I lowered the lids of my two suitcases, snapped the clips shut, and turned the keys in each lock. One last glance around the cabin that had been my home for three months, and then I hauled the cases into the alleyway where my steward waited silently. “Right, Francisco, take them down to the taxi.” He nodded, slow and solemn. “Yes, Sahib.” I slung my soft leather holdall from the bed, climbed the stairs to the next deck, a...

A woman wearing a sheer blue bra is moving towards me; big nipples are clearly visible through the fabric. I instinctively try to reach for them, but I can’t move my arms. She fades away as bright sunlight fills my eyes. It slowly dawns on me that she was a dream. The events of the previous evening are coming back: frantically running to the bedroom like we were escaping a fucking fire, lying on my back with Fawn hopping...

“God, I need to get laid.” Mathilde almost chokes on her drink, and her eyes water. I grin. “Jesus Christ, Elodie.” “Well. I do.” Her phone rattles on the table, and she peers at it. “Fuck… I have to take this.” Around us, patrons soak up the sunshine, and their chatter blends with the bar staff's industry. I sit among them, trying to contain these unleashed carnal forces. They crawl and slither through me, hot and insist...

Kat's mother just turned fifty. She never married Kat's father and raised her by herself. Kat was a demure, petite redhead with small breasts and a tiny ass. We had only been married six months when Linda, her mother, came to claim me. Linda was a self-made millionaire who developed software for law enforcement. She was also a redhead and stood 5'-11", the same as me. Her face was beautiful, and her tits were a perfect 40...

I merge onto the westbound freeway with Google Maps tracking the address Fawn gave me. It’s only been about six hours, but after her flirtatious behaviour earlier today, I can’t wait to see her again. Google estimates arrival in a little less than an hour. I try listening to a podcast, but my brain ignores it in favour of reliving our meeting in the café. I set my latte on the table by the window and pull back a chair. Th...

It was late afternoon, and I was busy typing away at my desk when a deep voice behind me snapped me out of my work mode. “Raven, I need to see you in my office.” I looked up to see my boss Brad staring down at me, arms crossed across his broad chest. “OK, is something wrong?” I asked, due to the sharp tone of Brad’s voice. “Yes, but it’s a private matter. Just come to my office, and we can discuss it there.” Brad said wit...

Time has become meaningless. She won’t let me stop. Her ass tightens around my fingers, buried to the knuckle. This is an SOS, typed with one hand. Provisions have run dry. Someone please send water—I’m parched. I can’t remember the last thing I drank, but I think I remember the last thing I ate. It was her—maybe her ass, maybe her cunt. Hard to say. Malnutrition clouds judgment. Hydration is a distant memory. She’s lost...

What a dumbass. He thinks he’s being sly. He thinks I don’t notice him stealing glimpses of this body. My body. I want to scream at him. Mind your own business, horn dog! I’m just trying to get in a good workout. I didn’t come here so you could stare at me and then go home to jerk off thinking about what you saw. He thinks he got a good show with the sumo jacks I just finished. I made sure I had proper form: ass pushed ou...