The way the fight started was the subject of dispute for a long time afterwards. I was a high school freshman, playing forward on my school’s junior varsity team. I was always pretty tall, about 6’2 (188 cm) and I was aggressive on the basketball court. We were winning against our most hated rival, the rich kids of Locust Valley High, when someone threw an elbow at one of my teammates. I don’t think I threw the first punc...

"No, Liam... we can’t," Abigail whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of arousal and guilt, as his hand slid up her thigh, higher than it ever had before. The room was dimly lit, the glow from the TV casting shadows over the couch where they sat. The wineglass in her hand trembled, the red liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim. Her heart pounded in her chest, a frantic rhythm that matched the confusion swirling...

Grace Miller's fingers hovered over the laptop's keyboard, her heart pounding so hard she was sure Matt could hear it from upstairs. She'd been finalizing a sleek, elegant kitchen layout for a client when Matt's browser window caught her eye. Her curiosity drew her in, but shock quickly replaced it as she scanned the page. Images of Asian women intimately engaged with muscular, dark-skinned men filled her vision, each thu...

A WhatsApp message alert appeared on the car’s touchscreen. Despite the fact it purported to be from my friend, Diana, my pulse quickened with the understanding that was the pseudonym Dion had chosen to conceal his identity when sending me messages. “Diana is chatty this morning,” James remarked, when a further three message alerts drifted across the screen in short succession. “Probably arrangements for the next girls’ n...

Two fifty-year-old friends met up after a ten-year gap and got caught up. Gregory asked Lewis how he could wile away a boring evening in town. "There is a discreet hotel close by where you can book a room for only ninety quid and any time through the night you just call reception and they send up a partner who gives you all the sex you want. You can call for as many partners as you wish." "It sounds fantastic. Do you go t...

Can you believe it? Four fucking years and no promotion! I’ve been working at Gervas for four fucking years, and all my boss does is complain about how bad I am at convincing my clients to buy their refrigerators and stuff. How can you work with only one thousand one hundred sixty dollars per month and maintain a sexy wife like Trisha? My friends are like, “I told you not to marry that bitch. She is not even that hot, plu...

It is a Saturday afternoon and my wife starts getting ready for her swing dance lesson earlier than usual. When she is done getting ready, she comes out of the bedroom wearing her favorite blue-with-white-polka-dots romper with white garter straps extending past the bottom of her romper that connect to just above the knee white hosiery. Her hair is fancily styled and she put on makeup and eyeliner. She looks stunning, lik...

Given all the men in Charles’s family had gone there, the choice of school for our son was a foregone conclusion. Yet, I was determined to have my say, by at the least visiting to see the place for myself. Having parked in the School Quad, I stepped from the Range Rover and made my way to the headmaster’s office. The soft wool of the charcoal grey jacket clung beautifully to the curves of my body; the peak lapels of the d...