Roommate Stories

Sav felt boneless as she lay splayed out over Celeste’s lap, a silent, all-consuming rush flowing through her ears. She was only vaguely aware of her other senses, giving her hazy impressions of what had just occurred. Her arms sore from holding up her curvy frame, her bottom sizzling with lingering heat. Had it been mere minutes since she’d wandered boldly into her roommate’s room? It felt like lifetimes had passed, tran...

Jamie hovered over her, cock sheathed and throbbing, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts. He was nervous. She could see it. “Go slow,” Nina said, voice soft but firm. “I want to feel every inch.” He nodded, jaw tight, and guided himself forward. The head of his cock pressed against her slick, aching entrance. He paused, exhaling. Then he pushed. Nina gasped as he filled her, inch by careful inch, his cock thick, pu...

The unexpected knock came about mid-afternoon. Jamie padded to the door in socks and a faded uni hoodie, expecting a package or maybe a neighbour complaining about music. He had been focusing on one of his assignments, a particularly dull essay on the spread of cutlery through the British Empire and what that said about changing societal standards. So he was happy for the distraction. He was even happier when he opened it...

Sav peered out the window and let her lips curl up into a contented smile. It was truly beautiful here, in this small cottage just off the coast of Maine. Summer was hanging on with vengeance, but every so often she heard whispers of Autumn. She was grateful for the peace and quiet that this artists’ retreat had provided her with. A self-taught painter, she never thought that fooling around with watercolors would’ve lande...