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....

"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...

Chapter One: Something About Him Lena had always been the “good girl.” Sweet, responsible, soft-spoken. At twenty-two, she’d built a life that was simple but stable: a steady job, a decent boyfriend, a modest apartment on the edge of the city. She worked at a local kindergarten where she was beloved by both kids and parents. Every morning, she tied her chestnut-brown hair into a ponytail, slipped into her soft pink scrubs...

Jake had been married to Autumn for five years, but their sex life had grown stale. Autumn’s once-tight pussy had become loose from years of use, and no matter how hard she tried, Jake couldn’t find pleasure in it anymore. He had taken a mistress, Makayla, who was young and tight, and could give him the satisfaction that Autumn couldn’t. Autumn knew about Makayla, and it killed her inside. She loved Jake and wanted to ple...

The silence of the forest echoed around us as we walked. Suddenly, everything had become so much more intense. My nostrils flared, inhaling air so crisp and clean that it burnt the inside of my nose. My eyes felt glazed over as we walked, as if I had just been hypnotized by his cock. Cheeks still flushed, heart still racing, several minutes after we started to head back to the car. It was not long before we reached a clea...

Morgan opened her eyes to the electronic chirping of her alarm. She turned it off and rolled over to find the other side of her bed empty and cold. It was a feeling she was still getting used to. Some mornings, it made her sad. Some mornings, it made her angry. Some mornings, it made her hopeful. And some mornings, it made her irresistibly horny. She rubbed her thighs together under the covers to see if this was one of th...

“I’m going out for a walk!” I said, grabbing my grey knit cardigan, quickly wrapping myself inside its warmth. Within a few steps, I climbed the stairs from my basement room and headed to the right, to the garage. I closed the door behind me and made my way outside the garage, taking in the crisp, clean morning Canadian air. Down the driveway led to the street. Turning left onto the street, I glanced around nervously, for...

Nayana lay sprawled on the bed, her body still trembling from the intensity of the group’s shared passion. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, and the scent of sex filled the air around her. She felt utterly spent, her limbs heavy and her mind blissfully blank. The boys had retreated to the bathroom to clean themselves up, their laughter and muffled voices echoing softly through the suite. She closed her eyes, savor...

POV: Taylor The kitchen smelled like garlic and roast. Laughter echoed from the living room—loud, false, and sharp. Jay’s voice didn’t carry like the others. It never did. But I could feel him. Even without looking. He was there. And I was still wet with him. I moved around the kitchen slow, trying to focus. The roast needed basting. The potatoes needed another toss. The salad hadn’t even been touched yet. My hands were w...