This is like 75% fiction. When my girlfriend Nancy and I were in our sophomore year of college, both nineteen, we went to a mixer at one of her sorority sisters’ houses. The party was cohosted with a frat. We arrived around eight in the evening, and Nancy instantly began talking to people. She went from group to group as she was very friendly. I tried to catch up, but fell behind and lost her. I sat for a minute on a couc...

The Proposal at Dinner “You’ve asked how you can help contribute, so…” “Uh, I’ve never asked how I can help contribute, to be honest,” I responded, only half-joking, after my wife suggested I try to seduce her boss’s husband. “Okay, well, despite never asking how you can help, I’m telling you this is something you could do for me. Sabrina shared something incredibly vulnerable with me for a reason, and if you, if we, can...

The overhead compartment clicked shut just as the turbulence hit. Laura's fingers lingered on the cold metal latch, her swollen belly pressing into the seatback in front of her. Across the aisle, the woman with the French twist was watching Laura's fingers tremble. "You're leaking," she murmured, nodding toward the darkening patches on Laura's blouse. The airplane hummed around them, drowning out everything but the woman'...

It was late, just after twelve A.M. and I decided this was my last run. I picked up a pizza and headed to the motel. I wasn’t sure if it was still working; last I heard, it was closed. Pulled in, seemed to have a new coat of paint—looks like the attached porn shop is still closed, though. Damn. I backed into a space, grabbed the bag and soda, knocked on the door with my phone. “Hold on, I gotta get a shirt on,” was the mu...

The grand ballroom pulsed with forbidden energy under crystal chandeliers, casting a dim, seductive glow over the masquerade-themed swingers’ event. Masks hid identities, but raw hunger filled the air—couples grinding shamelessly, hands groping, moans blending with thumping bass. Sophia and Ethan arrived hours ago, dressed to kill. She, a white petite beauty at 5’3” and 110 pounds, wore a skin-tight black sheer lace dress...

Catherine was standing at her desk, shuffling through legal notes and memos, when her assistant Debbie knocked and entered her office. “Catherine, the board has requested the latest memos for the Harrington takeover.” Catherine looked up, “Yep, I’m on it,” she replied unfazed, grabbed three overfilled binders and looked up at the clock. “Shit!” she muttered to herself, "this will be tight," as she confirmed the time on he...

Chapter 28 Mirror mirror The moment they step into the private Mirror Room, it’s like walking into a secret garden of sin. Floor-to-ceiling glass on every wall, low lights catching every curve, every bead of sweat about to drip. Katherine leads the way, her trench coat swinging open just enough to show the sheer black lingerie hugging every inch of her thick, soft skin. It’s slutty, elegant, and screams: “Watch me.” Ayla...

By the end of the week, it had become our routine. Once the door was locked in the evenings, clothes no longer mattered. I was completely open, ready to be explored and surrendered to desire without limits. Work was going perfectly, and I had wrapped up my main tasks by the end of the first week. That first weekend, we wandered the city together, losing ourselves in the excitement and in each other’s company. I trusted hi...

“Paul,” Sarah’s voice drifted in from the kitchen. “How long have you been wearing my undies?” “What?” “These were in your gym bag.” She’d come into the lounge and was dangling a pair of her little lilac knickers in my face like a fly fisherman teasing a trout. “I have literally no idea how they got in there.” I could feel my cheeks reddening with a sudden blush. Her gaze was steady. “Well, let’s have a think. Perhaps a s...

Isla was pacing the floors. Her mind was racing, and she had no idea how to handle this emerging problem. Jayson was openly defying her. His confidence had blossomed, and he was now better than the Jayson she married. She recalled the events of the last week. What was it that set him off? It could not have been Elijah. They hadn’t crossed paths, and besides, Jayson knew full well she had been fucking Elijah for years. If...

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...