I stare at the screen, but the words blur before my eyes. I've been struggling with the documentary for hours, every sentence, every phrase that feels like it's being pulled through thick honey. I groan softly, lean back, and rub my tired eyes. Then I hear a soft giggle. "That bad?" Lena suddenly appears beside my table, a cup of tea in her hand. Her scent—warm, sweet, like vanilla with a hint of book pages—wafts up to me...

Week by week, month by month, life became riskier. Em and her father stole moments of joy whenever they could. On one Saturday, they headed to the mountains for a long walk, except they only got as far as the Premier Inn, a mere twenty minutes from their home, where they checked into a room and fucked each other’s brains out for the duration of their stay. It was a wonderful day, especially for Em, who had taken the oppor...

My key turns easily in the antique lock. I edge the heavy wooden door open and let myself inside the old, statuesque manor house on Greek row. In the foyer, I am greeted by absolute stillness. The boys are all in their rooms. They know what time it is. I make my way up the grand, hook-turn staircase and through the mezzanine, all the way down to a long hallway of closed doors. I drop my bag and slip off my shoes before ap...

Not always was Gangurru as now we do behold him, but a different kind of Man, with a Teeny Tiny Dick. He was strong and he was handsome, and his pride was inordinate. Yet he mourned the size of his cock, which dangled forlorn and unloved between his thighs. He played with it sadly as he lay on an outcrop in the Middle of Australia, and he went to the Little Goddess Fqa. Fqa was thin and lithe, with pert brown nipples and...

“Do you mind if I get in?” The chlorinated air gently stings my nostrils as I dip my toe into the scalding, bubbling water. He nods his consent, so I slide down into the hotel jacuzzi, my speedo riding up as it rubs against the tiled wall. I’m careful to take a seat close enough that my proximity is no accident but not too close that he startles. “Enjoy your swim?” he asks. His voice is polished, sophisticated. Deep. Fore...

Relax. Don’t forget to breathe. Go slow, keep breathing and try to push out. Remembering Paul’s instructions, I lay on my side in bed, trying to keep my breathing steady. The door was locked, the shades drawn closed, my body covered by my bedsheet. For all the wild exhilaration and hunger that had filled my days since things started, I still felt a need to hide, to protect myself from prying eyes. Use lots of lube. Look i...

Although compliant with International Swimming Federation regulations, Temi’s swimsuit stood no chance of coping with his anatomy. The back was bad enough, stretched taut across his bulging buttocks, his deep cleft having swallowed half the material, but the real problem was at the front. Men’s competition trunks were brief at best; even on me they were snug, my little penis squashed down into a small bulge. His outsize m...

It was Tuesday afternoon and Colette had just finished a meeting. She was walking back to her office and her phone buzzed. Looking down, she saw it was Rianne. "Hey you!" "Hi," was all Rianne said. "How are things?" Colette said as she entered her office and closed the door. Colette had not stopped thinking about what they did together on Saturday. She surprised even herself that she submitted so willingly to the kinky th...

The house smelled faintly of frosting and beer, the aftermath of her brother’s birthday party lingering in the air. Empty cups and plates were stacked on the counter, balloons sagging a little lower against the ceiling. Most of the guests had already trickled out, calling Ubers or carpooling home. Bella padded barefoot across the kitchen tile, the hem of her glittery pink tank brushing against her hips. Her cheeks still h...