The bass pulsed through the club, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the pounding of my heart. My eyes scanned the throng of bodies, searching for something, someone, I didn't even know what. Then I saw him. He was leaning against the bar, a silhouette against the neon lights, his gaze sweeping the room with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. Dark hair, a hint of stubble shadowing his jaw, and eyes… oh, those e...

Sienna was a vision of youthful exuberance, her golden hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of spun silk, catching the light with every graceful move she made. Her eyes, a piercing shade of blue, mirrored the clear skies of a summer day, filled with the promise of mischief and the sparkle of innocence on the verge of being lost. At the tender age of twenty, she possessed a body that was a testament to the beauty...

The hallway stretched before me, a dim tunnel of shadows and muted sounds. The music from the party was a distant thrum, a reminder of the vibrant energy far away. My ruffle-trimmed bodycon dress, a thin veil against the cool air, made me feel soft and vulnerable. As I teetered forward, my heels clicked softly on the polished floor, each tap echoing the nervous flutter in my chest. I looked up at the dark stranger who sto...

I first saw Brad when he happened to be walking beside me in our high school hallway. He was by far the cutest guy in our high school. I was a sixteen year-old virgin teenager who daydreamed 24/7 about changing that status, as soon as possible. My Mom and my Grandma have always been proud sluts, I looked up to them both, and I couldn't wait to be just like them. When I looked Brad up and down from head to foot and back up...

Anatoly leaned in, grinning over a mug of frothy ale. “Come on, mate. I know you’ve never done this before,” he rasped, his voice coarse and breath reeking of stale beer. “It’s been, what, three weeks since we got back to the city? You really need to finally get your rocks off.” He slapped his hand on Bram’s shoulder, nearly causing him to spill his beer. Bram shot him a look and got an amused grin in response. “No,” he m...

She had always imagined this moment; the moment she would feel him enter her. Countless nights were spent on her bed, lost in fantasies. Her fingers danced over her skin, tracing delicate lines down her body. She caressed her breasts, feeling the warmth spread as she imagined his hands in their place. Her fingers moved lower, finding the sensitive spot between her thighs. She rubbed her clit in slow, deliberate circles, e...

It had been so long since I last saw Anna. Our frequent meetings had tapered out to nothing after she separated from Rick. I had hoped for the opposite, but she told me she needed time to build a new life, so I reluctantly broke contact and tried to move ahead with my life too. The memories remained. Like her perfect ass, the time she fed me her husband's cock for the first time, the time she forced me to have sex with he...

Leon and Tarrik lived as vampires for 500 years but had never seen someone affected by Harlin's poison like Alara. Her body was turning pale and her breathing was turning shallow. Alara was their servant and had been with them for so long, and they grew to care for her. "Alara will die if we don't extract the poison from her blood. She is on the verge of death, we have to do something," Tarrik said, wearily. Leon looked a...

It was a hot summer day. The girl sat on the park bench, her feet dangling off the edge of the bench. She wore a short skirt and sandals, her legs were bare and smooth. Her shirt was light and airy, and it billowed in the breeze. She had long brown hair that fell in waves down her back, framing her face perfectly. Her eyes were a deep blue that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. The girl's skin was a warm, golden brown fr...

Pallored face and well-worn fingers Trace a brand new body quivers Underneath bedroom sheets In my solitary room retreat I cast my hand between my thighs Bite my lip with wishful eyes Orange dreams and velveteen To pluck the first flowers of Spring

My life isn't one that I would call adventurous or exciting. I live a very boring life, which merely consists of going to business class, attending tennis lessons, taking etiquette lessons, and other boring hobbies. Most of it was chosen by my parents, independence isn't something that I ever striven for. Life went its usual way until that very day, which changed my mindset, thinking, and sexuality. He walked into our hou...