"I can't believe Shane would do this to me!" Sophie burst into the room, her face a mask of smeared mascara and heartbreak. Rayne, who was hunched over her desk prepping for her final paper on Monday, looked up at her best friend and roommate. She had always known Shane was a first-grade selfish arsehole, as dim-witted as he was cruel. Rayne often wondered what Sophie ever saw in him. "Come here," Rayne offered softly, dr...

~ Be My Valentines ~ 10 years before Valentine’s Day There’s a group of young men smoking at the corner of the building. You sense their presence as much as you see them. You keep walking, not even offering so much as a glance in their direction. No matter. One of them calls out, “Nice to see a new pretty face around here.” You pull your backpack straps tighter and quicken your pace, not even acknowledging him. The parkin...

Back home after our experience at the fair, I found myself nervous about seeing Dave again. Would things be different? Would we still be friends? Was he a ‘homosexual’ as we innocently called them in those days? And most troubling, why were my horny memories of Dave and me blowing each other still so strong? Why did I have this urge to masturbate when the images of Dave sucking me kept recurring to me? Was I bi, or curiou...

Jim and Ria had grown up in the same apartment complex, their friends since they could barely remember. They lived parallel lives in many ways, knowing everything about each other's families, heartbreaks, and triumphs. Ria had been in a long-term relationship with Alex, while Jim had just gone through a messy breakup with Sarah. Their friendship remained unchanged, a constant in both their lives. They saw each other almos...

“Thanks for driving me back to my apartment,” Beth said as she looked up at her boyfriend, Andrew. “Did you want to come in for a little bit? My roommate is staying at her girlfriend’s place tonight.” “We’ll finally have some time to ourselves!” Andrew said excitedly. Beth and Andrew had been dating for six months now, but they rarely had time just the two of them. It always felt like Maddie, Beth’s roommate and best frie...

The morning sun was not as forgiving as the amber glow of the previous evening. It sliced through the gaps in the linen curtains of the master suite, casting a stark, revealing beam across the aftermath of the night before. Georgia was the first to wake, her internal clock ignoring the exhaustion that weighed deep in her bones. For a moment, amidst the tangle of soft sheets and cooling skin, she floated in a haze of conte...

I was nervous - really nervous. This wasn't just jitters; my whole body was on edge. Everything about it felt wrong, or at least alien. I was a straight guy about to give a blowjob, and while I'd set this whole thing in motion knowing that, now that it was actually happening, the weight of it hit like a brick to the chest. Harrison was my oldest friend - probably my best friend. He didn't really understand why I wanted to...

The next morning I woke up and instinctively reached out beside me – the bed was empty. My head throbbed slightly from last night’s alcohol, and as the memories flooded back, a hot shiver ran through me: Anja’s lips around my cock, her moans, her taste… But right away another feeling mixed in: pure panic. What if we’d ruined everything? Five years of best friendship – destroyed because of one drunken night? Just then the...

Chapter 6 – Riding the Wrong Man July’s thighs trembled as she sat impaled on him, her slick walls gripping him tight, her breath ragged in the dark room. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this full, this stretched. Her pussy throbbed around him, spasming with every tiny shift of her hips. “God, you’re so huge tonight,” she whispered, almost to herself, her blonde hair falling around her flushed face. “I can...

My name is Oskar, and I’m going to tell you about the vacation I took last year with my best friend Anja. A vacation that would forever change our friendship into something far more intense… The alarm ripped me out of sleep at four in the morning. For a second I had to get my bearings; then it hit me: in just a few hours, our flight to London was leaving. I jumped out of bed, threw the last few things into my suitcase, an...