Jack was in a supermarket, doing some shopping. He was feeling tired after a workweek and was looking forward to spending the Saturday relaxing in front of the TV, watching a football match and drinking a few beers. He was twenty-three years old and lived alone in a fairly quiet town. He didn't have many friends, but he liked to spend most of his time alone, so he didn't mind it too much. He had a steady job at a logistic...

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,...

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...

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...

In school, I was one of the band geeks. We had a couple of months, which involved contests every weekend, and we rode to and from on coed buses with beautiful girls of all shapes and sizes who hardly noticed me. The second weekend, I was lucky enough to get a back seat to myself. A couple of the color guard girls were sitting in the seats across the aisle from me. I happened to glance down and saw nothing but flip-flops a...

“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...

I curl my toes into the leather seat, pretending it's just about getting comfortable. But he's watching. The way his hand tightens slightly on the gearshift--like it's my ankle. The way his breath catches when I stretch one bare foot toward his lap. It's dark inside the car, but the dashboard casts just enough glow to catch the sheen on my toes. He doesn't say anything. So I press my sole against his thigh. Slow. Innocent...

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...

In The Pines…. The heady, intoxicating smell of pine needles permeated everything. The old lodge was sided with wide plank pine and had the funky architecture of something built by a carpenter who was more interested in building a creative space than a functional one. The screen door slammed with a bang and Emily came dancing into the room. She was wearing her usual attire; A bikini top, a baggy pair of cut-off sweatpants...

There I sat on one end of my bed whilst my childhood friend Katie lay across it. The back of her foot was held up to my face, big toe placed against my lips. She wanted me to kiss it; she wanted me to prove I was willing to be her servant. For as long as I had known her, Katie had always been more used to getting her way. We were both outgoing and reasonably confident, but she was a pretty girl which meant guys often bent...