There’s nothing quite like a Caribbean sunset. I’m relaxing on a lounger by one of the many resort pools, eventually closing my eyes after the last rays of the sun disappear on the horizon. The waves lap onto the shore and I drift into a deep state of relaxation. I’m thinking of the fun in the sun my friends and I had that day and the full week of vacation still ahead. Suddenly, a deep voice startles me, and my eyes fly o...

It starts with rope. He lets us tie him up—willingly, almost smugly—as if he thinks this is just a game. His wrists are bound to the headboard, stretched above his head. His chest is bare, his arms flexing every time we shift on the bed. He’s watching us—intensely—while his cock twitches under the thin fabric of his boxers. He’s hard. So fucking hard. And we haven’t even touched him yet. We crawl up beside him—one on each...

A couple of days after our threesome, John called and asked if I was up for another ‘session’ on Friday evening. Friday was our boys' night, and Sarah usually went to a bridge club. Something I’d mocked her for being way too middle class, but it was mostly an excuse for her to get drunk with the other wives in the village. Again, they wanted to come to my place, as Sarah was still anxious about using theirs. John had aske...

"Liz, have you seen the job posting?" Lori's eyes gleamed with excitement as she waved the newspaper in the air. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled their small, cozy kitchen. Liz looked up from her morning crossword puzzle, the aroma of coffee wafting over to her. "What's up?" she asked, setting aside her pen. "The Sisters of Charity are hiring," Lori said, slapping the paper onto the kitchen table. "They're lookin...

It's so nice that it's not cold anymore. I'm sitting in a sundress on the patio, the midnight breeze a cool caress on my skin. I take another sip of sparkling wine while looking at my phone; I'm so focused on the screen that I don't notice the sound of footsteps behind me until I feel a surprise squeeze on my ribs. I let out a small yelp, half fright, half tickle. How is it that you always catch me off guard? And you alwa...

On an unassuming Saturday afternoon, the quiet hum of the refrigerator and the clinking of silverware against plates filled the kitchen of the suburban home. The scent of a hastily prepared lunch—spaghetti and meat sauce with a side of garlic bread—lingered in the air. The sunlight filtered through the dusty blinds, casting a lazy pattern of shadows across the floor. Michaela, dressed in her blue and green button dress wi...

The stranger leaned in and pressed her slightly pursed lips on my penis’ head on the right side. The heat and moisture from the woman's soft touch began a pulsing pleasure throughout my body as her lips parted slowly around the whole of my tip. Her tongue slipped underneath, letting my spearhead start to penetrate her mouth. As she continued to lick me the sexy stranger used her lips to suck my tip up and down methodicall...

"It's been months, Sofie. Don't you think it's time you stopped sulking and moved on? That ass doesn't deserve you or your tears," her best friend said as he sipped on his third cup of coffee. At twenty-five, Ezra Bourdain, the youngest cardiologist at Mercy General, was the most supportive man she'd ever met. Besides his wonderful personality, he could charm the panties off the rudest patient without even batting an eyel...

Her phone rang, and she immediately reached for it. It was him—she had been eagerly waiting to hear from him for hours. He had finally called, giving her a bit of the attention she so desperately craved. Just hearing the ringtone she had designated for him gave her butterflies. He didn’t say much; he didn’t need to. What he said was enough to send anticipation shooting through her body. She answered tentatively, “Hello?”...

So lonely…so lonely…so lonely, a voice echoed in a tormented voice. Jason woke up groggy once again. In the back of his mind, he had a gnawing feeling he had something meaningful to do, but couldn’t put his finger on it. Having learned his lesson in Medical, he did not try to sit upright away and carefully looked around and quickly realized he was in his own quarters but with some changes. He was wearing a medical gown ag...

Welcome back to my sexual autobiography, answering questions I see posted on the Lush forums with a true story! And this poster asks, Is sex in the car awesome or awkward? I’d love to be able to tell you that I have been ravished on the backseat of a car. I really like the idea of making passionate love in a limo or a millionaire’s super-car, my hands desperately grasping steam-soaked windows as I succumb to orgasm, perha...

“I’m telling you, Audrey. She’s acting weird. She’s avoiding me. She barely looks at me. She doesn’t talk. It’s like she’s just not there,” I said as I massaged her feet in her dark nylon stockings. She had cast aside her shoes the moment she stepped inside, and I’d followed her in. It was no wonder her feet hurt when she decided to teach all day in 3-inch heels. Now she was lounging back on the sofa, letting me take care...