Chris's eyes peeled open at the first hint of dawn, his back screaming in protest from a night spent contorted on the too-small couch. The cushions, once plush and inviting, had become instruments of torture during the night, leaving him with knots in his shoulders and a dull ache that pulsed down his spine. He winced as he attempted to sit up, the punishment for another night banished from his marital bed—a bed where he...

I’ve had it with Christmas, at least the version where I fly across the country and pretend everything’s fine at my parents’ place. My dad isn’t the man who raised me. Somewhere over the last few years, he drifted from moderate to Fox News junky, and then straight into a pool of YouTube conspiracy nonsense. By Thanksgiving, he wasn’t even hiding the racist parts anymore. I’ve never hidden from my parents that I had all ki...

The bold, white text of the Healthy Interracial Society website stood like a proud declaration against the shadowy black backdrop, paragraphs of text and exciting sexual imagery guiding the viewer's gaze further down the page. Kirk scrolled through one of his most frequented porn folders, selecting a particularly striking shot of a well-endowed black man penetrating a curvaceous white woman from behind, and slotted it int...

Chris's knees ached as he knelt on the hard bathroom floor, a small brush clutched in his trembling hand as he worked at the stubborn grout between tiles. The sounds filtering through the wall made his stomach clench and his cock twitch simultaneously—Sandy's high-pitched moans, punctuated by the deep, possessive grunts of Marcus. The rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh formed a humiliating soundtrack to his menial l...

Part 1: The Secret Show Begins The moment the car engine cut off, the night fell into that sticky, breathless hush, the kind that made Ayla's thighs squeeze together before she even realized. She sat next to Jess in the driver's seat, heart pounding like a bass drum, staring up at the single upstairs window where a flicker of candlelight glowed behind a half-drawn curtain. A couple days ago, Katherine had texted Jess with...

The pine-scented cleaning spray stung Chris's nostrils as he worked the mop across the hardwood floor, his muscles aching from an hour of domestic labor. The bedroom door creaked open behind him, and he didn't need to turn around to know it was Sandy - her presence always sent a shiver down his spine these days, a mixture of devotion and dread that made his stomach clench. When he finally looked up, the sight of her nearl...

The Chosen In Pine Valley, faith was the air people breathed. The church bell marked the rhythm of their days, and on Sundays the pews filled with families who nodded approvingly at one another across hymnals. The sanctuary of their Church was filled with the murmur of hymns fading into quiet, the congregation turning expectant eyes toward the pulpit. Pastor Lowell spread his arms wide, his voice carrying over the wooden...

Chris plunged his hands into the steaming dishwater, letting the heat prickle his skin as he searched for the rough texture of a sponge beneath the suds. The water level sank and rose in tiny waves while his fingers probed the bottom of the sink, catching on the sharp edges of forgotten utensils. Already, faint sounds drifted from down the hall - a feminine giggle, a deeper chuckle, the soft creak of bedsprings starting t...

The husbands of Liza and Alina arrived in an old car they’d flagged down on the road. The driver turned out to be Nastya’s neighbor from the next plot, an older but quite attractive man with Eastern features. The women only saw him through the SUV’s tinted windshield, so all they had to go on was Nastya’s description. A hard rain had started. The guys reeked of sweat, marsh scum, and fish, but when their wives suggested a...

Sarah awoke to the sound of her alarm blaring, the harsh buzzing penetrating through the fog of sleep that clouded her mind. She reached out and slapped the snooze button, nestling back into the warm embrace of her pillow. Beside her, Mark stirred, his arm flopping onto her stomach in a half-asleep gesture of affection. Sarah sighed, carefully extracting herself from his grasp and swinging her legs over the side of the be...

It was hers, as the screen made clear. Alina drew “lick Simon’s thumb.” She hesitated a moment, then decided to do it. Walking up to him, she took his fist in both hands and, using only her tongue, very gently licked his thick black thumb. Judging by Simon’s face, the guy was ready to fuck her right here and now. And Alina was going out of her mind from how badly these men wanted her — and how delicious it was to watch th...

Every Saturday night, Nikki and I go to the local bar. It is not a biker bar, but it has that atmosphere. There is a wide mix of people who come to it. This past Saturday night, we went up there for the Glo-Foam party. Black lights, foam on the dance floor, and women all wearing the sexiest in glow-in-the-dark clothing. Nikki was wearing her trademark short shorts and a white tank top, accompanied by cowboy boots. She was...