"Art is not a mirror. It is a hammer." --phrase scrawled on a whiteboard in the Media Lab at MIT (home of the first computer hackers), attributed to Bertolt Brecht Domenique, a pleasant ache still present in her jaw since the sex they'd had the night before, passed unnoticed into the doorway of Gwen's bedroom. The stillness and sheer beauty of the scene ra...
I sat in bed after my boyfriend finished making love to me and left for class. I thought about the last three months with Paul. It was the same old story with every relationship that I had: the first few months were great, but when it came to sex I was never really satisfied with anyone. I liked to think it wasn't me; I may not see myself as gorgeous but I h...
I had just gotten home from work. She worked nights and I worked and attended college during the day so I slid out of my shoes as quietly as possible as I stepped in the front door, so as not to wake her. It was the last day of the work week for both of us, so we usually tried to have a date night after she woke up from a nap. It had been a long week between...
"I seriously can't believe we're still doing this after all this time, Shauna. You call me up, we make up some excuse about a "girls" night to the guys, take more time getting dolled up than we do for them, meet in a sexy bar, and still pretend for the first hour (and first two drinks) that we're just interested in catching up." The girls both doubled over w...
At the time of this story, Marsha was 23 years old, she had a cute figure, had been married for 3 short months, and enjoyed a good, if not slightly boring, sex life with her husband Jack. The story is told by Marsha, many years later. "At some point, shortly after I got married, I was trying on bathing suits while shopping with a close friend by the name of...
The first thing she could consciously remember were two forms, each twining around the other. They alternately rose and crashed against each other. Hands appeared and disappeared into folds of flesh. Cascading hair covered unknown faces, and then swept along a breast and then a navel, a back then a buttock. As the two figures arched and writhed, rose and fel...
Khadija surveyed the naked bodies in front of her. They were all girls and all final year students at the Khourigba School of Sexual Studies (or 'Triple S' as it was otherwise known). All students who'd opted for Practical Lesbian Studies as one of their final year courses. At least none of them would be virgins, that was certain. There would be none of that...
All characters are over 18 - BSDM themes . ***** The next morning, I wake up too early full of nervous energy. I take a deep breath start working through my to-do list. I prepare the herbal cleanse and head into the bathroom. I put on an ASMR video to try to relax but even the coma inducing calm isn't helping. Breathe, clear my mind...fuck it...I've neve...
The casino on the ship was buzzing with people and background noises. She sat at a stool next to the roulette wheel and watched the wheel spin. The ball rolled around the track and dropped into a slot on the wheel as it slowed. "23 black!" the croupier yelled as the wheel came to a halt. "Ohhh, that's mine! I won!" Selena yelled excitedly, a grin breaking...
Sybil kissed her way over to Kit's neck, slowly making her way down to her breasts, stopping and paying attention to each one. Licking and sucking her nipples while rubbing her hands all over Kit's backside. Meanwhile, Kit was running her fingers through Sybil's hair, caressing her head gently as she became more and more aroused. Sybil nibbled her way down...