“I need sex.’ I wrote in a text message to a former friend with benefits. We were so familiar with each other that I knew he would not be offended by the intentional omission of polite pleasantries in my message. I knew that my directness would turn him on. It was a summer afternoon years…
Ms. Dawn Davis ended the six months of negotiations with a new business trajectory. She and her team of company managers shook hands with a group of government officials. They had come to an agreement on a $20 million engineering contract that would conduct work across the eastern half of the United States. Her company…
He treated it as though it were a typical Saturday – woke up, served her breakfast in bed, then left for the gym and to run a few errands. He had no reason to approach it any differently. After all, she had talked all week about how excited she was to lie around and relax…
“How much do you love me?” A former boyfriend asked me years ago. He was kneeling before me, on top of my bed, between my spread thighs as I lay down face up. Although it seemed to be the ideal position to receive oral sex, nothing could be further from the truth; I was about…
“Don’t move,” the photographer tells me. How could I even entertain the idea given the fact that I am lying face down in a X shape, tied to a bed? I’m completely naked except for a latex mask and the fact that he is fully clothed only makes me feel even more exposed and naked. …
The ophthalmologist, Dr. Mahoney, welcomed the thin Michelle into his office. “How are you doing this afternoon?” With beautiful confidence and cropped platinum blonde curls, she answered simply, “I’m doing well.” He offered her the patient’s chair and turned off the lights. “Having any problems with your eyes?” “This is just a routine checkup.” She…
Being a good teacher means knowing your speciality subject very well indeed. You must also know how to present a topic clearly to an individual or a group so that they understand and learn something new. My passion for teaching went far beyond the classroom; I also loved playing the teacher in an intimate role-playing…
“Do you want to go to a lesbian club tonight?” she asked me from the sofa as I was picking up my clothes that I had left on the living room floor the night before. I wondered if she had forgotten her promise to go down on me “as soon as we got home” after…
Those moments when you first wake up in the morning can be confusing. In a matter of seconds, you go from a dream-like state to analysing where you are, who you are with (sometimes) and above all, how you got to bed the night before. It was Saturday morning and when I woke up and…
There are days in your life that seem insignificant when you live them. It’s only with time that you come to understand their meaning. That’s how it was when I met her. It was a hot summer’s day in Madrid and I was working as an English teacher in a language academy. That day I…
I was young once. Too afraid to give into my desires. Looking back now, I wonder how I resisted, but more interestingly, how I am so free to being face down, ass bare in the air, ready to take submissive orders today. We went to a place far enough from home to have all the…
Mrs. Mower heard Principal Simmon’s baritone voice. “Mrs. Mower,” he said demurely, “a message for you.” She stopped in the middle of a text to her husband. He set down a chic square envelope on top of her stack of math textbooks. “No pressure. We just wanted to offer a nice evening out.” “We?” “Yes,…
“Mrs. Mower…” Mr. Simmon said sternly through her classroom’s doorway. The woman erasing the whiteboard turned around when hearing her name. “… in my office now.” Before she could respond, he cut her off. “Yes, now.” And he ducked out. “But …” She wanted to object because her husband was off work for an evening,…
Lacy puffed up the pillows on her cream-colored sectional one more time, and then considered where else in her apartment that may need sprucing. The living room carpet was freshly vacuumed with angled lines. The large-faced clock atop the fireplace mantel was dusted. The wine rack was full of the dark reds she loved. The…
Your mouth puckers and shoulders shiver from the sour flavor. The Gimlet is more lime than liquor. In fact, the shot of Grey Goose is questionable. And that’s how your night has gone. You are mentally absent and not participating in Isabel’s and Carla’s chit-chatting. This smoky rock club is awkward for you. It’s packed…
Charlotte toweled off in her steam-fogged bathroom. To her dislike, rubbing the thick cloth against herself made her lower body jiggle. She flung the white towel over a hanger and wiped off the moisture from the mirror with her hand. When she saw her reflection, the comments of a former lover came to mind. She…
