My body was still trembling, soaked in sweat and afterglow. She lay next to me, tracing lazy circles on my bare stomach. Her fingers were slow — too slow — like she was savoring the aftermath. "You came so easily for me," she whispered, licking her bottom lip. "I barely touched you." I was still catching my breath when I turned to face her. "And you’re still fully clothed," I said, my voice low, husky, daring. She raised...

Oh, hi there. Lovely to meet you. I see you've found your way to my own little tale. The origin of how I came to be at Stateside Denims and how I came to be the guardian of a denim-clad harem of lovely ladies. I was in two minds about whether or not to commit this memoir to paper. But when I found Jean Therapy, I figured, why the hell not? If Linda can do it, so can I. I have to say, I was a little shocked when I stumbled...

Upstairs, the movie still played, casting flickering shadows across the room. But none of the girls were watching it, not really. Poppy sat rigidly on her side of the pillow nest, the popcorn long forgotten, her fingers curled tightly into the blanket as her eyes flicked toward the other side of the room. She was soaked. Jennifer was hidden beneath the covers, but it was obvious where she was. Leslie lay back, her lips pa...

Sienna and her cheer squad had just claimed victory in round one of the national cheerleading competition in Washington, the arena buzzing with excitement as confetti showered down like a festive storm. Karen, Sienna's teammate and friend, stood out in the crowd of celebrants. Karen, a twenty-year-old brunette, captivated the crowd with her long, wavy hair cascading down her back, framing her flushed face and attracting a...

'Let's go for a drink or two with Jay and his new girlfriend,' he said. 'It'll be fun,' he said. Famous...last...words. I shit you not. Against my better judgment, we did go out that night. And here I am, just a few weeks later, watching my boyfriend of three years pack the last of his things into his car and drive off without a backward glance. What led to this less-than-friendly breakup, you ask? Well, let me tell you a...

The following morning after their night with Tyrone and Carl, Christine Lamont and her daughter Amy came down for breakfast. The smiles on both their faces tell each other that neither of them had any regrets about what they had done the night before. As they ate their cereals, Christine brought up the 'elephant in the room'. They had both had unprotected bareback sex with two virile young black men and could both easily...

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...

It had been a week since that night at Claire’s. Well—technically, since that morning. The sun had already started slipping through the kitchen blinds when Claire and Henry and Sarah and Amy walked in, both looking flushed and rumpled, wearing each other’s clothes and smug grins. Emily and Jessica were still catching their breath on the couch, legs tangled and flushed from hours tangled with Ron. No one was shocked. No on...

I never imagined my worst fate would be running out of clean socks on a Monday morning. My alarm screamed at 6:15 a.m., and I smashed it into submission before it could demand another groan. Rolling out of bed, I discovered I had precisely zero pairs of clean underwear, which felt uncomfortably prophetic. My apartment was only marginally larger than the closet I’d rented freshman year, but at least it was mine, chaotic, c...

Tabi sat in our sole armchair, raising one long, toned leg to balance her foot on the low table before her. She carefully applied a glossy coat of orange nail polish to her toes. I was lounging on our somewhat bald and deformed couch. We were both as naked as the day we were born. It never got particularly cold in our state, and nudity came naturally to us. We had been raised in very different backgrounds. Tabi had grown...