As I lie here, legs spread in darkness, Alone with thoughts of her wicked caress, My fingers plunge to quell the throbbing need, That floods my sex with wanting, desperate greed. The sheets still reek of our animal rutting, Female bodies slick with sweat, grinding, gushing, Her tongue once flicked my clit to ecstasy, Now, just a ghost that leaves me aching, empty. So I'm wondering, spread-eagled in the night, Do all women...

Chloe awoke to the dull, grey light pressing through her curtains, the hush of early morning broken only by the faint hum of traffic outside and the occasional gull calling from the distant seafront. Her bedroom was a cocoon of warmth and softness: the faint scent of lavender from last night’s pillow spray lingered in the air, mingling with something muskier and unmistakably hers. Clothes were scattered in a lazy arc from...

In the carriage's dimmed lights, shadows danced across the curved walls as night descended beyond the windows. The train crept forward, winding through desolate suburbs, crossing over rusted bridges, and passing through slumbering regional towns. The rhythmic clacking of wheels against the track created a hypnotic backdrop, a mechanical lullaby that had already drawn several passengers into fitful sleep. We were headed to...

Throughout the night, she found herself restless, haunted by dreams of unfulfilled desires. What was the point? She pondered, unable to find rest as her mind was consumed by an overwhelming yearning for intimacy. Despite her efforts to suppress these cravings, her dreams relentlessly echoed her frustration, serving as a constant reminder of her desperate need for release. She didn't require validation; the dampness she fe...

She rushes into the cubicle in the bustling office restroom, her heart hammering with a potent mix of excitement and guilt. She knows it's reckless, indulgent even, but the craving is too strong to ignore. The memory of her lover's touch, the way he makes her body convulse with pleasure, overwhelms her senses. Slamming the door shut, she yanks her leggings down, the fabric catching on her heels. Impatience wins: she leave...

The digital clock flicks to 3:17 AM. Her twenty-three-year-old eyes snap open, pupils dilating in the darkness. Moonlight catches the sheen of sweat glistening across her collarbone. Outside, rain patters softly against her bedroom window, a gentle rhythm that only emphasises the solitude of her studio apartment. She's been here before, this same hour, this same restlessness. Three nights this week alone. The sheets benea...

The afternoon sunlight filtered through half-closed blinds, casting striped shadows across my unmade bed. It was Tuesday, 3:27 PM. I'd called work this morning telling them I was sick, but the truth was much simpler: I needed this time alone. The apartment was silent except for the distant hum of traffic and the occasional creak of the old building settling. I stripped off my clothes, tossing them onto the floor beside th...

I worked alone in my laboratory, surrounded by gears, brass fittings, and hissing steam pipes. The workshop smelt of hot metal, oil, and sweat. As a female inventor in a world that doubted women's capacity for science, I had something to prove, to them and to myself. The ticking of the wall clock matched my heartbeat as I made the final adjustments to my latest creation. This wasn't just any machine. I had designed it spe...

Eliza stared at her phone for the hundredth time that evening. She opened the app again to check if he'd responded. Nothing. Three days since their last exchange, and the silence was becoming unbearable. They'd never gone more than a few hours without messaging since connecting six months ago. Their daily ritual of morning texts and nightly voice messages were as reliable as sunrise. This sudden silence felt like a ruptur...

The alarm's shrill cry had already been silenced twice. Still, Sarah remained motionless in her bed, eyes half-closed against the pale morning light seeping through the curtains. The world outside her window was stirring to life, cars humming in the distance, birds chirping obliviously in the trees, but within her room, a different kind of awakening was taking place. Under the covers, her body began to stir. At first, it...

Alicia paced her small dorm room, unable to settle. She picked up a book, only to put it down moments later. Her fingers drummed restlessly on her desk as she glanced out the window, the sunny day beckoning. God, I'm going stir-crazy in here, she thought. I need to get out, do something... anything. She checked her phone, scrolled aimlessly, and then tossed it aside with a frustrated sigh. Her body hummed with pent-up ene...

The air clung to her skin like a damp shroud, heavy and unmoving. It was one of those hot summer nights that refused to exhale, the kind where even breathing felt like an effort. She lay sprawled across her bed, her body half-covered by a single cotton sheet. The fabric was thin, almost weightless, but it stuck to her like a second skin, damp with sweat and clinging to every curve. It offered no relief from the oppressive...

The light from the window was sharp, cutting through the blinds in uneven strips. It wasn’t soft or golden—it was just light, bright and intrusive. I blinked, my eyes adjusting, but my body was already moving before my mind caught up. My legs shifted under the sheets, restless, and I could already feel the ache between my thighs, low and insistent. Fuck, I’m so wet already. Didn’t even have to think about him this time. J...

The night spread like a dark cloak over my bed, and I lay naked, wrapped in memories of a pleasure that I could now only savor in my mind. My lips moistened, not just those of my mouth, but also those that keep deeper secrets, that seem to have their own sense of taste, a kind of hidden palate eager to explore once more. I closed my eyes and their images appeared, their scents filling my senses as if they were here, an in...