They looked over curiously at the men shuffling in together each holding the hand of the man in front and behind him. Wearing only boxer shorts, they wore black hoods with small openings for their eyes – hoods to protect their identity. What about our identities? he thought as he leaned forward looking lazily over…
Once upon a time, a mighty King and a lovely Queen hosted a grand ball to find a suitable wife for their son, Prince Leo. The event was lavish and regaled the nobility of the land. The ladies of high esteem wore long gowns and heavy diamond necklaces. Men of renown donned their suits and…
“Here’s your pay!” Dennis shoved a fist full of dollars into my chest. “And now our business partnership is officially terminated. Don’t ever contact us again.” The fire in his eyes revealed the anger of Hell. Or it may have been his embarrassment after one hell of a night. Honestly it mattered to me. Dennis…
The cruel winds had blown through Williston Falls the night before. The storm uprooted sturdy trees in the town’s small park and lifted farm houses only to reset them cockeyed on their foundations. But there was worse. The morning after, three ladies huddled together in the Louise Hollis Community Center, trying to calm a weeping…
That Friday, I declined a night out with my girlfriends so I could do my laundry. The decision wasn’t for a lack of clean clothes. Instead, the week had been depressing. Work overload, pressing deadlines, crazy customers, no break from the headache. I wanted time alone to wallow, and a laundromat on a Friday night…
I’d been stood up and it sucked. On a whim I’d swiped right on Tinder for a guy with a winning smile. We’d texted a couple of times and agreed to meet here. Now forty-nine minutes past our meeting time he was a no show. Steam swirled from my latté, the aroma mingling with the…
I brought a glass closer to my eyes to better observe the thick red color of 7 fuentes wine against the light of the late afternoon sun. Rich peppery fruitiness playfully danced on top of some earthy mineral tones, donated by the mighty volcano on whose slopes the grapes grew. The wine was pretty unique,…
The wheels of the airliner screeched against the runway, bounced and then screeched again. The sudden pressure of the stop tightened the seatbelts against the waists of the travelers. Mrs. Mower startled awake in the cramped seat, her hips aching where the armrests had pressed into them throughout the flight. As the plane stopped at…
Ken sat in a wheelchair with his right leg encased in an unfriendly cast. The plaster stretched from his hip to his foot. Only his toes were visible. On the cast was written the immortal words: Here lie the broken bones of Ken. In this hindered state, he was stuck in his apartment, staring either…
“Oh come on! Knock it off!” The words were followed by a low, breathless chuckle as a calloused hand shoved at his abdomen. He grinned, nuzzling at the nape of the neck under his nose as he tightened his hold on the man in his arms. “But it’s true! You’ve got the most beautiful laugh.”…
Sitting in the observation car on the Winnipeg-Churchill train, Derrick watched the stunted coniferous trees and muskeg quickly pass by as the train headed north through Canada. He relaxed, lounging in his seat, arms behind his head. A vent below his seat blew warm air against his feet and a steaming cup of almond-flavored coffee…
I was looking for a way to spice things up in the bedroom when I walked into that sex shop. But I never expected to find what I did. Her plush rosy lips curled into a smile, long blond hair falling down her arched back as she turned her head to me and asked, “How…
Spence had worked for A Friend Indeed for nearly three years and, as he was now the employee with the most seniority, he was offered the new clients first. “What do you think?” Gretchen, his boss, asked. “You want this one?” Spence thought it over. “Yeah, I’ll take it, help get it all set up.”…
The Friday night drinks party at work was over. I’d been standing around for hours and my new three-inch heels were killing me. I just wanted to go home, treat myself to a nightcap and something to eat, before pulling on one of the old T-shirts my ex had left behind when he had taken…
“Spread your legs.” His shoulder nudged mine, and I couldn’t hold a smile back. But I obeyed, unclenching my knees and letting my college crush kneel by my chair so he could remove one of my over-the-knee stockings for this silly game. His fingers were gentle as he slowly rolled it down my tanned leg,…
The last time I’ve seen her so happy was ten years ago, right in this restaurant, laughing with her eyes closed. But last time, I was the one sitting with her at the table, making her laugh and not the other man. I clenched my rocks glass harder the longer I’ve glared at them from…
Two hours of Googling, three hours of driving, and then one hour of hiking in the 40 degrees Celsius weather. All of it to find this secret beach. And there she was, sitting in the very middle of the beach, her long tanned legs spread in front of her as she leaned on her hands…
