CHAPTER TWO – TOWEL He stared at the screen, heart ticking in his chest. What the fuck was that text? Who even says shit like that? It should’ve weirded him out more. And it did—kind of. But at the same time… wasn’t that just how guys joked? He didn’t really have guy friends. Not like that. Maybe this was just what male friendship looked like—crude, invasive, sweaty. And with Camila gone, the apartment was too quiet. Week...

Unperturbed, Samantha shifted her foot slightly, pressing her bare sole almost against my cheek, and once again, just like before, I froze from embarrassment and couldn't move. In the dim light of the living room, my burning cheeks weren't visible, but everyone nearby noticed Samantha sprawled out so languidly. "Girls, maybe I should move?" Anna fidgeted, trying to scoot a bit farther away, since she was lying right betwe...

Outwardly, I was thriving. It has been three months since my boyfriend, Jason, left me. Everyone praised me for the way I was handling the breakup. I was doing better than ever at work, even earning a promotion. And I was in the best shape of my life, my twice-a-day workouts tightening my stomach, toning my already shapely legs, and shedding any of the typical weight one gains when they’re in a comfortable, long-term rela...

Samantha threw her head back and laughed—bright and ringing. "God, baby, I adore your sense of humor!" I felt deeply embarrassed, but I didn't want to give up so easily. Right now I felt brave, and besides, we were so close—I was holding Samantha's foot in my hands, feeling her smooth skin beneath my fingers... "I'm not joking, Sam. I... I really liked it." Samantha stopped laughing. I was afraid to look her in the eyes,...

Everything in my life had gone to plan. After college, I’d joined a top marketing firm, quickly climbing the ranks. Within a few years, I had the big corner office, an assistant, a devoted team. I won awards and was seen as one of the top marketing executives in my field. And it wasn’t just my work life that went perfectly to plan. I met an attractive, sweet man who would soon become my husband. I was the Queen at work, a...

Samantha's call jolted me awake early that morning. I didn't even need to check my phone screen to know it was her— recently I'd lost her a bet and had to set "You're My Superstar" as her ringtone. She'd even call me deliberately when we were together, just to laugh at my disgruntled glare. I had memorized Jessie J's song from Ice Age by heart and was starting to hate it. Without letting the chorus finish, I grabbed my ph...

Breathing fast, not yet relaxed from having just cum, I rested on my knees, looking right at Noreen's bare foot, in front of me, her leg still bent, still stable while her right arm rested lightly on Judy's arm next to her. My little gasping moans as I came had the attention of the other four women. This only heightened the deep feelings of girly submissiveness that still coursed thru me, even after my juices had flowed o...

He watches me. Wrecked. Worshipful. I pause, then glance over my shoulder with a smile that starts in my lips but finishes in my hips. “You gave me your dirtiest dream,” I purr, crawling back into his lap, knees bracketing his thighs, voice low and full of wicked promise. “Now I’ll give you mine.” My free hand drifts down my stomach, fingers slipping through my own slickness. “From the foot of the bed,” I say, letting my...

It had only been a few days since I got married. Like always, I used to go jogging every morning, and afterward, I would sit on the sofa for a while. I kept my socks inside my shoes, but every time I returned from my shower, I would find one of them lying outside. I asked my husband about it, but he denied knowing anything. Yet it happened every single day. That’s when I began to grow suspicious. One day, after returning...

“So…” he murmurs, dark eyes gleaming. “Dessert time?” I grin. My feet curl around the bottle, pluck it from his grasp before he can blink. He watches me. Waiting. I arch one foot over the plate, slow and deliberate. “Dessert?” I echo, voice dipping low. Then I drizzle. A slow ribbon of amber coats my arch. Slides between each toe. His breath catches. I tilt my foot toward him. “You clean this mess.” I nudge the syrup bott...

Chapter 1 The comfort-class taxi smoothly turned left, and I stared wide-eyed at the familiar sprawl of my home city. My aunt Mary, upon hearing I was finally going on my long-awaited vacation, started calling nonstop, begging me to look after her house and the garden she’d planted. Her daughter-in-law had given birth to a baby boy two weeks ago, and Mary busied herself teaching her how to wash diapers and bathe an infant...

Matt and Sarah had been dating for several months already, but throughout the course of their relationship, the couple would always go back to Matt's house. Every single time the two were together, Sarah would either decline requests or refuse to invite Matt over. However, after some time, Matt was finally able to convince Sarah to let him come over to her house. It was a Friday, and the two were relaxing in the living ro...

We were sitting by the lake. It was a hot day in mid-August, almost a year after I first smelled a pair of her panties. I sat on a rock and threw small pebbles into the water. Mom was wearing this gorgeous light blue sundress. She had on black flip flops, and I could see her dainty toes with the blue polish on them, and I could see her ankles, her legs, so radiant they shined in the afternoon sun. We sat in silence for a...

Blackberry sweet tea was set on the table in a glass pitcher. The early morning light caught the clink of the ice in the dark liquid like some bizarre prism. "She gon' land safe. She gon' land safe. I just know it, I swear 'fore god, she gon' land safe. Just gotta wait for her to get here. I made her tea, I made her tea, she gon be here for this tea. She gotta... she gon' be here for this tea." Mary paced as she rubbed he...

It was currently midday on a Saturday afternoon and the town center was bustling with life. Parents were on shopping trips with their families, groups of friends stood gossipping about their lives and the elderly relaxed on benches appreciating the clear sky. These were all completely common things to be doing with your weekend. Meanwhile, I was browsing the aisles of a pharmacy searching for nail polish. The sheer number...