When Charlotte woke up to the reflection of the sunrise on the wall opposite her large window, she felt sleepy, but not nearly as tired as last night. She wanted to sleep again, but the dried cum all over her body was too itchy to ignore any longer. So she got up, searched the floor for her skimpy outfit, which she hadn't worn in a while by this point, and pondered whether to put it on or not. She decided that, while this...

It was Sunday evening, and tomorrow morning my mom would be home. Doug set his coffee down and looked at me, steady and quiet. “One last night. Let’s make it count.” I nodded, throat tight. He kissed my forehead, grabbed his keys, and left. The second the truck rumbled away, I ran upstairs. I locked the bathroom door and shaved until my skin tingled—legs, chest, the faint trail below my navel. In Mom’s drawer I found the...

While I was still at college I met a boy who was to become my husband and who knew I had undertaken a number of modelling assignments whilst at college. A year or two later we decided to get married to add a further dimension to what was already a very sexual relationship. We were like all couples just setting out on life together, seriously short of money and trying to save at the same time as having some fun. One day my...

The airport hums with late-afternoon energy—flights announced, wheels rolling, voices overlapping in a soft din. Megan sits at the far end of the nicest bar in the terminal, her posture relaxed but deliberate, a practiced mix of confidence and ease. The stem of her glass glints beneath the downlights as she swirls her drink—a martini, extra dirty, what she half-jokingly calls her “slutty martini.” The olives clink softly...

"What's the Wi-Fi password?" Emily's teenage son, Jake, shouted from the hallway. Emily, a single mom, rolled her eyes as she typed away on her laptop, juggling emails from work with dinner prep. "It's on the fridge, Jake," she called back. She was tired. Her day had been a whirlwind of office deadlines and parent-teacher conferences, and she was eager to collapse into bed. She didn't have the energy for one of Jake's mar...

Thursday morning. Ryan sat at his sleek downtown office desk, the soft hum of Seattle waking up outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Claudia’s file lay open before him — a complex contract needing his attention — but his mind drifted back to last night. He remembered the heat of McKenna’s skin pressed close, the way her breath hitched as they tangled beneath the sheets, the lingering taste of her lips still fresh. They’d...

The private room of the upscale steakhouse buzzed with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low thrum of background jazz. Mahogany walls glowed warm in the candlelight. Crystal goblets gleamed. And Charlotte sat near the end of the long table, legs crossed beneath her tight black pencil skirt, sipping a whiskey neat—her drink of choice when she wanted to feel powerful. She’d been Benjamin Holt’s personal assistant for five...

At the end of the first Covid lockdown in 2020, I was able to start meeting up with friends again. I had a group of mates who all lived in a flat in a swanky development in central London. The development was right next to the River Thames, with 24-hour security and a concierge. Best of all, my mate’s flat was great for having parties. I was having a BBQ with them one day when they mentioned someone was moving out, and th...