He had watched her from afar all night. It was summer, and that evening, the apartment with a terrace was full of friends of friends. Claudie was a petite redhead, sitting in the kitchen next to the friend who invited her. For the party, she put on a long black dress. She didn't think much about it, but her generous curves, large breasts, and pale skin reddened by the sun could be seen well under the dress. He started wat...

As my husband of thirty years came, he asked me what was the sluttiest thing I had ever done... My mind wandered. Was it fingering my best friend on the bus? Sucking off my sister’s boyfriend in the garden? Gagged, bound and being fucked by strangers? Your mother fucking me with a strap-on the night before we married? Giving a hand job to your best friend in the back seat while you drove? Choking on your uncle as your fat...

She lies on the private beach she rented, lying there naked. Her golden hair shines in the sunlight, casting a radiant glow across her body. She listens to the waves crash against the shore and lies back to enjoy the vibe. Between the drink she had and the sun, she was feeling very relaxed and, dare I say, a little horny. She feels the towel under her ass and digs it into the sand a little more. She moans a little at the...

The irony of this whole thing was that a foolish mistake of mine earned me one of the greatest sex experiences of my life. And it happened in the least place I would ever expect it. When I left the house, the dark clouds had gathered, and there was a chill in the air. I knew that it was going to rain soon, but I assumed that I would get to my destination before it started. “Just wait, June!” My best friend, Priya, told me...

The beach … So many feelings: Chris Rhea’s On The Beach with its distinctive intro and his gruff vocals stepping through the vivid visualisations of a tropical beach. Night at the beach, just me and the dog walking with the soft, wet sand and the lights of the city backlighting. A swim on a flat day with the dog enviously looking on! Or a swim on a rough day as I ride over a series of small breakers, then punch through th...

The next day, Colleen woke up feeling both sore and invigorated. She slipped into her new uniform: a wrap-around blouse that barely contained her ample breasts, the gold chain with its clit clamp and nipple clips glinting in the morning light. She took her time getting dressed, feeling the coolness of the new four-inch dildo as she pushed it into her ass. It was a reminder of her submission, a constant presence that thrum...

She was so done with today. Classes were exhausting, the hot weather sucked and the bus, as per usual, was late. She just wanted to get home and blow off some steam. Finding a seat at the back of the bus, she started daydreaming. Masturbating was her favourite form of self-care and oh, how she needed it today. Her thoughts got interrupted when someone sat down next to her. Annoyed, she looked over. The whole bus was pract...

Sarah froze under the wail of the alarm, lungs burning with the ghost of smoke as the door crashed open. The firefighter filled the frame—broad shoulders, soot on his jaw, the sharp scent of cold air and something clean clinging to his uniform. “Ma’am, talk to me. Are you hurt?” he asked, gaze sweeping the room before settling on her. She shook her head, but her hands wouldn’t stop trembling, adrenaline humming under her...

The warehouse never truly slept, but at 3:17 a.m. on a February night it came as close as concrete and steel ever would. The last outbound trailer had sealed forty-three minutes earlier. The yard jockey killed his engine and disappeared into the guard shack with a thermos of truck-stop coffee. Then the building did what it always did when no one was watching: it exhaled. Lights dimmed to security levels, HVAC fans dropped...