Showers have always been where I retreat to find another version of myself. Not necessarily cleaner, that just happens to be a happy byproduct. But a place to find my center. To realign mind with body. Steam fogs the glass. Music drowns out everything else. I don’t hear the door open. I’m facing the wall, eyes closed, one hand braced against the cool tile while hot water cascades over my shoulders. I like my showers hot,...

Now that we were a little deeper into the Autumn, Anne and I were expecting an invitation to George's Halloween party, and by the middle of October, we knew what our plans would be the weekend before the holiday. In response to George's invitation, Anne had picked out a sexy, dirty Tigress costume for the party, which was basically a skin-tight, leopard-fur-patterned onesie with matching leggings and high heels. She looke...

A finer touch, and then finer still, Élise let out a cautious smile. This was the perfect spot on the corner of Place du Tertre, where the Sacré-Cœur caught the afternoon sun. In a few weeks, Spring would bring the tourists out from their winter hibernation. She worked with hunched shoulders, glancing up as she moved the charcoal across the stark-white sheet. A shadow fell across her work. She did not look up. The curious...

I kicked the dirt like I always did when the fork in the path sent Andrea on her way home, and me off to mine. We’d been friends for as long as either of us could remember, and at eighteen, we knew that this fork signaled something entirely different that day. Yes, there was still the graduation ceremony, but after that, we’d be different people going in opposite directions in life. I think we both feared the same thing:...

Rebecca's eyes fixed on him as soon as he started walking down the aisle. She was there, on her seat, unwilling to look away. He stood out from the rest as tall and strong. She noticed his well-groomed brown hair and blue eyes. Suddenly, his eyes met hers and she quickly looked away, to the window on her right side. Witnessing his powerful gaze made her excited. She wondered whether he had noticed her, but was too afraid...

Liz was stepping out of the shower when the doorbell rang. She wasn’t expecting anyone, so she reached for her phone and navigated to the app that controlled their home security system. Squinting at her phone’s screen, Liz saw her neighbor standing on the front porch. She pressed the icon that allowed her voice to transmit through the camera. “Hey, Arthur. Just wrapping something up. Give me two minutes.” She finished tow...

"Susana, stop fidgeting.” She looked at him, annoyed, and then relaxed with a smile. “I can’t help it; every time you paint me, you stand there as naked as I am, your cock swinging like a pendulum, hypnotising me.” Susana was sitting in a high-backed chair, completely naked, her flawless body shimmering under the glow of the studio lights. The backdrop had been changed for this painting, for a skyline of blue and white. H...

This feeling. This guilty feeling. The one I can no longer live without. How can I experience this soothing inner calm in the midst of a storm? The scent of sea spray in my nostrils, the sensation of the wind lightly sanding my skin and hair. I let out a first cry of pleasure. I’m slammed hard against the cold, jagged rock, my breasts crushed painfully against its rough surface, my sensitive nipples burning from the frict...

I set a homemade apple muffin next to Daddy’s travel mug. He pauses to kiss me and squeezes my round bottom. “Happy anniversary! I’m going to miss you today, Daddy.” “Happy anniversary, baby girl. Eleven years.” “I wish you didn’t have to go to work today, Daddy.” “Unfortunately, I have some important meetings this morning. But before I go, I have a surprise for you. It’s been a while since I’ve given you some tasks.” I p...

Liza woke up startled, sat up in bed, and sensed someone’s presence, but it took her a moment to realize what was happening. “Benjamin, what are you doing here?” She saw her stepfather put a finger to his lips. Liza grew even more nervous; she knew her mother’s new husband was a pervert. The man was always hitting on her—not to mention the crazy things he did with her mother. She had fallen asleep listening to her mother,...

I’ve been patient for months, letting my husband go out and fuck other women while I smiled and kissed him goodbye. Our open marriage worked that way, but lately I’ve wanted something for myself. I’ve had plenty of black lovers before — thick, dominant men who stretched me open and left me dripping. I missed that feeling. Then Jerome started coming to my gym. Tall, muscular, his dark skin shining with sweat when he lifted...