At the bar, ordering, dress tight, redhead, my friends and boyfriend laughing nearby. A guy, sleazy stare, hits on me. I tell him to fuck off, but his dirty words cut deep, waking my inner slut. Dark alley, on my knees, cold stone. He yanks my hair, chokes me with his cock. Drool, shame, ecstasy. A hot rush floods my throat. He laughs: “One hit, and you’re swallowing me whole.” I stand, wiping my lips, smirk twisted. “You...

Emma ran through the jungle, her legs pounding the earth in a frantic sprint. Her breath, short and searing, escaped in desperate gasps, while sweat streamed down her skin, carving glistening trails along her arms. Thorns clawed at her shredded tank top, which clung to her chest, revealing flashes of skin flushed with exertion. “It’s not possible,” screamed her voice in her head. Tears, hot and bitter, streamed down her c...

The white beaches and the blue sea were exactly what Bethany needed. It had been a rough year, and she had needed a break. A friend had suggested Maui, and she had jumped at the chance. They had travelled together and planned the trip meticulously, but as always happens, the plans never worked out. So it was, nineteen-year-old Bethany found herself walking along the pristine beach, enjoying the sun beating down on her bar...

The university library was a maze of dusty tomes and dim corners, the kind of place where secrets could hide in plain sight. It was late, the stacks deserted, the only sound the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Nour, a 22-year-old Lebanese beauty, sat at a secluded table, her modest hijab framing a face that could stop traffic—full lips, dark almond eyes, a quiet grace that screamed tradition. Her long skirt and loose blo...

Red I had slept most of the day. Kept waking up to nightmares. I couldn’t remember exactly what was happening. All I know is when my eyes shot open I was thinking of her. The terrifying goddess who made me her plaything. Mommy. Mistress. And despite the ragged breathing and chill that ran through my body, my fingers were plunged into my pussy. And in a puddle of my own cold sweat, I would whimper and play with myself. Fuc...

“Threads We Weave” Friday rolled in thick, the Costco meat room grinding—blades whining, blood streaking my apron, hands slicing on autopilot. Last night stuck to me—soft, warm, her in my arms, bedroom floor gritty with dirt, that rare ember catching where I didn’t expect. It wasn’t Kate, wasn’t the basement’s burn, but it was something, humming low under my ribs as I worked, clock dragging toward break. Kate’s text from...

As summer was quickly approaching, Katie leans back in her office chair. The memories of her exciting trip to the mountains the year prior flood her thoughts with images of the small town. She became acquainted with a local man in the little mountain town during that trip. Joe is 6 feet tall, has an average build, has a long beard, and wears a baseball cap. He is the complete opposite of the unassertive man who gives into...

Last week your internet suddenly stopped working. There was a knock on the door. I was in the cable company uniform you bought for me. I told your husband I shorted your internet while working at the junction box. I strolled into the house and went straight to pretending to work on the internet, using my various little gadgets and tools. You didn't know anyone was here, and you came out of the bathroom dressed in your she...