Jefferson looked out the window. He was depressed, not usual for a seventeen-year-old boy. He had a rough life already; his parents had a brutal divorce, with his father being vindictive and mean, and he had spread lies to secure sole custody. He never really took much interest in Jefferson’s life, instead belittling him at every opportunity. The last straw for Jefferson was the news of his mother’s passing, and he was no...

At twelve-thirteen, Sophie Martin cuts a stem and slides it into the floral cushion. Her hands move steadily, and her eyes burn with concentration. She adds deft touches of green with dashes of yellow, white, and pink. Vivienne Chassé sits and watches, sipping coffee. She mourns the death of her lifelong friend, and the flower arrangement rouses a melancholic smile. Profound grief mingles with cherished memories of bright...

It is finally summer, and the sun is shining, the birds are chirping in the trees, and there is a light breeze in the air. It is the perfect day to go to the beach with Victor. It has been a while since we have had some alone time, and with the weather so nice today, it seems like the perfect opportunity. We pack some things to take with us, including a picnic basket full of our favourite snacks and treats and a bottle of...

The gas gauge had dipped below empty, the engine protesting as it ran on fumes. “Come on, come on,” Lila whispered, pleading with the vehicle to keep going just a little further. She spotted a dilapidated motel with a flickering neon "Vacancy" sign at the edge of town. Perfect. The truck coughed its final breath as she coasted into the parking lot, coming to a stop behind the building where it couldn't be seen from the ro...

Tonight is date night, which is strange for us because we usually have date nights on Saturdays. However, due to scheduling conflicts, we are having it on Friday. I just finished cleaning the house and putting away the laundry, so I decided to start getting ready early because he will be coming home from work shortly and will want to go out and spend the evening with me. I open my drawers to see what I want to wear tonigh...

I met Andrew when I started working at Cooke Enterprises. He’s a salesman, one of our top salesmen. I soon realized why. He was black, articulate, funny, and hard to say no to. I was there less than a month, and he’d started taking me out for lunch. Part of my job was helping the salesmen close, and I was especially helpful on a huge job, a job that got him a $10,000 commission. That got me an invitation to dinner at Luci...

The harbour area was busier than I anticipated, but I enjoyed the buzz of the market stalls. I headed for the taverna, which sold my partner’s favourite local wine. Tsangarides Xinisteria. I always kept a supply in the large fridge in my penthouse apartment. I bought the apartment several years ago before I met her. It was in an exclusive complex in the hills, with spectacular views from the fairly secluded balcony. I smi...

Emma, a shy college freshman with a penchant for loose sweatshirts and comfortable jeans, often found solace in the quiet corners of the school library. Her nose buried in a dusty textbook, she was a beacon of studious innocence amidst the bustling sea of youth. Her unassuming beauty went mostly unnoticed, hidden beneath a veil of academic ambition and introversion. But as fate would have it, her tranquil world was about...

Lex All the tension and ambiguity of the last two days have fused in one dirty smile she gives me before jumping into the backseat with Stan. Should I be surprised? No, because all the time at dinner, as she is flirting with him, and even before, as I am watching her getting dressed for dinner, I sense a mischief brewing in that pretty head of hers. Am I surprised? Not yet, my mind is in a state of denial. Still, by some...

I’d forgotten all about the appointment for the smear test. She must have seen it stuck to the front of the fridge one night when she came back to mine. We don’t live together but we are girlfriend and girlfriend. Well, more precisely, I’m whatever she wants me to be. Sometimes I’m her girlfriend, sometimes her lover but more often than not, she tells me I am her cum slut, her fucktoy or her whore. Humiliation is just one...

The rooftop bar hummed with low conversation and the clink of glasses, the warm night air carrying the scent of citrus and expensive cologne. The space was sleek and modern, all polished wood and soft lighting, but my attention wasn’t on the decor. Alex and I slid into our booth, the plush seating enveloping us as I crossed my legs, letting my dress ride just high enough to tease. The booth was intimate, three sides enclo...