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…
Maybe it’s all the time I spend starring at these four damn walls all day but… “One more minute,” she shouts through the door. …that minute seemed like a lot to ask of me right now. Especially with a necktie on. Dress up for date night, sure, I can appreciate that. But please, don’t make…
Lascivious ravagement She strode down the long hallway enjoying the pleasurable experience of the fine silk fabric against her nipples. Her négligé barely covered the curve of her behind and the darkness at her front. She felt freedom as a gentle bouncing followed the rhythm of her walk. Usually this solitude was her most prized…
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…
It was my birthday, and he’d so far ignored me all day, despite my efforts to look extra special today. I’m not annoyed with him, I just hoped for something special, since it was my first birthday with him. I was in our kitchen cooking my own birthday meal, my favourite spaghetti pomodoro, while I…
It was too hot in their apartment. It always was. The eighth floor and the 300 days of sunshine meant that as the heat rose, and stayed there, their apartment was a constant 80 degrees. With the oven on, the air conditioning wasn’t enough. Melanie stood in her kitchen, wearing only an apron around her…
Funny how you never think of her until you’re alone. Funny how your best friend is just your best friend until it’s two a.m. and you can’t sleep for the third night in a row; heat pools in your belly and you’ve never wanted her more. Funny how you used to think you just liked…
I love my house and being in it, but a country-wide self-quarantine was starting to wear on me. My home started to feel like a prison and the bedroom that is normally my sanctuary, my tantric escape, was now my cell. I needed more. More of what, I didn’t know, just more than this. I…
The skin of the peach with fragrant down pliant beneath her fingers, glistened with crystal beads of moisture. They coated her fingertips as she played thoughtlessly with the fruit and looked out on the warm day. She watched the breeze through the trees come and play silently with the curtains, drawn back to expose her…
My boss, Julianne Billing, sits in her pristine gray and yellow home-office completely unaware of what I have going on under the table. It’s thrilling to tell the truth. I’ve never done anything like this before – hadn’t much considered it an option really – but when the video chat tone started going off right…
Corey glanced up as Jackie banged another mug into the dishwasher. “You trying to break something?” he said mildly from the living room. Jackie paused, soapy hands dripping onto the counter. “Sorry. It’s just-” she gestured vaguely over the sink. “The everything.” She shot him a dagger-eyed look as the corner of his mouth rose…
The walls between our apartments are paper-thin, leaving some, and much, to the imagination. Sometimes I hear muffled voices or music playing quietly. Other times, I hear a lot more. The first time I heard them fucking, I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned my ear in closer to the wall to get a better listen.…
My room is dark and my bed is empty and fuck I wish you were here. The sheets around me slip and slide. Cool to the touch, they prick at my skin and send shivers down my spine. The folds trace at my arms, hips, stomach, inner thighs, and though my room is dark I…
As lockdown stretches indefinitely, I find myself left to my own devices (vibrating or otherwise). I know I am very lucky to stay safe at home. Forced isolation has me feeling repressed, but it may be why I had the most delightfully dirty dream the other morning. My boyfriend S. and I are long-distance and…
The late winter wind whipped off the lake, sending ripples across the water. The cloud cover, heavy and pendulous, had eventually given way to a grey, driving rain that had blanketed the area and driven everyone inside. The hidden sun was fading into twilight and the rain had turned into a fog, thick and low.…
It had been two months of daily edging, two months with seven ruins, two months since her last orgasm. He had promised her that every two months, he would give her permission to cum. Tonight was the night she could finally have the orgasm she had been dreaming about. She wanted it to be amazing;…