Lucianna, like usual, could not stop apologizing about the dirtiness of her apartment hallway. I decided not to bother her about it. I'd said my piece, and she probably couldn't help it, being half-Japanese. Apologies, I had noticed, came to her as easily as breathing. “If what you've promised me lives up to my expectations,” I simply said, “That will more than make up for having to walk through here.” “Oh, I promise, you...

WHAT TO DO IN BUCHAREST Ayano’s house in downtown Bucharest had many people coming and going. Jada got reacquainted with Dumitru and Sergei, among others. It seemed that they were taking her repeated presence as an indicator to be friendlier and acknowledge her more. The way he was introduced, she could tell that a Greek guy around her age named Nikos was another key member of Ayano’s company and circle of friends. He had...

I cursed Bev one more time when the notice for my reservation popped up in an email. I suppose I got what I had deserved for starting the relationship my pussy argued for, but my head warned was a bad idea. Bev on a good night was amazing, but what a temper. That temper drove me right out the door. Because I was afraid we might have a real fistfight if I didn’t go. Call me Anne, because that’s my name. I'm tall for a girl...

2ND FLOOR. CLOVEHILL VALLEY. AGENT HEADQUARTERS. HEALTH AND STAMINA REGENERATED. [HP:5] [STA:4] Rolling onto my side, the motion awakens the soreness built from dragging the scientist across half the map. I come to full consciousness as I hear twin industrial doors yawn, the whistle of air decompressing and bolts retracting rattles my brain. The background ambiance of faint conversation and foot traffic pours into the roo...

Mouse Montgomery was sitting at the bar at Triangles, engaging in one of her favorite pastimes, chatting and ogling barmaid Sharon Patterson. Mouse was a petite girl, three years out of drama school, slim, and short, with heavily curled brown hair parted on the left. Her real name was Mallory, but people called her Mouse because she was shy, had mousey brown hair and was very small, less than five feet and maybe ninety po...

"Oh, c'mon. Even I have bigger balls than him!" "Wow, Lauren, since when do you have balls? You'd think I would've known about them by now." "Fuck off, you know what I mean. Besides, if I did have balls, you'd be all over them like the NYPD on a bomb threat." "Girl, you know it!" Becca giggled. Lauren and Rebecca were best friends since middle school when Rebecca moved from the Bible Belt to Manhattan. Becca's father was...

I knew She was packing when I met Her. Yes, I know the T-gurls come in here, and some are pretty, but they bulge according to nature. The male tree goes up and it goes down, rising and falling according to the moment. This woman just bulged, no rise or fall there. It was always there, a long tube down the inside of Her leg. And unnaturally large. I admit I was looking, for I studied Her carefully. Lady Anita runs play par...

In hindsight, I should have expected that the Friday night date at Professor Lambert’s apartment might not be everything I was expecting. I had duped a college professor and made the assumption that just because I had sucked his cock in his office and swallowed all of his cum, that he wouldn’t be able to resist me again and was ready to fuck my brains out all night. I spent more time debating whether to wear a leather or...

It’s been a long day at work so when I get home I don’t expect to see you on the sofa. Your vibrator in between your legs, arousal dripping down your thighs. I drop my bag to the floor with a loud thump, I kick my shoes off and walk into the living room leaning against the wall furthest away. You haven’t noticed me yet as your eyes are screwed shut, you have a red tint to your cheeks and chest. I can see the sweat drippin...

"Imagine that we're on the same shift and run into each other at work. We're both in our scrubs and find an empty dictation room in the hospital. I have you bent over the table fucking you in the ass when someone walks in because we never locked the door. How would we explain ourselves?" This was the racy text that Sara sent her colleague that evening. She was standing in the med room smiling devilishly, heart racing as s...