after her divorce. Ananya perched on the edge of her seat in the bustling departure lounge of Kochi airport, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest as she awaited the boarding call for her maiden flight to Mozambique. Her mind raced with a whirlwind of anticipation and anxiety, ev...

The mysterious package arrived on a quiet Tuesday afternoon, nestled among the usual bills and catalogs. Louise hesitated before opening it, her fingers tracing the unfamiliar handwriting on the label. Inside, she found a delicate black lace lingerie set—a balconette bra, a matching thong, and a pair of thigh-high stockings—along with a single sheet of paper. The note was brief but commanding: Wear this tonight. Be at the...

Millie was a fine figure of a woman. I know that's an expression that is often used only semi-seriously, like an old-fashioned compliment, but in this case it was true. She was beautifully constructed, medium height, nicely upholstered with firm flesh and just a light extra layer of post-30 fat smoothing her body out beautifully. And to top it all, she was of African heritage. Wonderful, smooth, very dark skin, slightly f...

Megan twirled her fiery red hair around her finger, the ends tickling her nose as she stared out the window of the small, rickety bus. The dusty Texas landscape rolled by in a lazy wave of heat mirages. The town looked almost the same as it did when she left for university three years ago, but smaller somehow, like the world had shrunk around her childhood memories. She had only returned occasionally for family celebratio...

Toby called me when he wanted me, and I was always there. It became a habit to spend two or three of his lunch breaks every week performing oral sex on him in his car in the parking lot where he works. Once or twice a week, he would come to my house in the evening and blow my mind with a fucking that would leave me so shaken I could barely walk him to the door when he was ready to go. One night, Toby sent me a text instru...

Louise shifted uncomfortably in her chair, her eyes darting around the break room as she nibbled on a plain bagel. At 26, she felt like she was still figuring out who she was, especially in the bustling corporate world of their marketing firm. Her medium-length brown hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, a few stray strands framing her round face. Her curvy figure, at 5’9” and 220lbs, often made her feel self-consciou...

The first thing I did after returning home from four long, hard days of airline service was take a shower and relax with a tall glass of wine. Then I called Toby’s number and got his voicemail. “Hey, Toby, it’s Bev. I am home now. Please call me back,” I said on his answering service. It was Friday evening. I made no plans because I was hoping to get with Toby. I drank four glasses of wine, trying to pass the lonely eveni...

It started innocently enough at the supermarket of all places. I stood in the juice aisle, grabbing a bottle of V-8 juice from the grocery shelf, when a deep, baritone voice said, “Good choice! It seems to be working on you.” Startled yet flattered by what I heard, I turned and saw a tall, handsome black man smiling at me. His bright white teeth and the sparkle in his eyes nearly knocked me off my feet. Finding myself at...