I usually wasn’t extremely nervous about interviews. Sure, I was always a little nervous; who wasn’t? But I always got the butterflies out of the way in the first few minutes. This interview shouldn’t be any different, I kidded myself. Worst-case scenario, I would go back to my normal life, with my normal high-paying six-figure attorney job, and that would be that. Right now, what was making me nervous as I stood in the w...

Forsooth, it came to pass that the light of Prometheus was contained, to be carried by the people. Held in digital cages gorging empty pixels. Casting pods of dark malevolence alongside altruistic philosophy… While he is in mid-sentence, the author is interrupted by a metallic ping from the computer. It is a message notification that begins ‘Hey Joe'. Joe clicks on the smiling cucumber icon, and an image of a naked woman...

There is a book, likely printed in the 1970s, about massage. It came into my home when I was newly married and very naive, and in it was a photograph that has stuck with me as I've outgrown not only that marriage but also those old ideas of what it meant to be good. The photo was of a woman enjoying a massage on a wooden dock that jutted out into a small lake in the mid-afternoon sunshine. She was naked and surrounded by...

Steve looked at the beautiful redhead seated next to him on the Airbus 320 as it took them to their destination, an all-inclusive island resort. He was the luckiest man alive that she was not only sexy and well-endowed, but she was his wife, Olivia. He was excited for this trip; it had been a long time since they’d taken a vacation, and he intended to make it one that they would remember for a very long time. Although sha...

You glide your hands on my back, as if trying to remember every flaw— each curve a confession, each breath is an act of devotion. You slide them down to my hips, tracing my love handles that only a very few men saw. Your fingers pause— lingering on this earth-incensed skin that has learned to forget how to be seen. I am standing still, blindfolded, wrists bound, leaning against the cool wall, anchored by trust, lifted by...

After just a few minutes of her hard girl-cock abusing my throat she pulled out and stepped back. The look of disappointment on my face registered with her immediately. “We have all the time in the world, babe,” she said reassuringly. “Besides, I want to go get dressed for you — properly dressed.” I leaned forward and kissed her girl-cock on the head. “Mmm, great idea, hon,” I said. “Let’s get dressed!” Jaymie picked up h...

The show had just ended. Clown-town chaos. A dark-ass alley venue in some random city where the dirt stains the concrete and the Faygo soaks your soul. It wasn’t a tour stop—just one of those nights when the Wicked Shit showed up to rot the skyline. And I was ready. As soon as the bass dropped for “Bang! Pow! Boom!”, I did what I always do: rushed the stage. Security tried—grabbing, yelling, blocking—but I slipped through...

It’s Valentine’s Day! One of Stephanie’s favorite days of the year. She always looks forward to seeing what romantic gesture the guys come up with. In the past, she’s had everything from a sappy card, so cheap and unimaginative, to diamond earrings, which her mother made her return because they were way too expensive. She plans on getting Taylor something as well, the gifts aren’t just for the girls anymore. She has alrea...

Virgil found himself frustrated again. While stroking his cock felt great, the release of orgasm eluded him lately. He could still get nice and hard, but reaching climax had been unattainable for some time now. Things were already not fabulous in his relationship with his wife, Sheila. Although she was still a beautiful woman, she had lost interest in sex long ago, and while she knew he took care of himself from time to t...