I’m 23, not the poster boy for Hollywood looks, but I know I’ve got something going on. My body is sculpted from working out at the gym two to three times a week. I have toned my legs and arms. My back is broad, and I’m content with that. I’ve got deep blue eyes that make certain women lose their train of thought. Then there’s Julie, my 21-year-old sister. She’s two years younger than I. Julie is slim-thick. She has a nic...

I, Jay, stood before Libby, my Mistress, in her bedroom. The pink lace panties she had given me to wear hugged my muscular frame, a stark contrast to my usual attire. I was her sissy slave, a role I reveled in behind closed doors, a secret that gave me a thrill like no other. "On your knees, slave," Libby commanded, her voice husky with desire. I obeyed without hesitation, my heart pounding in anticipation. She straddled...

The air in your bedroom hums with a strange, electric charge, the faint scent of jasmine and molten amber curling through the space. From a haze of gilded mist, I emerge, stepping softly into the flickering glow of candlelight. I am a vision of forbidden allure—a petite young woman, my silken, shaved skin radiant, catching the warm light in a dance of shadows and luminescence. My lithe form pulses with an almost otherworl...

The lake was quiet. I was lying naked in the sun, my wife asleep beside me, when I heard something in the bushes behind me. At first I thought it was just someone taking a leak. But what I saw... fuck. I couldn’t look away. At thirty-four, married ten years, nude sunbathing with my wife isn’t about thrill anymore. It’s about quiet. We go to the same hidden lake a few times each summer. She lays out her towel, takes off he...

The ballroom pulsed with a hushed expectancy, a tangible weight in the air that belied the innocent shimmer of the crystal chandeliers suspended high above. As the incandescent spotlight found her, bathing her in its unwavering glow, a collective inhalation swept through the assembled ranks of the city's elite. Time seemed to warp, each tick of an unseen clock amplifying the stillness, the focused attention of every gaze...

This happened on the Amtrak between Philly and DC. Early March. I was 21 and still kind of scared of Dylan. Not scared like he’d hit me or anything. Just... tense around him. My boyfriend’s older brother. Twenty-seven. Straight. Girlfriend. Big hands. Zero expression. Always acted like he didn’t want to be alone in a room with me. Or maybe like he did and didn’t know what the fuck to do with it. We took the late train bac...

I used to see her every time I was at the gym. Her body was built like a goddess and she was so pretty that I felt like a creep every time I glanced her way. Don't get me wrong, I'm straighter than a stripper’s pole, but each time I saw her, I began to question if that pole was as straight as I thought. It didn't help that she was always so nice to me and ready to help me out whenever I needed assistance. I'd go to the gy...

As if you were Aphrodite herself, you had stood in nothing but your lingerie, tantalising lace hugging your porcelain curves. Then with a kiss that bore a hint of divinity, you wrapped red satin around my eyes and bound my hands with crimson rope. My heart raced as the rope pinched my skin and drew my forearms together as if in devoted prayer. You made it tight, far tighter than last time when I wiggled free. Blindfolded...