I slid open the glass door and stepped into the breath of summer—warm, thick, and welcoming. My bare feet left the soft hush of carpet and met the slap of hot concrete. I flinched as the heat bit into my soles and tiptoed across the patio until the grass welcomed me—cool, lush, forgiving. A soft sigh slipped from my lips as the sting melted away. I glanced down, trying in vain to glimpse my toes. It had been months since...

Written by Jamesremus and ffuktoy The classroom hummed with quiet focus—pens scratching, students lost in their work. My eyes lingered on my graded paper, red ink slashing across it like a fresh wound. Dread coiled in my gut, but beneath it, a strange heat burned. Mr. Landford’s presence loomed large, tugging at something raw and unspoken inside me. My fingers gripped the chair’s edge as his voice sliced through the still...

Billy leaned with his hands on the shower walls while Jeanie thoroughly scrubbed his butt. Jets from the sprayer drummed against his clenched butt hole and rinsed away what little dignity he had left. She never told him why she suddenly became obsessed with his ass in the first place—he suspected it had something to do with his brother’s wife, and that time they spit-roasted him with their strap-ons. He wasn’t the fastest...

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Jeanie’s hand rested on the car door handle, knowing full well how her sister-in-law was going to answer. “Yes, of course! It was your idea, after all, and I support you.” Vera flipped the passenger visor down and told Jeanie to check her makeup. “You said you ain’t been out for a while. You said you ain’t never fucked another man since you started up with Billy. You said you were afrai...

Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and wondered how you got there? Fate, chance, destiny—call it what you wish; life is not random. There is no grand puppet master dictating our lives, allowing us to foolishly excuse ourselves of responsibility. No. Destiny is forged one step at a time. With every little choice and act, we create our future, and only we are accountable for what we make. For better or worse, th...

I awoke to the rich aroma of coffee on my nightstand, mingling with the familiar scent of his soap, the musky trace of his beard oil, and the lingering burn of last night’s tequila. My body ached in the best way—used, satisfied, and still craving more. A slow smile crept onto my lips as I felt his arm tighten around me, the heat of his bare chest radiating against my back. He said nothing, but the way his fingers lazily t...

It had always been me and Dad. He was the best dad, taking me to after-school clubs, holidays, and sleepovers, with no complaints. He genuinely loved spending time with me, I think. His nickname for me was Baby Girl or Apple; he said I was the apple of his eye. I was twenty now and still living at home with him. I was about to go off to uni next year, having taken a couple of years out of education to travel. Dad was grea...

“Don’t be stupid, Billy. There ain’t nothing gay about this. Do I in any way look like a man to you? At all?” “Phfft! Are you kidding me?” Billy leered first at his naked sister-in-law’s big ol’ tits, tits that not long ago had been taking turns in his mouth. Vera had long hair like a woman should, a face made up just on the good-girl side of slutty, and a round ass too big and too small to make fun of. His stare lingered...

Hello. Catherine here. Here's a little story about a church lady and her big, black Priest. Gregory and I met Father Carlucci when he succeeded his predecessor, Father McMurphy, at St. Mary’s Catholic church. This story is about my first confession with Father Carlucci. Father McMurphy was elevated to Bishop McMurphy and received a new post in Rome, Italy. The congregation was overjoyed to hear the news but sad to see him...

The Initiation - Chapter 1: The Invitation The golden envelope felt heavy in her hands, its elegant cursive lettering spelling out her name: Evelyn Carter. She ran her fingers over the embossed seal, shaped like an intricate key. The invitation had arrived without explanation, slipped under her apartment door in the middle of the night. She should have been suspicious. Any normal woman would have been. But Evelyn wasn't n...

"When the body of the stocking is complete, the weaver lays them on a flat bed, folds them lengthwise and sews them along the back of the stocking, creating a gorgeous seam as they go. Then voila! You have a fully-fashioned nylon stocking." Hearing my Mom talk about nylons while looking and touching them on her legs was - inspiring. My cock was rock hard now. My little sex brain started to take over, emboldening me to ask...

My student plays the melody anew, With graceful fingers that subtly prance, From white keys to black, then back again, While upon my ears, the chorus doth dance. Seated beside you I watch them move, With each delicate trill, I carefully follow, Yet from duty, my mind still wanders, That's the reason my praise will sound hollow. For it never was your gentle melodies, Which encaptured heart and soul, No, it was your fingers...

I woke up with a start the next morning. The kind of wake-up you have for a very important event, and you’re so nervous about it, you wake up before your alarm has a chance to squawk. In my case, I woke forty-five minutes before my alarm. My heart drummed on my chest, my hands were sweaty, and already there was an ache in my belly. The guilt from the night before and the worry from the morning to come clashed inside me, a...