The apartment was too quiet. Not the peaceful kind, the kind that pressed against my skin like a held breath, swelling in my ears until it screamed. The city outside my windows pulsed with life, distant and mocking, while I lay marooned in the stillness of my living room. The clock’s ticking stabbed at my nerves like tiny blades. It had been days since I’d let myself feel anything but the gnawing ache of want. The text me...

The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the quiet house, signalling the end of another ordinary day. For her, however, this evening is far from ordinary. She has been anticipating this moment all week, a rare night alone in her room, free from interruptions or expectations. It's a night she plans to indulge in her most secret desire, a ritual that is both intensely personal and deeply satisfying. A night to push...

Dawn crept over the drowned city like a guilty lover, all hesitant touches and broken promises. Jace hadn't slept. The data chip from Ciara lay on his desk next to a cup of coffee gone stone cold, both untouched for hours. That metallic taste still lingered on his lips, making everything else taste wrong. His office – a salvaged shipping container suspended thirty stories up – hummed with the sound of screens and security...

Her words embarrassed him more than his exposed member. He never knew he could react like that. He never knew he could feel like that. It was so intense for him, feeling her lips meet his skin and bite his thighs. Her lips were so gentle, they were affecting every cell in his body. Her fingers, so close to his entrance, were making him hazy. He couldn’t help himself but moan out, “Please!” “Oh, no. You don’t have to beg,”...

He was a sweet and gentle boy who had been living in the countryside since his birth. The ocean and the moon were his only friends. Since no one understood the way of his brain. Then, not so surprisingly, he had caught someone’s eyes. Someone who recently moved there with her brother, after the death of their parents. On the first day of her appearance, she saw him yearning for the moon. She couldn’t see his face, but the...

Kim walked home from the grocery store, snow crunching beneath her rapidly moving feet. It was cold, and she could not wait to get home. As Kim passed the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree in her neighbor's front yard, she suddenly felt sad. Sarah would not be home waiting for her; she had left yesterday to celebrate Christmas with her family, leaving the place to Kim. Kim opened the front door, and the Christmas tre...

So we live out in the middle of nowhere. When you live in the middle of nowhere, you have more privacy. You can grow certain things and pursue your hobbies without being bothered. Stuff that gets you cited or worse in the city is fine here. And even if it’s illegal, who will know? So you end up with stuff folks value. And sometimes people do just about anything to get what you have. Around 3 am, my phone buzzes me out of...

I was running a bit late that morning and stopped in the local coffee shop to grab a coffee.  When I walked through the door, I was happily surprised to see Porsche sitting at a booth with a friend. My eyes secretly inspected her as I walked to the counter.  She looked particularly hot today in a soft flannel shirt, unbuttoned down enough to show the white tank top underneath and a short jean skirt with a pair of white ti...

She slides into bed. She is excited and hopeful. It has been a while. Michelle made her husband his favorite meal for dinner. Instead of watching television, she set the table, dimmed the lights, and used their gifted silver-plated candle sticks. She wondered why people still gave those as wedding presents. Maybe it was how married people secretly told newlyweds that those candle sticks would be needed for evenings like t...

I walked into the group meeting, late as usual, scouting the room for a seat. “Perfect, right next to Dan,” I thought as I took a seat at the desk next to him. I smiled at him as the meeting began. However, I could not pay attention at all. Nope. Instead all I could think about was the guy next to me. I couldn’t have been luckier to get placed in a group with Dan, and I didn’t even have to beg the professor. It was pure l...

A whisper entices me awake “Morning My Love” Rushing to get on with the day A warm sweet whisper “Have Sweet Day” Then lunch arrives with a bewitching “So how’s it going sexy?” It becomes desperately hard to get through rest of day When a whisper shows up “Missing you XOXOXO” On the way to you Enthusiasm sprouts with “Nothing on but a Smile” At the door, that smile greets me Whisper from your sweet soft lips “So glad you...

John shifted uncomfortably in his seat. It was first period and everything from his desk to his pants just seemed a little too tight. He had been sporting anywhere from a semi to a full blown hard-on since he woke up. He had woken up late this morning with his cock throbbing and his mind running. As a seventeen year old boy it wasn't unusual to wake up with a morning woody, but his dream had been a particularly intense on...