As the reality of the night ahead settled in, I could not help but feel a mix of fear and excitement. "Auntie," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, "what if it hurts?" Aunt Neelima leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. "It might," she admitted, "but only for a moment. The pleasure that follows is unlike anything you have ever felt. And remember, I will be with you. I will make sure he is as gentle as...

The sun was relentless. It beat down on Georgia’s creamy skin like a hot hand pressing against her shoulders, her chest, the back of her neck. Even in the shade of the old magnolia tree, the air was thick, soupy—more steam than breeze. Her raven-black hair clung to the sides of her face in damp waves as she sank her trowel into the garden bed one last time, exhaling a small grunt as she tugged a stubborn weed free. Her ta...

Our vending and selling continued. Our spot seemed to be a little more crowded than the rest. I realized that most men were gathering around to stare at me. I quietly appreciated Aunt Neelima's strategy to attract customers by bringing a beautiful girl like me with her and, that too, dressing me only in a saree, keeping my hair open. Aunt Neelima is a savvy businesswoman. She understands that my beauty, combined with the...

What is it about a teenaged girl? No, not the ones who go around in vast painted sweeping herds. The hive mind where not a single one of them has an individual thought. The Clone Army, who all look the same, dress the same, talk the same, and listen to the same music. No, not those teenage girls. And not The Bad Girls either. The ones that travel in smaller packs, hunting the weak, humiliating the insecure, and generally...

Ever since her divorce, Linda had been spending more and more time at the gym. Not that she needed it. Her lithe, tone figure had remained a point of pride even as she entered middle age. Lately, the gym had become a cathartic form of stress relief for her. She didn’t mind the social perks, either. The sight of the glistening, sweat-slicked bodies of college students everywhere only added fuel to Linda’s already simmering...

Excited and titillated, I nodded in the affirmative. She smiled at me, her eyes filled with a tender, hungry gaze that sent shivers down my spine. She gathered my hair at the base of my nape into a loose ponytail held by the clutch of her hand, the silky strands slipping through her fingers as she tugged gently. She kissed me again, and this time again, our tongues intertwined, and I liked the way she was sucking it. She...

The environment of this village is quite peaceful, the weather is pollution-free, and the air and water are sufficiently clean. After staying for two or three days, I have felt the effect of the weather and air on myself. My appearance, youth, and charm seem to have blossomed even more, and my beauty and glow seem to have increased. Just like most houses in the village, Aunt Neelima's house was quite big, with a courtyard...

My name is Myra Malai. I am 19 years old and I live in the city. I had decided to take a break from the city life. We have an old acquaintance named Neelima. I call her Neelima Aunty, and to spend my vacation, I have come to Nilima's aunt's house in our village, away from the city. There was a hush-hush that the village holds many secrets. It was very strange that Neelima's aunt’s village, which was named "Paankpada," had...

Samira Al-Khaledi is a strikingly beautiful Arab woman in her late 50s. Her skin is a rich tapestry of dark chocolate, a testament to her Middle Eastern heritage. She lounged in the opulent VIP area of the international airport's luxury airline lounge, her long legs crossed and a cell phone pressed to her ear. She wore an exquisite black tunic embroidered with intricate gold thread, which elegantly draped over her shapely...

"Ask her," Ali said. Ali was my long-term girlfriend and also my business partner. The her was Sita, our secretary, a cheerful 19-year-old girl of Indian heritage with a ready smile and a polite, helpful nature. Ali and I had been discussing having a threesome and who it might be good to invite. We had been together five years and made no pretence of ever doing anything as sensible as getting married. We were kindred spir...

“Go ahead and set that there, my dear,” Nikki instructed. My dear… I thought as I placed the grocery bag of chips on the kitchen counter. Everything about this visit to my field training officer’s house felt off, but now it felt very wrong. “Okay,” I said and began to empty the bags of chips and bottles of soda from the paper grocery bags. I had already marveled at her impressive whiskey bar in her living room on my way i...

Blackberry sweet tea was set on the table in a glass pitcher. The early morning light caught the clink of the ice in the dark liquid like some bizarre prism. "She gon' land safe. She gon' land safe. I just know it, I swear 'fore god, she gon' land safe. Just gotta wait for her to get here. I made her tea, I made her tea, she gon be here for this tea. She gotta... she gon' be here for this tea." Mary paced as she rubbed he...