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It was time to show him the side of me I’ve hidden for years, I told myself as I lifted a hand to knock on the door of my husband’s office. I’ve denied myself long enough. “Come in,” his voice came from behind the closed door and as I entered his office, I found him…
Previous Chapter Chapter Three: Postlude Time escapes me, as I lay there, a human candelabra for The Collective. There is nothing else, except my task. My nipples are covered in wax and ache to be touched. The exhibitionist in me revels at the thought that so many eyes are on my exposed body and I…
Previous Chapter Chapter Two: Interlude I lay on the bed, my mask pulled tight and my vision cut off. With a start, I feel the bed move and my heart starts to race. My beautiful four-poster carriage is being wheeled somewhere and I have no idea where. A small sliver of brightness peeks through the…
Note from Author: This short story contains sexually explicit content that is not appropriate for minors. All sexual encounters in this story are consensual between adults. All scenes of power exchange and kink elements are to be assumed as pre-negotiated between partners that follow R.A.C.K: risk-aware, consensual kink! Scenes in this short story may include…
It was Michael’s 37th birthday and his wife, Tricia had bought him a 60-minute deep tissue massage from a local masseuse. As Michael drove to his appointment after work, he wondered why Tricia would buy him this. He had never mentioned wanting or needing a massage. Michael and Tricia had been married for 9 years…
Isaac and I had been seeing each other casually for a couple of weeks at this point. I really liked him. He had dark brown hair, deep brown eyes, and was studying social work with a focus on helping survivors of sexual assault. Oh, and he was in the military. He certainly ticked all the…
Last Chapter “Uuhhh…” Kayne shuddered as the dull, listless voice scraped up the back of his arms. “I’m lookin’ fer a Kayne Wright?” He blinked, swiveling in his desk chair to find a short, pudgy man in a wrinkled blue polo standing a few cubicles down from him. In his hands was a small, rectangular…
As usual, in the lab the lights emanate from everywhere yet nowhere. However, this time he’s strapped face-down to the cold metal table, his legs spread; it doesn’t matter what he can or cannot see. He’s naked. His heart is pounding. The pain is coming. There is no stopping the pain from coming. “You’ll forget…
THE STORY SO FAR London, the mid-1970s. From the moment I set eyes on Justine, I just knew I had to have her (and I was far from alone in my pursuit of her). For months she resisted my advances, insisting she was saving herself for the right man. But in the end, she yielded…
Jules was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate. It was already 6:00p.m. The meeting had gone on non-stop since 9:00 that morning and the client showed no signs of bringing it to an end. Normally, she wouldn’t mind. It wasn’t unusual. When a client is being sued for a figure with lots of zeros on…
Connor walked into the living room in black briefs and a sheer robe. He threw himself down on the ottoman and sighed dramatically. Lukas, seated snugly on the couch, glanced up from his laptop. His fingers flew over the keyboard as he reached out and nudged Connor’s calf with his foot. “What’s wrong with you?”…
It was silent apart from the gentle patter of raindrops. He could almost forget that he was pushing his way down a crowded sidewalk to get to the rideshare parking lot. Just as he did every weekday. However, instead of the usual sharp, pricking sensation along his skin caused by the bustle of a city…
Sunlight peaks in around the window ledge, streaming through the shear curtains and warming my hand. I slowly waken, struggling to open my eyes. Something feels different. These are not my sheets, these are not my pillow. As the room comes into focus, details from the previous night come rushing back. I yawn as I…
It was a sweltering day in late May. The humidity in the air was thick and heavy. Sarah had just finished at the gym and was riding her bike home. She passed down Main Street which was congested and busy. All of the coffee shops and bistros were brimming with activity, with many kids now…
It was not just beeping, it was radiating. A signal, in red circular waves. Somewhere nearby, a man was in need of a blowjob and Alfie was determined to find him. He used his cellphone like a compass – holding it in the palm of his hand and pointing it in slightly varying directions, finding…
Martin hated clubs. They played the music too loud and people jostled him. Yet, Martin found himself aglow in reddish-orange light, his fingers tapping on a wooden bar. Glitter dusted the dark floor and black stools. Martin blinked through a strobe as he looked over his shoulder at him. Martin hated to admit that he…