As I lay exhausted on the grass of the local park, with my clothes scattered all around me, I couldn't help but wonder. What is about me that makes men treat me this way? Do I have, "Please Fuck Me," tattooed on my forehead or something?But I'm starting at the end. Let me give you some background. My name is Alison. I'm in my last year of high school. It's a private school because my parents are loaded! We live in a fairl...

Rebecca woke to relentless shrieking, otherwise known as her alarm clock. Reluctantly, she forced her eyes open and tried to think about the Spinelli case. Her meeting from yesterday was…strange, to say the least. Sleep hadn’t came easily as she debated over the truth about Andreas’s involvement. She had finally acquired to her exhausted body, promising herself that she would wake up with an answer in the morning. A way t...

I open my eyes feeling fuzzy and out of sorts. I have just had the strangest dream about a blind date. Moving to stretch, I meet resistance that immediately brings me into sharp focus. Adrenaline dumps into my system. My heart pounds and my breath comes in a ragged gasp as I realize that my hands are bound behind me where I can feel rough rope cutting into my skin. I kick my legs but only succeed in pulling the rope bindi...

I smoothed down my dress as I went to the door to meet my husband, Mark. I hadn't seen him for over a week. This was going to be an awkward confrontation but I was determined to see it through as planned. I had the upper hand and I knew it! Let me give you some background. My name is Elizabeth and I live in one of the best parts of Adelaide, South Australia. I'm 24 years old, tall and slender. I have a great body! My bum...

We walked back to the hotel, fuelled by giggles and wine. We had left ourselves very little time, so I had no opportunity to preen myself or change into more glamorous and sexy clothes. Comfortable underwear, jeans and a sweater had seemed a natural choice to go out given the cold and damp night air, but now they felt wholly inappropriate. Anna assured me that I was over thinking the whole thing. “I only care about the pe...

Brody dropped the case files on Rebecca Johnson's already buried desk and laughed. "Here you go, busy-bee. You got some catching up to do." She could smell the cloud of body spray following him when he moved. Eau de Asshole, she thought and smiled, her eyes stinging from his acrid musk. Brody had been in her law school class, but now he was her superior at work. It was unfair, but she knew he'd ended up as second chair on...

Until that night Len had never seen his wife acting like such a wanton slut. Had she been hiding pent up fantasies? Or, was the excitement of exhibiting her sexual abilities the driving force?Len heard applause and looked up to see his wife, wrapped in a large towel, as she entered the magician’s suite. It occurred to him that there was more than one person clapping and perhaps there were three or more.Char smiled and did...

,Life can sometimes present us with painful changes in fortune, without warning, and that was the case with my wife and me. My name is Ed and I was twenty years old when I got my eighteen-year-old wife, Hannah, pregnant. Most people would assume that we would be destined to have a hard life financially. As it turned out, I'm a very good home builder and businessman, and created a lucrative construction business. By the ti...

Letting out a very deep groan, Sam finally managed to open his eyes. But as the sunlight hit his face directly he let out a second groan and closed his eyes again, turning his head away from the window. "Attempt two!" Sam thought to himself as he softly opened his eyes again, this time focusing on what he could see. He gently turned his head, but with every single move he made he felt pain at some point in his brain, like...

“The Cube? What is this movie about? Some kind of horror stuff?” I heard Steve from the living room. “Put it in and check it out,” Mike answered. I froze. Which DVD were they talking about? The sci-fi-horror directed by Vincenzo Natali in the ‘90s or its home porn version made up by my boyfriend in the hand-made cube on our backyard? I hoped the guys didn’t find our sex tape. I put down the tray on the kitchen table and p...

I pasted on my most affable, self-deprecating face while Ellen socialized with the six frat boys she’d homed in on. Actually, they were first year associates at a big LA law firm, they claimed. They had enough arrogance and youthful bravado for it. They were cookie cutter douche bags as far as I was concerned and for all practical purposes they were frat boys, half-a-dozen clean cut boys in chinos and Cole Haans with styl...