Sarah was getting ready to cook dinner when her phone announced a new message on social media. It was from someone she didn’t know. LunaVisions. Maybe spam? She tapped on the profile out of curiosity. The photo showed an older woman with soft gray hair and a gentle smile. She had hundreds of friends, yet barely any public posts. She seemed very private. Sarah decided to read the message. “This might sound wild, but last n...

​In the beginning, we were just an ordinary couple: in love, happy. Math helped a bit when we realized it was cheaper for both of us to move in together, so we did. The lust didn’t fade, but there was a barrier. My partner—who initially seemed not to care—soon found ways to break it. But what exactly am I talking about? And why does it matter? Well, after six months, "the volume" had become natural to me. There was nothin...

It had been three days since the last practice. Three days since Casper pressed his impressive package against my butt, got me hard as rock, then walked off all casual. Three days of trying not to read into it. I told myself I was overthinking, that he was just doing his job, that it hadn’t meant anything. But the truth was, I’d replayed that moment, like, a hundred times. I could still feel the ghost of his chest against...

I enjoyed the feel and look of feminine clothes from a very early age. I am fortunate that I have a sister a couple of years younger, so I was able to try on her clothes in private when no one was around, as well as my mother’s, as I got a bit older. I do remember wearing my sister’s swimsuits, the shiny, sleek Lycra-type outfits in their bright colours with the high-cut styles. I was small for my age, so despite the two-...

I am strong-minded, intelligent, self-sufficient, and a submissive. While this may confuse some, it makes perfect sense to me. I am not submissive to every dominant I meet. I am not submissive to every male. I am submissive only to the one who respects me, loves me, treats me as an equal partner (yes, submissives ARE equal partners!), and has earned the title of Sir. I am perfectly capable of caring for myself. I can chan...

Colin was right - the dye he used in Henna Collar lasted a full month and a few days. Of course, I helped that along by taking excellent care of the temporary tattoo. During the last month, I was also Colin's 24/7 submissive. He limited my clothing selection (which saved me a ton of stress and hours of deliberating about what to wear!) and worked on adapting my nipples more. To be honest, I didn't think I'd like any of it...

The following morning he showed up right on time, tool belt slung around his hips and that same easy confidence in his stride. She met him at the door, trying to stay casual, but warmth gathered in her throat under his gaze. “Morning, Laura.” “Morning,” she managed, stepping aside to let him in. The use of her first name threw her off a little. His eyes lingered on her face, on the faint flush she couldn’t quite will away...

So, Dave and Lacey had consummated their attraction with a torrid evening of office sex. The bout had begun with Lacey providing Dave with a vigorous, sloppy, slobbering, gagging, coughing, sputtering blowjob. Dave then gave Lacey the fucking of her life, filling her pussy to maximum capacity and nearly splitting her in two by pulverizing her asshole with his long, thick cock. Dave was the chief engineer, and Lacey was hi...

The LA sun cast a golden glow over the sprawling Los Feliz backyard where the barbecue was in full swing. Ashlee, all 5 feet, 10 inches of her, had been playing volleyball all evening and had just showered and changed, and was now dressed in a tiny denim skirt and a crop top that showcased her toned midriff. Ashlee was a fucking babe, dude. She stood by a picnic table, her high ponytail swaying as she laughed with her fri...

It had been five days since Lila had walked away—and not once had she looked back with regret. In those five days, Dominic hadn’t just wrecked her body; he’d rebuilt her understanding of what it could mean to be wanted. Their days blurred into a whirlwind of raw, intense physicality—his hands finding her in every corner of her apartment, his mouth claiming hers against walls, counters, the shower tile, her own trembling s...