Our intimacy had blossomed into a beautiful rhythm, a dance of passion that filled our days. As the world slowly emerged from the shadows of lockdown, we found ourselves navigating the delicate balance of life and love, each moment steeped in the sweetness of our connection. With the sun shining down on new beginnings, she landed a job at Hooters, working as a bartender. Days were filled with the hustle of our separate wo...

Chapter 3. Seeds of Doubts The door shut behind us with a click that sounded louder than it should've. We walked back in silence, the chill in the afternoon air doing little to cool the strange warmth still lingering in my chest, not the kind of warmth that comes from comfort, but from unease. I wanted to say something. Just a line: Did that feel…off to you? But every time I opened my mouth, her calm face told me not to....

The cheap blonde wig scratched faintly at Lacey’s scalp, a constant reminder of how fake this all was was—yet somehow, it felt right. She’d brushed it out carefully, curling the ends under just slightly. Not quite bimbo, but not quite wholesome. Just enough to turn heads and make people wonder. The top she chose was cropped high enough to flash the smooth skin of her lower stomach when she moved. It draped loose across he...

"Keep going," Kelly whimpered. "I'm close." The way I see it, this is where a lot of guys slip up. They get excited, or drop their guard, and they fail at the final hurdle. Or they break out some daft extra trick to 'help get her there', like shoving a finger in clumsily when their tongue was doing just fine, and they ruin the moment entirely. Now, I'm not claiming to be the perfect lover, but that's one problem I don't h...

Bertie awoke to the smell of fresh coffee. Ignoring the early hour and his own internal screaming to stay in bed, he pushed the covers aside and followed the sweet smell wafting out of the apartment kitchen. He was surprised to find Rachel there, in the dim light from the coffeemaker - still in the clothes she’d worn yesterday, her eyes sunken and lined. She jumped a bit in her chair when she saw him coming, having clearl...

He’s in his office, lights low, one hand around a glass of bourbon, the other lazily flipping through emails he doesn’t care about. Tie undone. Shirt sleeves rolled up. Completely relaxed. That lasts about ten more seconds. Because I walk in. No knock. No warning. Just lingerie—black, barely-there. One strap falling off my shoulder. Skin glowing. Confidence dripping from every step. I cross the room like it’s mine, becaus...

Welcome back to my sexual autobiography, answering questions I see posted on the Lush forums with a true story! And this poster asks, Is sex in the car awesome or awkward? I’d love to be able to tell you that I have been ravished on the backseat of a car. I really like the idea of making passionate love in a limo or a millionaire’s super-car, my hands desperately grasping steam-soaked windows as I succumb to orgasm, perha...

My husband, Dan, and I, Tracy, like to go into the city for romantic getaways fairly often. We will plan a dinner at a nice restaurant, then go spend the night in a luxury hotel. It’s always nice and romantic. Sex in a hotel room just seems to be a little bit more stimulating than at home. One recent Saturday night, we made plans for our favorite restaurant and had a hotel booked for after-dinner activities. I got dressed...

The unexpected knock came about mid-afternoon. Jamie padded to the door in socks and a faded uni hoodie, expecting a package or maybe a neighbour complaining about music. He had been focusing on one of his assignments, a particularly dull essay on the spread of cutlery through the British Empire and what that said about changing societal standards. So he was happy for the distraction. He was even happier when he opened it...