Corona had all of us stuck at home, alone. I was twenty-seven, single, and decided to leave my job behind to start fresh in a new city. I took a position as an IT team lead (C-two Level) at an old, traditional company with two hundred employees in Germany. I worked out quite often, so at six feet three, I was not your typical IT guy. I started at the end of spring. Naturally, at the beginning, you met everyone, and everyo...

Morning came far too soon. The orange neon glow was gone, replaced by thin sunlight pushing through the curtains. The ache of sleeping in a strange bed brought me back to the world. Abby had already woken up and showered. I glanced around the quiet room and saw my tacky shirt still hanging from the nightstand. Beside it sat a steaming cup of coffee. Sitting up, I took a sip and wrinkled my nose at the bitterness of it, th...

I got a message the next morning from Abby. But sadly, there would be no stealthy meet-up. She just didn't have a feasible way to escape for any length of time. And I really understood. It's not as easy to slip away, like many stories say. I did, however, catch a brief glimpse of her from a distance. When she texted me about where they were going, I rushed into town, getting an iced coffee at one of those trendy coffee sp...

Once the adrenaline and panic of nearly being discovered faded, a tinge of anger crept in. Not at Abby, but at the situation. We were so close, but I guess it's a good thing we didn't get started on round two. That would have been horrible, especially for Abby. I really should have tried to get her out. Get her to a more neutral location. But damn, I couldn't help myself when it came to her. This insatiable need to be wit...

It really was what we never had… At least, that’s what I kept feeling. In all our years as secret lovers, we’d never had an uninterrupted night together. It was intense and passionate… yet somehow, it felt completely natural. And it felt earned. During the four-hour drive home, I kept replaying the night… the morning… over and over. Especially the end. Me stepping into that steamy shower… taking her in for a second before...

The bus groaned to a halt. "Finally," Kathy muttered, peeling her thighs from the vinyl seat. Outside, a wooden shack labeled "Wilderness Adventures" stood surrounded by towering pines and stacks of bright orange canoes. Richard practically bounced down the steps of the bus, already pointing at a distant osprey circling above the lake. "Look! Magnificent wingspan!" 19-year-old Kyle dragged his duffel bag out, blinking aga...

Kira and Alex had been trying to find new ways to spice up their sex life. This weekend it was Kira's turn to plan, and she already had the perfect idea. Saturday afternoon, she teased Alex by making it seem like his surprise wouldn't come until tomorrow. In reality, tonight was the night. They had plans to go see a movie, but she had something much filthier in mind. Before getting dressed, Kira slipped on the red lace pa...

I can hardly believe this is happening. My thighs tighten around Mike as I sink into his lap, every nerve burning, my chest hammering like it wants to break free. For years, he’s been nothing more than the untouchable crush in my head, and now he’s here, real, solid, holding me so close there’s no room for air between us. His heat scorches through me, unbearable and intoxicating all at once. The man I was never supposed t...

This was becoming ridiculous. Not to mention uncomfortable. I felt like a girl with a 34DD bust trying to squeeze into a 34A bra. To put it politely, I’d outgrown the M&S briefs that Mum bought me 3 years ago when I was about 15. Part of problem was that ‘it’ just would not stop growing! A fat 6” soft and, when erect, a 9” monster I could barely get my hand around. But it wasn’t just that. Being skinny, I had to wear a ‘s...

The supermarket car park was deserted, the sky above a bruised swirl of indigo and violet. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, their glow fractured by the cracked windscreen of his battered Chevy. The only sounds were the distant hum of a motorway and the frantic thud of my heart, loud in the hush. The air outside was cool, tinged with the faint tang of petrol and the ghost of rain on asphalt. I was sixteen, nearly sevent...

The island wasn’t even supposed to be the destination. Just a quiet stopover between ferries. A final night in the archipelago on the Norwegian coast before they returned to Trondheim and real life. But now the ferry sat idle, tied to the dock, engines dead. Wind off the Norwegian Sea had turned bitter and wet. Rain lashed sideways off the water, fine as needles. The sky was slate, the sea worse. Anna stepped out of the r...