Here I am, sitting on the porch of my vacation cabin in the woods on a warm summer night, floating in the aftermath of an incredible orgasm. Looking down at the pond below and the stars above, I’ve been reflecting on how I’ve spent my vacation so far. This secluded cabin is my home for a week, and so far it’s been nothing but heavenly. My boyfriend, Joey, and I came up on the weekend. He left early Wednesday morning and w...

This is a story from my college days. One summer evening, I was holed up in my dorm room, a math textbook splayed open on my desk, pages crammed with equations and notes I was supposed to memorize for an upcoming exam. I was 19, studying to be a teacher, with blonde hair spilling over my shoulders and blue eyes usually buried in books rather than meeting people’s gazes. My name’s Stella, and though I’ve been told I’m pret...

Living on the top floor was hard work when climbing the steep stairs, but as Archie stood outside on the flat roof, it reminded him that there were also good aspects to it. Stella's situation in the block opposite Archie's was identical to his, and she, too, felt the first vaguely warm day of the year should be marked with time spent relaxing on her own rooftop space. It was a day for the two-piece swimsuit, a cocktail, a...

'Text me with your thoughts.' When Paul saw this written on the front of her tee shirt, it brought the first real smile to his face of the day. Seeing a mobile number displayed on the back of it was his kind of humour, too. 'You just made my day,' Paul typed, having no qualms about sending his thanks for cheering him up in a message to the number given. Paul got off the bench he had been sitting on but paused when distrac...

She sat down silently on the bench in the park. She needed space, but not in a way that made her feel alone. He was certain he could see sadness in her eyes, but he knew it wasn’t his place to pry, speculate, or intrude. The need to distract herself from dark thoughts felt overwhelming. They had shared good times, but she had made the courageous decision to move on and start anew. It was painful but essential. She felt no...

His escapist writing had come to an end and a cool drink brought reality back into focus. The square wasn't particularly busy, but it had become noisier, as the three women who had arrived planned their next move. The loudly discussed and agreed plan of action involved sitting at his table. When the three women did so, he saw the logo 'Tick Box Trio - Summer 2024 Tour' on each of their tee shirts. He made no effort to hid...

Entering the competition had been a spur of the moment decision and although Becky didn't need the lure of a prize to be inspired, she had decided to make the next story she wrote suitable for submission. Becky's disappointment at her lack of creative ideas found her discussing it on the forum she used that was for fellow authors of erotic fiction. Those she exchanged messages with included some who she regarded as good f...

"Can I sit here?" she asked, on looking for an available seat on the overnight bus, after another week spent working down South. He beckoned to her to sit down, to confirm the seat was unoccupied. Once she had taken her seat, she unpacked her laptop from her weekend bag, whilst feeling relieved that she could unwind at last.. When she had enquired about the seat, he had been checking emails, something he returned to doing...