In the carriage's dimmed lights, shadows danced across the curved walls as night descended beyond the windows. The train crept forward, winding through desolate suburbs, crossing over rusted bridges, and passing through slumbering regional towns. The rhythmic clacking of wheels against the track created a hypnotic backdrop, a mechanical lullaby that had already drawn several passengers into fitful sleep. We were headed to...

It had been a few months since that night. Sean was healed now mostly. The cast was off, the limp was slight, and his friends were no longer at his beck and call. But something from that night hadn’t faded. We’d been wild since. Experimental. Dirtier than I ever thought we’d dare. There were nights where we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, where I’d whisper filth into his ear and he’d get hard just from the memory...

A cool breeze brushes across my chest, its timing almost synchronised with sound of the waves in the background. I recline on a towel staring at the branches of the tree above me; their leaves sway like fingers searching for a hand to hold. Glimmers of warm sunlight intermittently find my skin, reminding me that it’s the perfect summer day. Just as my mind wanders from blissful vacancy to wondering when she might get here...

“I just knew this was gonna be boring,” Dorothy said with a sigh. “Why do you have to come to these parties every year?” “He’s my boss, hon,” said Mike. “I don’t like these parties any more than you, but he’s a jerk about things like this. Sorry. We’ll leave at the first opportunity, I promise.” “Yeah, yeah. Sure we will.” They smiled at each other and decided to make the best of it. After an hour or so, Dorothy and Mike...

The trolley rattled to a stop, and Thomas stepped off, his sneakers crunching against the gravel path. The warehouse loomed ahead, its sleek, minimalist design stark against the overcast Norwich sky. Glass and steel gleamed under the diffused light, and the words 'Alabaster Falls' were etched in clean, modern lettering above the entrance. It looked more like a high-end art gallery than a photography studio, and Thomas fel...

We checked into the Bamboo Happy Motel, not for a liaison. We were not some couple hooking up. Stephanie and I (Matt) had been living together for just over a year. A couple in our late twenties, our apartment had been damaged by a fire that started in a neighboring apartment. The building needed repairs, making our apartment unlivable for at least a month. The Bamboo Happy Motel offered monthly rates, was kept clean, and...

I had been married to my slut wife for seven years by the time we moved to Florida. There were signs from way back when we were dating that she was a sex-addicted exhibitionist. She just loved making out in public places with me from the very first time we met. At first, it made me a little uncomfortable, but seven years later I have accepted the fact she is a cock whore and slut. In fact, I am even enjoying it and have b...

Landon hesitated outside the shop door, his gaze drifting to the unobtrusive lettering on its glass: Consultations, Readings, Guidance. Based on that description alone, one might have assumed the business provided financial planning. It was only the accompanying illustration, an uplifted palm with an eye nestled in its center, that indicated the real purpose of the place. Setting aside his skepticism, Landon stepped insid...