"Pantyhose tug of war"
Chloe lay back on the plush hotel bed, the soft sheets a welcome contrast to her aching muscles. The dance showcase had been grueling, but she was looking forward to this—her private after-party with Mary.Mary sat on the edge of...
"Frank and Violet are in love."
Standing by my bedroom window, I grasped the handles on the bottom frame and lifted the lower sash. A gentle summer breeze quickly refreshed the room's sultry heat.Placing my palms on the windowsill, I leaned out, observing the row of...
"A young woman's intimate journey of self-discovery and pleasure."
She locked the door behind her and dimmed the lights, leaving the world outside to fade into irrelevance. This was her time, her sanctuary. The cool air kissed her skin as she stripped off her clothes, letting them fall carelessly...
"Frustrated Liv needs some release."
"What are you doing?" I ask as Ben stops the car in front of my apartment. He looks at me, a bewildered look in his eyes. I can still taste his cum on my tongue. Silence follows as he looks...
"The doctor has a special way to break down Abby's inhibitions."
"There is no shame here," Dr. Rebecca Crawley smiled gently as she scribbled methodically on the aged yellow legal pad. "Unless that's something you enjoy."Abby grinned more at Dr. Crawley's comforting tone than at the attempt at humor. The selection...
"Unseen delight in the crowd."
Her finger finds its way inside her leggings, feeling the softness of silky underwear against her skin. The murmur of strangers surrounds her, each lost in their own worlds, oblivious to the turmoil hidden beneath her calm exterior. An older...
"Control is just another form of surrender"
She loved the edge.  The sharpness of it, the way it teased her body and mind; A place where pleasure burned where she could linger, suspended in the almost.  It wasn’t about denial; no, not really.  It was about control.  The power to take...
"An uncensored diary entry of an average day in the life of young Chloe"
My name is Chloe. I’m twenty years old now, and my life feels like a never-ending cycle of unfulfilled desires and solitary pleasure.  When I wrote in my last diary entry that I would become more confident—that I’d find a man...
"A secret thrill unfolds on a lonely bus ride."
It had been a long day filled with mundane tasks and unrelenting stress. I’d spent hours at work, buried under a mountain of paperwork, my mind racing with deadlines and obligations. As I finally clocked out, a sense of liberation...
