By the time we made it back with wine, half the wedding party was already drinking whatever they found on the table. A few of the guests were still eating, plates of grilled salmon and chicken were being passed around, the clink of cutlery filling the air, and someone had clearly decided “lunch” was a loose concept because half the table was already on their third mimosa. “What took you guys so long?” the maid of honor as...

My world is not ending. It has been split and will need repair. After Charlie’s accurate accusation, I lay in bed shaking as tears overwhelmed me. "I smelled him on you two weeks ago." "I know what my jism looks like. That weren't it." This was the moment I had dreaded, expected, yet somehow fantasized would never come. "I'm going to a motel." I was surprisingly unconcerned he would be driving drunk... At five thirty, I w...

They didn’t so much open the door as collide with it. It slammed shut behind them in a burst of laughter and breathless sound, mouths already tangled, hands everywhere at once. He caught her around the waist and she came with him willingly, legs bumping, hips knocking as they stumbled deeper into the house. The air still clung to them—salt, sunscreen, chlorine, heat—as though the day had refused to loosen its grip. He was...

By the time Calvin and I got back to the estate, my hair was only slightly less of a mess and Calvin’s smirk still hadn’t faded. He walked like a man who just got his dick sucked on a golf cart; slow, loose, satisfied. I, on the other hand, had wiped my mouth three times and still wasn’t sure if I could speak without the taste of his cock creeping up the back of my throat. My stomach was a tight knot of nerves and heat. I...

Mr. Stone No matter how hard I tried to keep my foot from tapping the floor, I could not control it. My nervous disposition visible to everyone around me, including the three snooty receptionists, made it even harder to keep my cool. Did I want this job? Hell, yes, I wanted it. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to get it. Today is my third and final interview at Stone Inc., a growing telecommunication company that’s certainly...

Saturday morning. Every time I walk past the wardrobe where I’ve hidden the strap and soothing cream, I feel a surge of guilt. Jack and Beth might have reassured me that they see their family relationship as loving, but I still feel off whenever I think of my daughter, Alice, like that. Not that I can’t see how sweet her ass is, or how pretty she is. If I do go down this road, it’s going to be a big step. Right now, I’m t...

I sat uncomfortably as the school nurse gazed over my samples under his microscope. His steely gaze and blank expression told me nothing. All I wanted to hear in that moment was that there was a mistake. That I was just a normal person, and I could leave this hellish school. “Nope, sorry bud, you are definitely a meta,” the school nurse said bluntly, not even bothering to look me in the eyes. “All the genetic markers are...

I’m typically a very modest man. A bit shy, and always misreading signs from members of the opposite sex, thinking ‘I’m just imagining it, there’s no way she’s interested in me’. To this end, I’ve never been a “lady’s man”, with multiple partners, side chicks etc. My body count is small, usurped by nearly every partner I’ve had, except maybe one. Now before you go making assumptions, no, I’m not ugly. Or so I’ve been told...

Lisa pulled into the garage, engine sputtering to a clunking halt that echoed her growing frustration. She stepped out, scanning the dim space thick with oil and rubber. The mechanic emerged from the shadows, wiping grease-streaked hands on his blue overalls, a roguish grin lighting his stubbled face. "Afternoon, darling," he drawled, voice low like gravel under tires. "Sounds like trouble under the hood. Mind if I take a...

Sarah froze under the wail of the alarm, lungs burning with the ghost of smoke as the door crashed open. The firefighter filled the frame—broad shoulders, soot on his jaw, the sharp scent of cold air and something clean clinging to his uniform. “Ma’am, talk to me. Are you hurt?” he asked, gaze sweeping the room before settling on her. She shook her head, but her hands wouldn’t stop trembling, adrenaline humming under her...

It was a Friday afternoon, late in the day, and most folks in the open-plan office where I worked had already gone home, looking forward to a hot weekend of beach, barbecue, or a couple of lazy days in the backyard. I hadn’t moved yet. I had a question burning a hole in my chest. I’d had that question for a few weeks now, weighing me down. If I didn’t ask it now, I never would. “Jack?” “Yeah?” Jack’s my mentor, not that I...

"Look..." the woman said with a sigh. I could see just the faintest hint of irritation flashing behind her dark eyes. She gently placed her hands on the table between us. All ten of her long crimson fingernails pointed directly at me. Her chest rose as she took a deep breath. "I know this sounds crazy, trust me," she said. "But it's the truth." She already told me what she was about to repeat. The first time she said it,...

I woke up sticky. My underwear clung to me, the fabric damp and crusted in places; a clear reminder of everything Calvin had done to me last night. Everything he’d made me do. I hadn’t even gotten up to clean. Just collapsed after he turned away, aching and half-hard and buzzing with whatever the hell that had been. A message from Calvin lit up the screen, timestamped half an hour ago. Mase-boy...you slept in late, stop d...