Since my hands are holding my buttcheeks apart, my chest and stomach press against the cool surface of the sturdy desk for balance. With each passing second, my senses sharpen, amplifying the rush of adrenaline. Time slows, and all that exists is my heart's rapid beat and the breathless wait for the casting agent to fuck me. I already know we won't just have sex. This will be fucking—a rough, savage hammering that I have...

As I sit naked on the couch, his request for a blowjob lingers in the air between us like an oppressive fog, smothering me with its weight and making me feel trapped. My gaze escapes away from his to the stained carpet beneath us, where the harsh lighting mercilessly exposes every flaw and blemish. Each thread seems to hold more interest than the man in front of me. The silence stretches, suffocating me. My breath comes i...

Hughes Academy was a bright school for bright students, but after the initial shock of the tougher classes of the first year in comparison to middle school, the second semester was a breeze by comparison. Things seemed easier, and the same could be said for romantic connections. Despite being generally for richer kids, Hughes Academy was no different than other high schools, festering with teenage hormones and students ei...

As I stand at the threshold, my heart pounding, the door swings open to reveal a middle-aged man with a rugged demeanor. He's dressed in jeans and a simple black T-shirt, exuding effortless cool. His eyes rake over me, pausing at the revealing red dress that I purposely picked out for this audition, the fabric clinging to my curves and accentuating my hourglass figure. My legs start shaking as I consider the implications...

Monday, Jane answered the ad. Tuesday, she got an email that she had been selected for an interview. The Lilly Cummins Institute for Reproductive Health would like to meet with you to discuss the opening it has for an assistant fertility coordinator. It sounded like she'd be some kind of counselor, or maybe a public-facing representative, or someone in marketing? Public relations? Because while Jane, 53, did have a backgr...

Lita's cinnamon-heart vortex pulls taffy from the kingpin's grizzled candyfloss. Four decades of bubblegum diva ambition knelt in vain, warned industry gossip. Stage-tight chaps swagger into the suite, red-glaring rockets launched. From behind, each ravishes the worshiping fellatrix to a simmer, unsheathes, offers the mogul a taste. Gateway licks breed hardcore gluttony. Throat serially plugged, cravings uncloseted, the s...