Bill’s actions hadn’t gone unnoticed. Locking himself up and leaving the key on the bedroom dresser became a daily thing. Every time Ann saw it, she would pause to remember the day at the hotel. The memory made her think of how uncharacteristically she had acted, but she also wondered why it felt particularly apt. Ann pondered whether it was just a one-time thing or if Bill was secretly arranging more. Unforeseen fantasie...

The drive home from Marcus’s house was quiet. Joanna’s hand rested possessively on my thigh the entire way home. She looked beautifully exhausted from her long night with Marcus. Her eyes were heavy, skin glowing, and body relaxed in a way I never seen before. Every so often, she would let out a soft, contented sigh and shift in her seat. Joanna was clearly still feeling the effects of everything Marcus had done to her. S...

“What are you doing?” Sarah asked as she walked into my office. “Erm…nothing,” I lied, quickly flicking the screen to the Amazon homepage I had open. I hated lying to her. We’d been married for fifteen years, and I never kept secrets from her. She looked at the screen, frowned, shrugged her shoulders, and walked away. Once I heard her footsteps disappear, I flicked back to my short story, the one where the maid had been c...

Joanna and I had been married for eight wonderful years. She was the perfect wife — beautiful, curvy, with a warm smile that still made my heart race and a body that turned heads everywhere we went. I loved her deeply, and she loved me. But from the very beginning, there was one quiet shadow hanging over our sex life: my small dick. No matter how hard I tried, no matter how much foreplay I gave her, I could never fully sa...

Introduction. You’ve heard the beginning of my story a thousand times before. Pam and I have been married for over 25 years, and since the delivery of our one and only child, our sex life took a nosedive. I’ve always considered Pam to be my best friend. She had a very Christian upbringing; sex was certainly a taboo subject in her family home. Which is why I think she always dressed functionally, never overtly sexual, girl...

High-Class Hunter “Driven by a desperate hunger. To the dark of the neon light. The heart is a lonely hunter.” (Reba McEntire: The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter) This hunter isn’t lonely; she’s high class: Most of my “clients” are pre-booked, but I’ve found that conferences are where there are lonely and tired guys who need relaxing, and my skills are very suited to this hunt. Affluent guys that I can turn into repeat clients,...

But the other men had things to do as well. In the picture meant for Alina there were four figures at once, and the blonde, aroused to the limit and still denied an orgasm, was glad to be the center of attention. Unlike her friends, she wasn’t in a hurry to undress, because she knew how attractive she looked in her trashy bodysuit with a high ponytail and heels that made her ass even more appealing. Trying her best to mat...

The Starship Endeavor was screaming through the void of Sector 7, but inside, the atmosphere was as stagnant as a pond. For three weeks, they had encountered nothing but cosmic dust. The crew was vibrating with a restless, cabin-fever energy; even the low-frequency thrum of the warp drive had begun to sound like a taunt. The silence was finally shattered when Ensign Nova stepped forward. She was a vision in a Deep Command...

The mind is a dangerous place when it’s left unattended. It’s where loyalty and longing brush shoulders, where restraint loosens its tie, and where impossible things briefly feel within reach. I visit that place more often than I should, especially when I’m around people I must never want yet can’t seem to stop seeing. My wife has few friends. Two, really. And it’s an irony I don’t miss: the smaller her circle, the louder...

I just want to make this clear, at least to myself: I love my husband, and I would never leave him. That is never going to change, and I’ve never wavered on that, even when I started crossing lines I swore I’d never cross. I never fell for Caleb. It was never about that. It was about the thrill, the escape, the attention I wasn’t getting. His first message wasn't on a public post; it went straight to my spam folder in Mes...