The rain had started as a gentle mist, the kind that London does best—barely noticeable until you realize you're thoroughly damp. Lola Constantinou hurried down the cobblestone street, her heels clicking an urgent rhythm as she clutched her laptop bag against her charcoal blazer. The financial district was emptying out for the evening, and she was already late for dinner with Marcus. Again. She ducked under the awning of...

Edgar was still waist-deep in the water, heading for the riverbank, when he realized his clothes were missing. He'd left them neatly folded and within easy reach. Looking around in bewilderment, he saw no sign of them. And then he heard a muffled giggle. Narrowing his eyes, he spotted the young woman. She stood behind a large oak tree bordering the woods. While her body was concealed, the dress she wore drifted in the bre...

The sofa broke my fall with a gentle bounce that propelled me back onto his body, into his arms. I leant up, and our mouths melded seamlessly into one. We both fumbled with the other’s clothes, kissing frantically. What I remember is how much nicer it felt when I’d guided his fingers to the right place! There was no pain. Strangely, baring my breasts for him felt more intimate than removing my knickers. Then, I recall the...

As soon as I saw Herman, I knew he was up to no good. Almost every day, he came to visit Elsie, his wife of sixty years, at the nursing home where I worked. I was only in my early twenties and still had a lot to learn about life, but even I could tell that the bond between Elsie and Herman was special. Still, the man was full of mischief, and when he sidled up to me, I prepared to hear something outrageous from him. And H...

The taxi drops me off at the curb. I step out into the misty rain falling from the dark sky above. A week is how long my business trip lasted. Packed with boring lectures and a bit too many Happy Hours. I have missed my Jane terribly. I have since she dropped me off at the airport a week ago. Walking up the pathway to our front door, I can feel my heart beat anew, knowing she is on the other side of the door. Given the ti...

We started dating sophomore year of high school. We met through some mutual friends and I had a crush on her right away. I think a lot of guys did. So I asked her if she wanted to get dinner some time and I was honestly really surprised when she said yes. I wasn't sure if she saw it as a date but I definitely did. I'll use fake names for privacy reasons. We'll call her Mary Jane and me Batman. Mary was always super friend...