I sit across from Jared at the dinner table, my heart racing with excitement and nervousness. The family chatter fills the room, but our secret game makes everything else fade into the background. I can feel his foot gently pressing against mine, a daring yet innocent touch that thickens the air with unspoken tension. My cousin Jared is a few years older than I, tall and athletic, with an easy smile that makes my heart fl...

Pulling me close, Nelson planted a kiss on my mouth. His lips were eager, almost forceful, and I moaned as his tongue met mine. Even while he kicked the door closed behind him, his hands were all over me, squeezing my breasts and buttocks, sliding along my thighs. I caught a whiff of cigarette smoke clinging to him, along with a hint of cologne. In his embrace, I practically went limp, my own lust ceding to submission. Br...

Every weekday morning at 8:45, Iain stood outside the school gates like clockwork—coffee in one hand, half-hearted smile on his face, and a head full of distractions. But the one distraction he welcomed was Sophie. She strolled up in that usual confident stride, long curly hair bouncing, tight jeans hugging every curve of her tall, hourglass frame. There was always something in the way she looked at him—like she knew exac...

Whenever I drift into erotic reverie, my mind is consumed by one of two men. I alternate between them in my fantasies, and my selection depends on my mood. Imagining one man makes me come faster, while imagining the other makes me come harder. The first man? My husband, Seth. I don't know if that's surprising or to be expected, seeing as how we've been together over five years. Bearded and strong, the way he fucks often b...

The night is just beginning, the terraces are full and a snippet of a Dutch sentimental song is drifting from a pub. In the Red Light District there are a ladies behind the windows who look at Mark approvingly, but they refrain from really ogling him because he has me on his arm. There are drunken tourists, and a vagrant type is vomiting over the railing of a bridge. There is no doubt that Amsterdam is a unique city. 'Her...

I wasn't scheduled to work again until Monday afternoon, and though I wished I could see Arden sooner, I figured I'd spend my weekend studying. But on Saturday evening, as I settled onto the couch with my laptop and a cup of tea, I still held out hope that I'd hear from my boss. I knew he was at the store, working alongside another employee, and they'd be closing soon. It was a constant struggle to try to focus on my stud...

I told Steven that I am going to see Tessa in Naarden. Tessa told Lucas that she is going to have dinner with me, but instead she has a masterclass with the Pilates instructor. I meet Mark at Bird Restaurant on the Zeedijk. I am glad I decided to wear fancy lingerie, even though it will stay hidden under a woollen dress. It is autumnal outside, a stark contrast to the sultry night after Madama Butterfly. I am led to the t...

I flung open the hood of Goof, my VW Golf, and drive through the sun-drenched Dutch countryside with my hair flapping. The radio is blaring, I am on my way to meet Mark at his boat in Rijpwetering. I am nervous, I cannot hide behind the keyboard today and I am afraid I will disappoint him. Only Rose and Simon know that I am going to do this, and they both wished me a lot of fun. This is not the time to start doubting or f...

The following evening, Ethan showed up around eight. My parents greeted him with friendly hellos, and Mom asked if he'd eaten dinner, because we had plenty of leftovers. Ethan politely declined, keeping his eyes locked with mine the entire time. "You boys going out somewhere?" Dad asked from his recliner. "Nah," I hurriedly answered. "We're just gonna hang out here." Once Ethan and I were in my room, I closed the door but...

Standing at the back sliding doors to her apartment felt as surreal as anything else that had happened in the previous hour. It was a moment of truth, and in a sense, I was standing at the doors of destiny. When she finally slid open the door, I was confronted by her shapely form clad in a soft, white short bathrobe. Her hair was loosely tied back in a bun. Tara avoided looking me directly in the face, but curtly beckoned...

Myles positioned himself above me, with his knees planted on either side of my thighs. I offered no resistance as he pulled my nightshirt over my head. Afterward, he took the time to smooth my tousled hair back from my face. That might have been the moment when my attraction to him became more than merely physical. All the while, his erection strained out from him, a constant reminder of his plan for me. As I blatantly st...

Nadia's question, asked so earnestly, almost made me laugh. Of course, I trusted her. To an extent. Tonight, I'd allowed her to handcuff me to the metal spindles of her bed's headboard. That I was completely naked when she did so only served to make me feel more vulnerable. In the candlelight, I also felt strangely free, like I'd left my identity just outside her apartment door. I'd never been into bondage, not even withi...