It was already close to 10 PM when the lone traveler realized he was lost. Unpleasant, yet at the same time oddly exciting — this hadn't happened to him in hundreds of kilometers of journeying. He had mapped his route across the least inhabited territories, only occasionally approaching villages to restock supplies. He cooked over an open fire, bathed in forest lakes, and enjoyed solitude. Everything would have been fine,...

Chapter 1: The Invitation I’m Zainab, a 27-year-old woman, carrying a story that has lingered just beneath the surface for too long. Today, I’m sharing it with Bella—the most tantalising secret of my life, one that began when I was 19, in the months leading up to my wedding. Back then, I was the picture of innocence, wrapped tightly in the modest traditions of my upbringing. But beneath those layers, there was a part of m...

I like cum; love it really. Have for a long time. My problem is I don’t always have access to it when I want to. This hasn’t been that big of a deal as I can usually source some after my shift at work (usually through Tinder). I recently took a different route, opting to have a load of cum delivered to me while I was working at the checkout lanes in the clothing store I work. Naturally, I couldn’t take it from the source...

The late afternoon sun filtered through the sheer curtains of our living room, casting a warm, golden glow across the hardwood floors. The air was thick with anticipation, a heady mix of nerves and excitement that seemed to pulse between Katie and me. I sat on the edge of our plush grey sofa, my fingers drumming an uneven rhythm on my knee. My heart was a wild thing in my chest, beating too fast, too hard, as my mind race...

Growing up in a small Midwest town in the 1980s, like many other small towns, there wasn't a lot for a young man to do. I had a few friends that we would hang out with, drag Main Street that was six blocks long, waving at everyone each time we drove by, and eventually park at a parking lot to talk. This was pretty much a nightly occurrence during the summer. There weren't many places to work, but I had a job at one of the...

Whitney, a shy college freshman with little dating experience, blushed easily and avoided eye contact most of the time. She felt too skinny and flat-chested compared to her classmates, making her self-conscious about her looks. By the time college rolled around, group projects helped Whitney become more outgoing, but she still struggled to find time for boyfriend. A week into the semester, she was terrified to find hersel...

Foreword This is the story of an eighteen-year-old young man who is incredibly well-endowed. He has been dealing in Antiques since he was twelve. His grandfather financed him in his early years, but his grandfather died three years ago. Barry, the young man, had been working with the local auction house for the last four years. Peter and Sally Grant own the auction house. Barry had worked closely with Sally, especially wh...

The chandelier glittered above the grand foyer, casting golden light across the marble floors as Emma and Nate stepped into the mansion. The air smelled faintly of jasmine and expensive cologne, and the murmur of voices drifted from deeper within. Emma clutched Nate’s arm, her nails digging into his sleeve. “We can still leave,” she whispered, her wide eyes darting toward the door. Nate swallowed hard, adjusting his tie....

We were sad to leave Patagonia and The Lodge and knew that one unreality was being exchanged for another: full-on into The Suites and The Experiment. Our flight back was identical to Sarah’s on that busy, colder morning: CRJ to Ezeiza, then A350 home, albeit that when we turned our heads, the Apella Ramp was empty because they were already above, rather than Sarah knowing that her friends were behind her, ready to soar sk...

I slid open the glass door and stepped into the breath of summer—warm, thick, and welcoming. My bare feet left the soft hush of carpet and met the slap of hot concrete. I flinched as the heat bit into my soles and tiptoed across the patio until the grass welcomed me—cool, lush, forgiving. A soft sigh slipped from my lips as the sting melted away. I glanced down, trying in vain to glimpse my toes. It had been months since...