Chapter One The jungle air was thick and damp, clinging to Professor Faye Sinclair’s skin like a second layer. The midday sun filtered through the canopy in fractured beams, illuminating the carved stone beneath her fingertips. Around her, the dense jungle pulsed with life—the distant call of a howler monkey, the rhythmic chatter of cicadas, the occasional rustle of unseen creatures moving through the undergrowth. The cle...

Eighteen-year-old Matt squinted into the glowing afternoon sun, his eyes adjusting to the stark contrast as he stepped out from the shade of the poolside snack bar. The chlorine scent of the water washed over him, mingling with the sweet coconut of sunscreen and the faint waft of barbecue from somewhere nearby. His skin felt sticky with the combination of heat and sweat, and his eyes scanned the bustling pool area, lookin...

The weather last summer had been terrible. So, I convinced Jack we needed some winter warmth. We chose Tenerife because of the predictable sunshine, although we have never been before, and we feared it would either be kiss-me-quick or full of old people. We were very wrong. We booked the luxury, smart and upmarket El Mirador Hotel. It was adults only, our preferred choice when traveling. On our third day, we had dinner at...

It was a long week at work, and when I got home Friday evening I was too exhausted to even think about sex. I downed a beer and went to bed. But Saturday morning, I woke up refreshed and ready to go! Remembering what a great time I’d had with Agnes last weekend, I figured I’d give the FOWNY website another whirl. I sat down at my laptop and browsed to the FOWNY bookmark. I typed in the user number it had given me last wee...

The whispers of the neighborhood had always been a symphony of accusations and pity, but Nasreen had learned to tune them out, focusing instead on the gentle coo of the mourning doves that frequented her small garden. She had been married for a mere fraction of the time it takes for a seed to grow into a mighty oak, yet the bareness of her womb had echoed through the years with the same resounding finality as the slamming...

Our summer barbecue was winding down. It had been a glorious hot day and our barbecue had been a great success when black clouds rolled in. Two of our neighbours, Terry and Malcolm, were playing snooker in the den that I had built at the bottom of our garden. My den was actually a huge shed. Inside, I had installed a full-sized snooker table, a dartboard and a very well-stocked bar. Two large, leather sofas and a large le...

The low hum of voices in the conference hall surrounded Lana as she shifted nervously in her seat, the laminated lanyard marking her as a first-time attendee. At 5’4”, twenty-two-years-old, Lana usually carried herself with quiet confidence, but here, in the sea of seasoned professionals, she felt small and out of place. Despite her nerves, she knew she had an attractive presence. Her petite but curvaceous frame turned he...

There was wetness from my orgasm everywhere: on his chin, his neck, and his cheeks. He had been on my pussy for nearly a half hour and showed no signs of being sated. Nor did I. My nineteen-year-old son, Nathan Waller was a really good lover. Let me rephrase that – he was the best lover I ever had. It was a cold early January Wednesday, and he was home for another ten days before his spring semester began. It was the firs...