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I went out drinking with my friends. We were at David’s bar, or his father’s to be more precise. We were basically in the VIP section, but still close enough to the action of the live music playing down below us. Excusing myself to go to the bathroom, I l...
Distant chatter comes through the open door, ominously disruptive. How long has it been? Breakfast smells are tempting, yet not enough. Not now. Not for such hunger. ‘Up already! It’s getting cold.’ Quite the opposite. Pulsing heat, juices pooling, nipple...
As I paid for my usual coffee, Sandra, the ever-cheerful barista, greeted me with her usual smile and wished me a journey that was anything but usual. Her playful comment brought a smile to my face, and I thanked her as I prepared to face the notorious Dr...
I went out drinking with my friends. We were at David’s bar, or his father’s to be more precise. We were basically in the VIP section, but still close enough to the action of the live music playing down below us. Excusing myself to go to the bathroom, I l...
They tossed crazy hot flame-thrower glances at each other all through the salad and the main course, but they didn't talk much, and they skipped dessert. They began fucking as soon as they got back to the hotel. They started on the floor, all but tripping...
Author's Note: As it stands, this story is all alone in the world. No accompanying chapter two or three to latch onto its giving teat. No sequel to fuck into my hard drive. One day, I hope to continue this. Preferably before next year. For now, though, I'...
*Thud thud thud* Hey, come on! Hurry up in there! Damn... Fucking college house parties... Oh, hey. Sorry. I didn’t see you there. Yeah, the bathroom’s occupied. Huh? Sorry, it’s hard to hear over the music and everything. Yeah, I remember you. You’re uh....
There's comparative silence in the featureless hotel room. That will soon change. Strip for me. Kneel. There on the floor beyond the bed. Hold my belt in your upturned palms for me, while I circle you. Appraise you. Mmm, so pretty. Now cup one hand betwee...
I entered the hotel bar, my mind buzzing from the whirlwind of the convention. It was an oasis of calm and elegance, a stark contrast to the frenetic energy of the past few days. Soft golden hues beautifully lit the space, casting a warm glow over polishe...
Store jingles play over the loudspeaker. Customers bustle through the aisles, pushing and shoving to get the best deal while I wonder from under my cotton surgical mask. Do they notice? Can they tell? Catching a whiff of my arousal rising from underneath...
Dear Diary, The subway! It's a world unto itself - a combo of sweaty armpits, stale air, and regrettable cologne choices. I'm shaking as I write this. My heart is pounding just like those uncertain moments I had in school playing goalkeeper and we had the...
One morning, when haunting dreams woke Šárka with a start, she found herself transformed into a ball of fur. Thinking it was but a dream, she arched her back and debated if she should go back to sleep. A tail attached to her rump flicked back and forth in...
Fuck it, I'm videotaping it. Something I should've thought of before I coated my hands in custard, but impulse knows no such thing as good timing. Nor was it good timing that the urge overtook me while my partner, lovely as they are, teaches online lesson...
Note: The following story contains extremely explicit sexual content and language. The warm afternoon sun filtered through the trees as Jared and Samantha strolled hand-in-hand along the secluded park trail. The gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of bl...
Logan McConnell sighed and leaned back against the hard wooden pew. It had been a good turnout, he thought. He looked around the chapel. Yellow roses — Cindy’s favorite — were everywhere. A huge bouquet sat atop the coffin. Bright ribbons and bunting soft...
I teach second grade. It’s fulfilling work, but exhausting. I spend all day barking orders and trying to cajole seven-year-olds to follow them. When work is done, my bossy-pants come off. I don’t want to make decisions, plans or threats of sending anyone...
