“Another 20 minutes, great,” Nelson muttered under his breath, the clock seeming to slow down every time he glanced up at it. “Hm?” Susan enquired. “Just, the time left from class,” he replied, his whisper barely audible “More if you don’t write something,” came her disapproving reply. “Maybe I’m just a bit distracted about tonight,” he teased in response. Susan said nothing, though he could see a slight smirk flash acros...

The gym at Crestwood University echoed with the sharp squeak of sneakers and the steady thump of volleyballs. Richard Brown, the 40-year-old coach of the women’s volleyball team, the Crestwood Vipers, sat on a bench, trying to focus on the drills. At 5’5”, he felt small compared to the towering athletes, his clipboard a flimsy shield against their teasing. The girls, a pack of confident 20-somethings, had other plans for...

It had been one of the most intense sex sessions they had ever experienced, and as a result, they had both fallen asleep from exhaustion. Eventually, nature's call woke Dan, and he headed to the bathroom. As he returned from the restroom, he spied the sheer black silk and lace panties that Linda had worn on the floor; it was one of the few pieces that he hadn't bought for her. He plucked them up to examine them and just t...

It had been months since I touched a woman—since I touched her. Time blurred. Days stacked up like empty plates, used and tasteless. The gym helped, sometimes. It gave me structure, a sense of progress, something I could hold onto while the rest of me unraveled. But today… the weights didn’t hit right. The mirror didn’t reflect anything back. Just a man going through the motions, haunted by a pair of eyes that had once cu...

Whitney, a shy college freshman with little dating experience, blushed easily and avoided eye contact most of the time. She felt too skinny and flat-chested compared to her classmates, making her self-conscious about her looks. By the time college rolled around, group projects helped Whitney become more outgoing, but she still struggled to find time for boyfriend. A week into the semester, she was terrified to find hersel...

A girl knows when she's been watched. There's that tingling sensation of eyes falling upon oneself. Sometimes, they avert their eyes, looking away. Sometimes, they hold your stare, forcing you to look away, embarrassed. Sometimes, the smile behind the stare is soft and compelling. Sometimes, it's sharp and creepy. It makes a girl wonder and makes her feel nervous and afraid. Sometimes, the stare is so hard you can feel it...

Teacher "Ok, class. Turn to page 94," Miss Marsey said. Rick sat daydreaming, yet to act upon the last instruction. His mind was too busy elsewhere, eyes fixed on his teacher's skirt, the faint hint of a suspender belt strap lining its side, almost invisible, yet undeniably there. She said, cross-legged, poised on the edge of her desk, her black pencil skirt riding just above her knees, with shiny black four-inch stiletto...

Chloe lay back on the plush hotel bed, the soft sheets a welcome contrast to her aching muscles. The dance showcase had been grueling, but she was looking forward to this—her private after-party with Mary. Mary sat on the edge of the bed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Two pairs of sheer hose lay between them, their crotch sections pressed firmly together, creating a joined unit. Both women were already wearing another...

As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a golden glow across the ocean, a girl appeared at the edge of the beach. She kicked off her white sneakers, allowing her toes to burrow into the damp, smooth grains of the trail leading down to the beach. The wind, carrying the crisp scent of salt and seaweed, tugged playfully at her vibrant red hair, neatly tied back in a ponytail. She smiled, a hint of anticipa...

Zoe sat down beside her boyfriend, Troy, on the second floor of the University of Magical Studies. The room was packed—it was exam week, and students were deep in their books. Troy welcomed the break as Zoe leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "Who's the smart one here?" Zoe asked. "You are. But I’m the clever one," Troy replied with a grin. Zoe rolled her eyes. "Guess what? I found an awesome spell. Give me yo...