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…
Before I put another notch in my lipstick case You better make sure you put me in my place Pat Benatar, Hit Me with Your Best Shot Shawn sat at the faux oak boardroom table in the cool room, waiting for the meeting to start. Evelin sat down across from him. He looked up in…
Sabrina’s right hand hovered tentatively over her mouse, the cursor poised to click Broadcast. While she’d always found the idea of showing off for others a huge turn-on, she’d never dared to actually act on this fantasy. She’d come close a few times – and had even registered on an amateur cam site – but…
The pressure of quarantine pushed people from their apartments. Aysa sat on her fire escape on the fifteenth floor of the old apartment building, soaking in the respite. But respite wasn’t the only reason she was there. Several stories below, on the top of the neighboring apartment building, was a secret garden. The garden was…
The television hums— “…The number of confirmed cases has surpassed 985,000…” My eyes glaze over as the reporter drones on. I’ve heard it all before, and it just gets worse each day. This shit’s inescapable. As frightening as it is, who knew the end of the world would be so… fucking dull? Stay the fuck inside. That’s…
One month since the beginning of confinement. My boyfriend is spending his days in endless phone calls and zoom meetings while I stay parked in the bedroom, not allowed to show my face. As a freelance journalist, I am used to staying at home. Unfortunately, I am facing my worst case of writer’s block and…
Day 1 of Isolation My relationship had always been pretty vanilla. The sex was always great, but we never really pushed any boundaries. It never felt lacking, but we were both busy people. Experimentation wasn’t really a priority. You could probably blame this on the boredom. Being at home together was great, but doing nothing…
She stuck her thumbs up. Both of them. For such small hands they suddenly seemed to be huge. Ah, the bum’s rush. Nothing like it. What he’d noticed first was her hair. Thick. Full-back length. Brown as her eyes. Except her eyes were blue. Shocking, bright aquamarine blue. That’s what you noticed first, if you…
Back in my twenties, I’d been selected by an older woman, Evelyn, out of the half dozen young guys clustered around her in the pool at the club. The three young women at the other end of the pool, visibly pissed at being abandoned by their admirers, were understandably baffled at how a plump, grandmotherly,…
I want him. I want him so much. He’s absolutely gorgeous. From the second I first laid eyes on him, I have fantasized about him. Imagined what his kiss would feel like, the sensation of his hand cupping my chin as he lowers his face to mine and presses his lips to my mouth. Imagined…
I stood in the doorway to our master bedroom, watching. Farah’s hands gripped the headboard so tightly. Framed by her curly, black hair, her face was grimaced. I knew she liked what was happening though. She was seriously enjoying being fucked hard by the man on top. No remorse for her. Her legs were wrapped…
Like everyone else these days, she sets aside special alone time for porn. Quality time spent buck naked, fueled with a snifter of cognac, dimmed lights and throbbing music to keep time with the rhythm of her slender fingers, tapping on the trackpad, navigating from image to image, or scrolling through a particularly long and…
Mr. Rungard was late. And he was the last parent-teacher conference meeting of Mrs. Mower’s marathon day. Bored tapping her nails on the desktop, she began to scrub off the equations, which were drying on the whiteboard. “Mrs. Mower?” Turning, she saw that the baritone voice came from a tall man wearing dark slacks, a startched…
‘Home James, and don’t spare the arses.’ James – Dave, her husband – knew the routine. It was their game. One they both loved to play. Get into the car, drive round the block, back into the house, that’s how it started. Every time they got into the car ‘It’s Yesterday Once More’ began to…