Katy needed evening and weekend work since she was at college during the day; the obvious employer was the local public house. They were always hiring young talent to man the pumps and keep the old boys happy and in check. This is where she would meet Stan. Entering 'The suck and swallow', she met with a middle-aged woman who went by the name of Stephanie. Stephanie was a middle-aged woman with a sharp, calculating gaze t...

I’d just stepped through the front door of our little semi-detached, the adrenaline-laced buzz from a successful meeting with a new client still faintly vibrating in my chest. I run my own graphic design business from home, which usually means jeans and a messy bun, but today demanded a professional look. I was dressed to impress the client, yes, but also Hamish, my husband. I locked the door, letting the weight of the da...

Ethan’s attention was split as Pal’s lovely accent filled the air like the scent of an exotic dish. His gaze fixed on a glass of wine as the golden fluid slowly swayed with the rocking of the ship. It was a slight motion, muted and easy to miss by one not intimate with the nuances of an ocean cruise. This seeming distraction was merely an affectation, a subtlety allowing him to seem less than overly eager to seduce the th...

I had been talking to him online for a few days, and something about the way he typed—careful, hesitant, a little shy—made me curious. He said he’d never done anything like this before, but there was a spark in his words that told me he was interested. I kept it casual, teasing him lightly, nudging him toward the idea of coming over. Eventually, he agreed, nervously confirming the time. When the doorbell rang, I was alrea...

A cool December afternoon, I drove over to his place. He was taking me on my first coyote hunt. He’d been contacted by some horse owners who were nervous about coyotes running through their stables. They worried it could turn ugly for their animals. He’d told me it would be a good chance for me to learn, and I wasn’t about to pass it up. We loaded my gear into his pickup and drove out to the property. The stable sat pract...

The sound cut through the haze like a knife. My eyes flew open, my whole body tensing, the orgasm teetering right on the edge but suddenly tangled with panic. “Hey, Dad,” Elliot’s voice called out from the hall. “I saw your car in the drive.” Andrew didn’t stop moving although he did slow. The shock made me clutch at him harder, my mouth clamping shut to muffle the sounds that still wanted to escape. My thighs locked arou...

I had been looking forward to a lazy day. Elliot was out at work, the house was quiet, and I was ready to curl up with tea and binge some TV. The knock at the door made me jump. I padded over and opened it; there was a man standing smiling in the doorway. He looked good. Early fifties-ish, with hair that had gone silver, the T-shirt he wore clung to his chest and arms. He smiled at me, warm and familiar, and for a moment...

Anita Akselsen wasn’t able to land quietly into herself and the averages of average when she returned from Wacken. She tried to be ordinary when Eira’s dad dropped her off outside their bland Nordstrand house, the family's Volvo sitting pale grey and dull in their driveway. She tried to be Anita when her mother greeted her from the kitchen, muddied boots tucked into the back of their standard IKEA wardrobe. “How was your...

The house smelled like lemon polish and wealth trying not to show off. It was big but mostly empty like they’d only just moved in and hadn’t figured out what parts they wanted to live in yet. White walls. Pale wood floors. Big glass doors that looked out onto a backyard with a pool the color of glacier melt. Everything inside was sharp-edged and echoey like a magazine spread someone forgot to warm up. I didn’t mind. It wa...

Previously, from Watching Sarah I was barely catching my breath when my phone lit up. Picking it up, I swiped to see a text from an unknown number. Hi, Mr. Darcey. I’ve loved watching you cum for me all summer. But would you mind staying by the window when you stroke? I can barely see you hiding back in the shadows and I’m dying to see your cum shoot from that big ol’ cock. Xoxo Sarah oo0oo Oh, shit! My mind screamed as I...