The house was cloaked in darkness, broken only by the harsh blue glare of my phone. Moonlight sliced through the blinds, painting molten stripes across my naked thighs as I sprawled across the sofa, left hand gripping my phone until the plastic bit into my palm, right hand hovering over my belly, skin dewy with sweat. The hush was pierced by the soft hum of the refrigerator and the gentle creak of cushions as I shifted, s...

We followed Mr Spencely along a corridor, down some stairs. This was a maze rivalling Wilminmoor. Eventually, we stopped outside a door marked Staff. We were not to be taken to the headmaster, yet. Entering the room, we were confronted by several adults: three men and three women. "Look what I discovered coming out of the toilets off Goodleigh's," he commenced. "I saw Mark Woodley disappearing around the corner," he added...

Ever since her divorce, Linda had been spending more and more time at the gym. Not that she needed it. Her lithe, tone figure had remained a point of pride even as she entered middle age. Lately, the gym had become a cathartic form of stress relief for her. She didn’t mind the social perks, either. The sight of the glistening, sweat-slicked bodies of college students everywhere only added fuel to Linda’s already simmering...

I want to say I had a feeling this would happen. I did have that feeling, but not in some kind of useful, psychic way. It felt just like any other intrusive thought. I told myself it was normal. Jitters. Like everyone must have on their wedding day. I breathed my way through hair and makeup and final fit check, and tried to smile and laugh along with my bridesmaids at the right intervals, as they tended to the details on...

We were all in a bubbly mood as we entered our basement room and locked the door. Yet right at the start, I had to worry about something. “Those locomotives have wide windows. Do you think the engineer saw us as he reached the curve?” Gina said, “Chloe, you’re such a worry-wart sometimes. What do you think? That he’s going to tell the dispatchers, who will issue a warning to watch for flashing girls just south of Williams...

Pamela: My mouth is dry, my head is aching and the room is spinning. I rested my head on a pillow but I had a raging hangover. I can’t remember anything from the night before, at all. The last thing I remember was taking a chug from a bottle of vodka. After that, it’s all blurry. I was in bed, butt naked. On my side, my double breasts ached slightly, and my silky long hair splayed over the pillow. My pussy and ass crack a...

I suppose what Nancy and I did down there could be called a “circle jerk.” I had dared her to masturbate against one arm of my favorite sofa while I did the same thing straddling the opposite side. I wasn’t sure she’d do it, but she accepted my challenge. We had witnessed each other climaxing as we rubbed our genitals on the rough cloth of the couch. Just after we finished, we sat there together, holding each other and ki...

deAngelo Brighton was one of the only ones at the party that knew that the party was actually for a wedding. Fitting, as that is something the Maid of Best Men ought to know. It was Halloween. It was Samhain. It was 3 AM. And at this point, the music was loud and penetrative. Everyone was in costume. deAngelo was dressed as the white rabbit who had seen better days as his white frizzy hair looked like doll fluff escaping...

Bosom buddies. That was what my mom always called me and Charity. While the term usually made me and my best friend snicker, I couldn't help but think of it now, when the two of us stood facing each other in my bedroom. A few minutes earlier, Charity had arrived at my house and let herself inside. The sound of her bounding up the steps made me grin. It was a Saturday afternoon, and since my parents would be gone till earl...