Buzz. Buzz. My phone vibrated. I know what you did. read the text that came across my screen. A wave of hot embarrassment washed over me as I sat on the couch. The text was from Arnold. There was no way he could have known about R. Was there? What are you talking about? I replied. R. My heart stopped. I couldn’t breathe. Suddenly, time stood still. What do you mean? I played dumb. I saw the messages. Well, shit. What am I...

Our team was terrible, but we went anyway—more for the mischief afterward than the game itself. As expected, the post-game foolery began. Eggs, toilet paper, shaving cream—classic tools of suburban chaos. I got an egg from a friend and scoped out a group of upperclassmen. One of them spotted me and smirked. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned. So, naturally, I did. I launched the egg. It narrowly missed, and a couple o...

Hummmm. The sound of the microwave lulled me into a trance as I found myself looking into oblivion. Though it was late in the afternoon, this was my first meal of the day. Sometimes the video games that I play took more of my time than I realized. With the timer still counting down, I huffed and sighed, impatiently waiting for my simple frozen dinner of chicken alfredo warmed before me. Unable to contain my impatience, I...

The smell hit first. Sweat, amyl, old cum soaked into the walls. That thick, seedy scent you only find in places like this. I was already dropping to my knees, jeans halfway down, palms on cold tile. My shirt was still on. His cock was through the gloryhole, thick and pulsing, wet at the tip. No names, no rules. Just cock. Just heat. That kind of hunger that blanks everything else out. Somewhere behind me, a bloke groaned...

As I sat on the couch with Pam, I found it challenging to understand the intimate details of her life that she had shared with me. Why had her husband told her to stay on the pill? I wanted to ask, but something told me this wasn't the time. Pam's blouse was straining against the weight of her massive tits. She was showing a little cleavage; it was enough to excite. I thought it better to tell Pam I appreciated what she t...

Evening fell over the farm in a golden hush. Candles flickered in their sconces along the hallways, casting warm light on the ancestral portraits that lined the walls. The scent of roasted duck with wild herbs drifted through the dining chamber, accompanied by the faintest touch of lavender and beeswax polish. The long mahogany table gleamed beneath silver candelabras, and crystal goblets caught the firelight like droplet...

Rodger and Eddy had been together for a few months, and their chemistry was undeniable. They knew what they liked and weren't afraid to ask for it. One evening, as they settled into their apartment, Rodger pulled Eddy close, his large frame enveloping the smaller man. "I've been thinking about your tight ass all day," Rodger growled, his hands already wandering to Eddy's firm cheeks. Eddy grinned, pushing his ass back aga...

“I can't wait, babe. This time tomorrow, we will all be meeting up for our fun-filled night. Are you excited?" It was now here. We had spoken about having another fun night for a while, after our night with Lucy and Dan. First couple of times we spoke about it, we got so turned on and horny, we ended up having wild sex and then not speaking about it for a couple of days. About four or five weeks after that night, I spoke...

I never thought Doug and I would be in this situation. My name is Becca. I'm nineteen, and Doug is twenty. We were married three months ago and moved into a new apartment building near his work. We were high school sweethearts and were very devoted to each other. Doug was a high school athlete, tall, wiry, and good-looking. I was a cheerleader, five feet ten inches, thin, with an oversized, firm rack. I turned a lot of he...

The invitation had arrived unexpectedly on Thursday morning, a cream-colored envelope with Elise's unmistakable handwriting. James turned it over in his hands before opening it, savoring the moment of anticipation. Inside was a simple note card: "Saturday. 8 PM. Wear something nice. -E & M" That was all. No explanation needed. The three of them had been dancing around this possibility for months now—the lingering glances,...