The studio was colder than I expected. Not from a temperature perspective, more the atmosphere. The white light leaving no shadow to hide in, a camera already pointed at the couch and a monitor turned slightly toward where I would sit. The man at the door didn’t greet me, just closed the door behind me once I had passed and let the click of the latch settle. He was shorter than I'd imagined, a lived-in face and a faint sm...

The woman's eyes refused to open, while the light of dawn gently awakened her… what a crazy night, perhaps even more so than usual. The sheets stuck to her bare thighs as she yawned so hard her jaw nearly fell off. Morning light sliced through the crooked blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled bed where last night's conquest still slept. She studied her—mouth slack, one freckled arm flung over his face—with the detac...

Nestled deep within British Columbia's rugged wilderness sat a small logging town called Revelstoke. Carved out by generations of loggers and their families, the community sprawled along the banks of the Columbia River as it wound through a valley surrounded by towering peaks. The aroma of pine and cedar permeated everything. In this picturesque setting lived two eighteen-year-old girls who turned heads wherever they went...

The apartment door creaked open. Yoonda stepped out into the hallway. Her heels clicked softly against the floor, and her keys fell with a jingle onto the tiles. Her makeup was slightly smudged, and her green hair was tied back in a messy ponytail. Her black jacket hung open, revealing a low-cut top that clung tightly to her body. Under her short skirt, her sheer stockings were already torn from the chaos of the day. She...

He’s everywhere, but he’s nowhere. Blinks of chaos. Blinding bright lights. Faces I recognize but don’t know. The woman in burgundy scrubs, pushing the mop. Eyes meeting mine, dead on. Who am I, to her? To anyone? Him. I'm weightless, blinking through gauzy layers of time. Intimate times we’d laugh till we cried. Skin on skin, the flex of him inside me, long nights or mornings when we’d web together. Linger on each other....

~ Be My Valentines ~ 10 years before Valentine’s Day There’s a group of young men smoking at the corner of the building. You sense their presence as much as you see them. You keep walking, not even offering so much as a glance in their direction. No matter. One of them calls out, “Nice to see a new pretty face around here.” You pull your backpack straps tighter and quicken your pace, not even acknowledging him. The parkin...

I never thought I'd be the guy who couldn't get it up. At twenty-four, I was supposed to be in my prime. Fit enough from the gym, decent-looking, good job in IT that let me work remotely. Women liked me — or at least they seemed to. Drinks turned into make-outs, make-outs turned into hands under shirts, and then... nothing. My cock would start interested, half-hard from the anticipation, then decide it had better things t...

I lay on Alice’s bed, staring at the ceiling. How many minutes had passed? I had no idea; my head was full of images from the last few hours. Steff, naked on my bed. Alice, on her knees and sucking my cock. The two of them, French kissing to share my cum. And now Steff had taken my sixteen-year-old daughter through to the main bedroom to show her some Mommy love. Life didn’t get any better, or more confusing, than this. I...

Brad and Mandy had grown up together and been best friends as far back as they could remember. Even though Brad was three years older, it was an issue between them. Mandy saw him as her big brother and deep soul, and a young man to lean on when she had problems at school or at home. Someone who was always there to support her and have a good time. All that changed one day when they were in their early teens. Brad’s father...

The next morning, the alarm went off for a good few moments before Rick got up and turned it off. Usually, Victoria would wake up immediately, but today, she slept as if she hadn't heard the alarm at all. She must have been incredibly exhausted from yesterday's training... Rick was surprised, as his wife had never had a problem with this. Besides, she always got up earlier, and she was the one who set the alarm so she cou...

Over the years, I have gathered a wealth of inside information regarding business transactions and deals, as well as pillow talk, or what Ken calls 'inside-her trading'. This, together with our combined earning power, has greatly benefited us to the point that our investment portfolio is impressive. However, pillow talk works both ways. John, one of my regular clients, and I were chatting post-coital, when he mentioned a...