“You’re staring at me, Lucas.” Those were the first words she said to me. “Yes, I guess I am.” “Is there something you like?” “Of course.” You see, Deliah was a recent hire at our publishing company. She had been there for only a few months when I walked into her office to ask for Theodore William’s file. Ted had been our chief photographer for 23 years and had recently retired. We needed several of his photos for our nex...

I can smell her coming from the steps, and the air in my bedroom is thick with the scent of her perfume and the chill night outside. She stepped through the door with that amazing smile, the one she always sports when she lays eyes on me. She was a vision in a short white summer dress that seemed to glow in the dim light from the scented candle. The fabric clung to her, and through it, I could see the delicate black lace...

Alex had been ignoring the maddening drip from her kitchen sink for weeks. At first, it was just background noise, something she'd learned to tune out. But lately the sound had twisted into torment — sharp, deliberate plink-plinks echoing through the stillness of her mornings. Each drop filled her head, nagging, insistent, teasing. Frustrated, she slammed her cup down on the counter and pulled up a plumbing service on her...

December 25, 2025 – Christmas Morning Ethan stirred slowly, the familiar warmth pulling him from sleep. A wet, rhythmic heat enveloped his cock—soft lips sliding down his shaft, a tongue swirling lazily around the head. He groaned, eyes fluttering open to the soft glow of morning light filtering through his bedroom curtains. There, kneeling between his legs under the comforter, was his mother, Elena. She was dressed—or ba...

Chapter 1: Discussion "Derek, I'd like to do something really special for our twentieth coming up," Pam stated matter-of-factly. She was standing in the doorway to their bedroom wearing nothing but her black panties and one of his dress shirts - completely unbuttoned. Jim could just see the inside curves of her breasts in the open space, and the roundness of her butt cheeks peeking out from under the bottom of the pinstri...

I stared at Ivy in disbelief, my eyes still adjusting to the sudden light after she removed my blindfold. Perhaps the back-to-back orgasms and the relentless onslaught from the vibrator had made me delirious. Maybe Ivy was just a figment of my imagination. I shook my head and blinked. Nope, she was still there, and my cheeks flushed at the indignity of being caught like this. “You did all this yourself?” Ivy’s voice was l...

Monday evening arrived like a slow burn. The house was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the floorboards. Carrie stood in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom, the small velvet box open on the dresser. The sapphire-jeweled plug glinted under the lamp. Rick sat on the edge of the bed, watching her with a mix of awe and barely contained hunger. “Are you sure about t...

From behind the door comes his muffled protest. “You’re not serious…” I’m dead serious. “Is there a problem, babe?” I ask, grinning like an idiot. Silence. Then, quietly, “No.” A moment later the lock clicks and the door eases open as he comes shuffling out. “You’re evil,” he mutters, shooting me a look that’s more heat than hate. I grin wickedly. “No, babe… this would be evil.” I slip a hand into my pocket and press the...

I wince at the faded sign. Brightwater Gardens. I haven’t been here since I was a teenager and I was embarrassed to be seen here then. Now, at twenty-nine, I’m back. Standing in line, I feel my pride peel away like the chipped purple and yellow paint on the sun-bleached letters overhead. A few months back, we decided to call it quits. Me and Charlotte, the woman I was supposed to marry. No hard feelings. Since then, my li...

It is a lazy Saturday morning, and the freshman college team is out for practice again at the field. All except one girl. Standing some hundred yards to the side by the metal chain-link fence, the Left Fielder bites down on her lips. This time, a little more intently than usual. Crack! The sound of the bat rings out as she looks up. The batter at home base has scored another solid hit on a heater, and her eyes follow the...

Sarah arrived on Friday afternoon and was going back to Wiltshire on Sunday night, so I was determined to make the most of the time we had together. I met her at Victoria, and we got the tube down to Brixton. Walking from the station to my flat, Sarah’s eyes were wide open with amazement as she took it all in: the colourful market, Caribbean food shops, and reggae music blasting out from speakers on street corners. “Babe,...