Carl had always been a quiet boy. A shy boy. Easily embarrassed. What no one saw coming was how beautiful he was going to be. Not just good-looking or handsome but properly beautiful. By the age of 18, he was tall, well over six foot, and played pretty much every sport going, which would account for the fact that his body was broad and muscular with a butt that was so hard you could knock someone out with it. The girls at...

I never imagined it would happen like that—on a night where everything felt too charged, too heavy with unspoken tension. Jeff had always looked at me like he knew something I didn’t. Like he could see through me—past the soft words, the polite laughs, straight into that hidden place where want lived. We were alone in his apartment. A thunderstorm tapped against the windows, low rumbles echoing through the room. He stood...

Normally I only use FOWNY on the weekends, but not this time. I came home from work on a Wednesday, all horned up. We had a new associate at my job, a hot blonde, all lips and tits. We hadn’t even spoken with each other yet, but just the sight of her made me rock hard! I knew I couldn’t wait until the weekend; I needed some relief now! I lifted the lid on my laptop and clicked on my FOWNY shortcut. I entered my user numbe...

Now, this is a true story and I can't believe I'm actually going to tell it. You can see from my handle that I work in a swimming pool and have done for a while. People in my area always refer to me as Marianne from the pool... and that's because I've got myself a bit of a reputation. I'm in my late 60s, divorced and with a new lust for life. And for young men. I think people would say I was pretty: I've got (dyed) blonde...

Chapter Six Still naked, the walk back to Luz’s apartment was a blur, the sun still high, baking the dusty streets. Faye’s bare feet slapped against the warm cobbles, her skin slick with sweat, the tonic’s heat ebbing but still smoldering in her veins. Her thighs rubbed together, slick and sticky, every step a reminder of how wide she’d spread herself in the square. Jenny padded beside her, silent for once, her lean frame...

Th-thump, th-thump, th-thump. The dryer was off again. Front leg, right side—always the same. My husband fixes it, I swear it breaks again on purpose. Total mystery how it keeps happening. Definitely not me accidentally nudging it out of alignment every time I do laundry. It’s just… that corner dips just right. Just enough to lean into. Just enough to feel the hum where it counts. The laundry room smelled like fresh linen...

Chapter Five The drive to the village was long and hot, the jungle stretching endlessly on either side of the dirt road. Faye gripped the wheel tighter than she needed to, her knuckles whitening, her jaw clenched. She’d tossed and turned all night, the tent’s humid air thick with shame. Jenny’s wide eyes burned in her mind, watching her ride the phallus, slick and stretched, her body splayed open, vulnerable. The thought...

Chapter Four The drive back to camp was quieter than usual. Jenny drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, humming softly to herself, while Faye sat in the passenger seat, staring out at the dense jungle flashing past the window. Her skin still tingled where Luz had touched her, the ghost of warm fingers on her hips, the weight of a palm lingering between her legs. She hadn’t stopped thinking about it. About the way it...