The hotel restaurant hummed with the soft clink of silverware and the low murmur of morning conversations. Lucy sat at a booth by the window, sunlight streaming in and feeling impossibly bright against her skin. She sipped her orange juice, the tart sweetness a stark contrast to the memories that coated her tongue. The walk of shame had nothing on the walk of sheer, dripping revelation. Last night, after Ms. Quinn’s dismi...

Raindrops clung to the glass of the bus shelter. Seeds of liquid silver illuminated by the glow of the streetlights. We had almost made it there before the deluge started, running hard the last 50 meters, but it was in vain as the clouds opened up to sprinkle us like holy water. We both laughed as we shivered and made it to cover. I couldn’t help noticing the way your drenched summer dress clung to those curves. Especiall...

While I was still at college I met a boy who was to become my husband and who knew I had undertaken a number of modelling assignments whilst at college. A year or two later we decided to get married to add a further dimension to what was already a very sexual relationship. We were like all couples just setting out on life together, seriously short of money and trying to save at the same time as having some fun. One day my...

Maybe it was only my imagination, but I sensed stares on me and Dennis as we left work later that day. Walking with me toward the elevator, he rested his hand against the small of my back, his touch light but possessive. Even after we were alone, with the elevator doors firmly closed, Dennis maintained that contact. I could easily feel the warmth of his palm through my blouse. His eyes were bright while he chatted about t...

I sat at the tiny desk in my bedroom, waiting for the phone to ring. As my fingers hovered just above the handset, I glanced at the clock. It was now ten. Late enough for him to call. Beyond my closed door, Leah, my roommate, was getting ready for bed; I recognized her familiar steps moving along the short hallway toward the bathroom. She'd hear the phone, probably wonder who was calling this time of night. if I answered...

Kim: I’m home. You better be there because I’m horny as fuck right now. Peter: Yeah, I’m here. Kim: Good. Video chat? Before he could reply, his phone lit up with an incoming video call. He answered it and watched as Kim’s face came into view; her smile contagious; her dimples every bit as cute as he remembered. “Hi.” “Hey.” “It’s so good to finally hear your voice after all this time.” “Yeah, you too. You haven’t changed...

Lillian was in the bedroom while her husband was in the living room. Her phone beeped and she reached for it, excited. 'How are you, babe?' It was a text from her husband, but it was not meant for her. It was meant for his mistress. A couple of weeks ago, she created a fake name and Facebook profile to flirt with her husband. She wanted to see if he would take the bait. She sent him various sultry photos and he eagerly re...