"Feelings deepen, as do anxieties, for Monique and Lucy."
Monique’s pussy had developed an endearing habit. Dampness at dawn had to mean she’d been dreaming about Lucy. But irrespective of what shenanigans had played out in those dreams, Lucy had been typecast in the leading role in Monique’s daydreams....
"A sissy's journey from innocent virgin to her first encounter, under the guidance of her loving Daddy."
I never imagined the transformation that would unfold when I first slipped on a pair of silk panties and a lacy brassiere, my heart racing with trepidation and excitement. It all started with a few stolen moments in the bathroom,...
"A drunken night, torn stockings, and one smug confession: the girl he swore wasn't his type rides him until he begs for more."
The apartment door creaked open.Yoonda stepped out into the hallway. Her heels clicked softly against the floor, and her keys fell with a jingle onto the tiles. Her makeup was slightly smudged, and her green hair was tied back in...
"A young man learns from his family's departing housekeeper"
When I was a kid, we lived in several Asian cities. Most families in our company hired a Filipina maid to help with the household stuff, which was essential in my family because both parents worked full-time, and my brother...
"Nicks seduction heats up"
On Monday morning, Nick couldn't focus. He sat across from Mary, eating breakfast. But all he could think about was the hard-on he still had from his dreams about her. And there she was, right in front of him. Her...
"I was still a virgin"
I've read many stories here about people's "first time". They all seem to have been blissful, with simultaneous orgasms and nothing but pleasure. My first time wasn't quite so successful. It was the nineteen seventies. We were supposedly living in...
"One sip of cheap strawberry wine still tastes like the summer I lost my innocence—and found something far more dangerous: real love."
The Taste of SummerEven now, all these years later, a single sip of strawberry wine can stop time. I was at a backyard barbecue in Dallas last summer—some neighbor’s Fourth of July thing, the kind where the air smells like...
"Some fantasies should stay fantasies"
Chapter 1The bar smelled like fried wings and spilled beer, the kind of place where everybody was wearing blue and yelling at one of the TVs. I didn't bother counting the screens, but there were a lot. Most of them...
"Yrsa and Harald finally get their moment"
The whetstone slid along the axe blade with a slow, practiced rhythm. Harald’s hands were broad and scarred, his knuckles split from last week’s brawl. He didn’t look up when the door creaked open, didn’t pause when the cold wind...
"She wants to be a slave, I want a slave, but will it work?"
I opened my eyes; it was still dark out. Jim was so close, I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck.I sensed a slight movement from her. Her breathing changed. She smelled wonderful. My senses were...