The morning light has just started to paint the far corner of their bedroom when Kaleya wakes, still cradled by the faint hum of last night’s dreams. First, her mind registers the comforting weight of the comforter, the musk of sleep-warmed linens, and then the oddity. Not discomfort, exactly, but an alertness in the body, a telltale pressure and slip between her thighs that feels, even in the afterglow of sleep, obscene....

Sanyukta is deep in thought on the plane to Melbourne. 'I can't wait to see Claire again. Will she be the same as in Bangalore? She was always acting so shyly. Very friendly and kind, but really shy in public. My friends found her a bit boring, but I know her other side. She is a bombshell at night. How many times can this girl cum? Does she ever have enough? I always thought that I could outlast any girl in masturbation....

Slow teasing of each inner thigh with erotic kisses made her body hum. Hips moved rhythmically as a talented tongue lapped at her nectar, eliciting soft moans. She lay pliant beneath her lover, submissive and needy. Her juices flowed with each flick of her clit as clever fingers danced along her delicate pink folds. As her lover feasted upon her, her body trembled with desire. One single finger found her sweet spot, sendi...

Brewing Desire The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the delicate scent of blooming flowers as morning light bathed the café in golden hues. A brilliant blue sky—adorned with wispy clouds like drifting tufts of cotton candy—served as the perfect backdrop to the awakening city. Inside, the soft murmur of conversation and the rhythmic clink of porcelain cups lent an air of warmth and quiet community. At a favored...

I know she said that it was a onetime thing. Honestly, I thought the same thing when I went to sleep that night. For the first few weeks, everything was copasetic. Neither of us made any advances or even hinted that there was any connection between us. Then it happened. She had to know what that would do. It was only a matter of time before something rekindled that fire and, where there’s fire, things get burned. During t...

‘Asr Menos, a thin, rat tail of a man, glared at the hijabi, arms across his chest. He wore the same expensive tunic every day, thinking it made him look important, but deep down he was as dirt poor as everyone else in Bethlehem these days. He kept glancing at the altar to Zeus and Athena in the back of his stall, making sure the lamp was still lit. “It’s a sizable hole, Menos, what do you expect me to do?” Siroun demande...

Had Takabuti known it was the last hour of daylight she would ever see, she would have chosen to spend it differently. She would likely have gone to the great temple of Amun Ra to pray to the Gods, where she’d have asked that they favour her in the afterlife and reunite her with her parents. The sunset streaming through her window lit up her face as she prepared for her tryst with Meru. She knew she had better enjoy it; I...

Anna sank deeper into the warm, bubbly water, her long blonde hair cascading down her back like a golden waterfall. The warm glow of candles flickered softly while rose petals floating around her released their subtle scent into the air. It was the perfect oasis, and Anna felt her tension melting away with each passing moment. As she closed her eyes, she sensed movement behind her. She opened them to find Linda walking in...

There was no way it was real. That name. Dara. That little string of numbers written next to it, quickly but with care. It was all a fiction of some sort. I couldn’t let myself fall into believing otherwise. She was a stripper, the woman who had written out those letters on the back of this business card and pressed it into my hand. Strippers were professional liars. That wasn’t a judgment against them, just a fact. There...