I live in a warm part of the country so when October rolled around, and pumpkin spice lattes appeared on the menu at the campus coffee shops, the temperature was still in the 80s and the weather was beautiful. It had been a week or so since I had gotten caught checking out Beth in my class, and I was still a little shocked that the whole incident had gotten me worked up enough to finger myself in my office while gawking a...

The first thing she told me when her family moved into the house across the street was that she was trans. She marched over wearing an absurd, pink tracksuit just as I was taking out the trash. It almost sounded like a confession or even that she was a little angry the way she just blurted it out. But that was it though. She didn't give me time to say anything. She didn't even tell me her name. The strange, black-haired g...

The next song that came on was pretty much the same as the first, only it was cash registers this time. They were in sync with the beat. It was fitting given where we were standing. Melinda cleared her throat. "Is there something I can help you with, honey?" she asked. The girl looked at me and then back to Melinda. "Aren't you helping him?" I stepped to the side to make room. My penis slid along the cool, glass surface o...

I woke up the next morning to Mike sitting down on the edge of the bed next to me and rubbing my back. His hand slipped under the blanket to reach up my shirt and then down under my panties. He squeezed a handful of my ass, kneading it. I moaned and turned toward him slowly, not wanting to interrupt. “Good morning,” I said groggily. Without opening my eyes, I ran my hands on him, up his arm to squeeze his shoulder, and ov...

The test That week Ava and Lorenzo entered a frantic new period in their relationship, one of enthusiastic experimentation on each other’s bodies. Increasingly, they also began to discuss far more complex BDSM. They jointly ordered more online equipment purchases, thoroughly enjoying trying out new things, to research sensitively their individual personal limits to both pleasure and pain. This meant careful preparation th...

My husband Graeme and I watched, fascinated, as the astoundingly pretty girl sitting opposite us on the train to Tirano nestled into her boyfriend's shoulder, her tongue delicately probing the little plastic carton, chasing the last of the Nutella from her travel snack of apple slices and individual portion of chocolate spread. In and out and around and around her little pink tongue went, as unhurriedly and with obvious e...

I sat in the back. I had nothing against math or even Mr. Jefferson and his smug grin. It was Alice who drew me to the table we shared in the far corner. At first glance, she appeared like an ordinary brunette. It was only when I got close that her exotic features distinguished her from the other girls. Alice's unusual eyes had very little in common even with her own genetic makeup. One of her parents was distinctly Asian...

Ever since my last adventure, I couldn’t shake the feeling that had consumed me that day. The thrill of being on display, the electric buzz that ran through me as strangers' eyes lingered on my body—it had awakened something deep inside me. Every time I replayed those moments, my arousal spiked even higher. The more I thought about it, the more I craved that intense rush of excitement. It wasn't just about showing off any...

There's this guy, Simon, whom I met at a bar, I guess maybe he is in his fifties. He's a businessman and quite high profile in the city council he works at or something like that. I was in a bar with two girlfriends from Uni, it was early evening on a Saturday, and it was a packed bar, even that early, because it is a cheap place well known for students starting their night out; also they were showing a rugby match so loa...

I was on my lunch break, in the mall, wasting time. I had meetings the rest of the day, but needed to grab a few things before I returned to the office. And food, god, I was starving. It was busy for a Tuesday but it was summertime; everyone was bored and looking for something to do. I smirked to myself a little, looking down at myself. I felt over dressed in my black suit, thigh highs and heels. My skirt was just short e...

“You ever thought about doing some art modeling?” “What? What sort? And not really,” I responded. Darleene replied, “Nude. There is an ad here in our local ‘Nextdoor’ app. Some woman locally seems to do art lessons here in Tampa and is advertising for models. Individual or couples. Ideally mature.” “Well, we certainly qualify. How do they pay?” “Says $20 per hour. Nice but not worth it unless we really want to do it.” “Oh...

The warm summer night enveloped her as she walked home, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and anticipation. Her mind raced, still processing the events that had unfolded in the dimly lit supermarket parking lot just moments ago. It had been a long time since she had felt this alive, this raw and exposed. As she approached the car, her heart pounded in her chest. The engine hummed softly, a steady pulse that matched...