After breakfast, Debra and I spent the rest of the day by the pool, sipping on drinks at the resort’s expense, with a visit down to the beach in the afternoon. Before we went down there, Debra changed into her blue bikini again, and before we left the cabin, she asked me to put sunscreen on her back. I smoothed it on her shoulders and back, and I could see down her bikini top, with those lovely tits on display, as I rubbe...

It was the fall of 1976, and Suzie had just turned twenty-two. She already had a three-year-old little boy with her and a newly divorced husband. They had been high school sweethearts, and she had gotten pregnant at eighteen. It was a marriage doomed from the beginning, and it didn't last long. Suzie was happy to be free. She was a true nympho at heart and enjoyed sex with a lot of different guys, and even a few gals when...

I am a guy of 26 years of age and have been married for just over a year. After some thought, I have decided to share something that happened in July 2025 when the UK was having a heatwave. I am aware that the event will not be to everyone’s taste, but it left me with some mixed emotions. Jealousy was one emotion, but the extent to which it turned me on was beyond belief, and I had the biggest erection I could ever rememb...

The morning light filters through the lake house windows, soft and golden, like it's trying to wash away the night. I wake up first, tangled in the sheets beside Cyrus, his arm draped over me possessively even in sleep. Cleo's still out on her side of the bed, but her breathing's steadier now, the pallor fading from her cheeks. My heart twists—a mix of triumph and ache—as I slip out carefully, pulling on my sundress from...

Robert, sweat beading on his brow, lugged in the final suitcase into the cramped apartment, dropping it with a thud beside the mountain of Tracy's other belongings. Tracy, her hands on her hips and a scowl on her flushed face, let out a sigh that had a mix of anger and despair. "I just can't believe they'd do this to me," she spat out, her voice tight with emotion. "Kick me out like I'm some kind of...some kind of whore."...

Mom's hand brushed against mine as we placed the cookies on the baking sheet, and I felt a jolt of electricity. It was more than just a touch—it was a connection, a silent understanding of the love we held for each other. Her skin was softer than soft, and the heat of her touch melted my heart, filling me with love and warmth. As we placed the cookies into the oven, Brianna sauntered into the kitchen, her giggle echoing d...

This is the story of my sister Ellie and me, Alan. Since our childhood, we were really close to each other and spent most of the time in foster homes, until we were free to live on our own. Ellie used to live in a different city with her boyfriend. This was the time when the Pandemic started, and we all were stuck in our homes. One day, I heard a knock on my door. It was Ellie, drenched to the bone with her backpack slung...

The witch’s shrill voice cut through the heavy silence of the cottage like a whip. “On the table,” she commanded, her long, gnarled finger jabbing toward the wooden surface. Her eyes gleamed with a hunger that made Gretel’s stomach twist into knots. Hansel froze, his muscles taut as a bowstring. He shot a quick glance at Gretel, his brown eyes wide with alarm. Gretel’s face was pale, her lips pressed into a thin line as s...

I flopped into the kitchen chair holding my head. The phone still in my hand began to beep. Jamie stepped over and stared at me with concern. “Michael, what’s wrong?” She took the phone and hung it up. My heart was racing. My ears were ringing, and I was so lost. But I knew lying would not help at all. “It’s…it’s Annabelle. She’s… Late.” Jamie looked surprised, shocked, and then relaxed. “But I thought she used her diaphr...