I noticed the smile on his face. It wasn't his usual cruel, evil smirk. This was new. It was almost like... genuine satisfaction. As if he’d not just taken, but truly received what he wanted. And as I rode that devastating wave, he retook control, fucking up into me harder, using my trembling body as his perfect pleasure tool, and in that moment of complete annihilation, I couldn't have been happier. The thought was a fre...

This is my first story here. And it’s almost true, like most stories. Some things I had to change, but the essence is the same. My name is not important, and I’m a college professor, the guy who makes literature fun and attractive for students. I’m around 30, and I keep myself in decent shape with exercise and a good diet. I try to keep it professional with the students, I really do, but they make it quite difficult. Some...

Charlotte saw herself as the ideal wife, 32 and still turning heads with her long auburn hair, toned body from yoga and Pilates, and a smile that put people at ease. Her green eyes reflected her kind nature. Married to Mark for eight years, their suburban life was solid: a comfortable house with a picket fence, a backyard garden, barbecues with neighbors, and sex that was steady if not explosive. Mark, 35, a marketing exe...

By two p.m., the neighborhood was a grid of heat, the air thick with cut grass, sunscreen, and the smokey haze of barbecue. At the far end of the block, three houses down from Beth’s, the white ranch house with perfect black shutters presided over a rectangle of turquoise pool. The only relief was found in the intermittent shade cast by a row of maturing birches, leaves silvered by the sun. Even the bugs seemed too lethar...

I don’t love your husband, Lucy. I cheated because I love my husband. I truly do, and this makes it sound stupid, I know, but hear me out. Your husband, James, is in reality a weak man hungry for power and frustrated that he could never wield it without limits. He’s the type who’s cruel to those beneath him but sucks up to those above. His ego is a black hole, consuming everything, and I knew that I could exploit it. With...

In your bed, I alternate between three roles: I'm playful, foulmouthed, and bold, or I'm reserved, almost shy, hesitant to need, reluctant to want. Lastly, I'm brash and in control; I'll do the fucking tonight. You take each one of us in turn, with powerful thrusts and teasing bites, or with the tender rhythm of your hips. You ride and then assent to be ridden, your dominance a fluid line into submission. Ever patient, yo...

The atmosphere in the gallery buzzed with a sense of freshness and anticipation, carrying a whisper of creativity unfolding. Track lighting lined the ceiling. Adjustable. Precise. Jim moved between Jen's paintings with ease, angling each beam to create pools of light and shadow that transformed flat canvas into living dimension. "Watch the angle here." Jim's voice carried across the chaotic space. A cluster of art student...

I didn’t go there expecting anything more than a massage. I had tension in my shoulders, stress deep in my lower back, and something heavier I couldn’t quite name coiled low in my belly. The spa was quiet, clean, and dimly lit—soft instrumental music floating through the air. I filled out the short form at the front desk and waited, my robe tied loosely at the waist, heart already beating a little faster than I cared to a...

Bridget pulled her top over her head, revealing a bra that matched her panties. I had to fight back a moan as I tried not to ogle the swell of her breasts. Why was she doing this? I wondered. I understood the humiliation she wanted to inflict on me, but why did she want to be half-naked in front of her friend's dad? She dropped her top before me, then strolled over to a small but sturdy wooden table beneath the window. Wh...