Sex Stories: In the Ass

The full-moon forest breathed heavy with pine and wet earth. Mara ran barefoot, her thin nightgown plastered to her sweaty thighs. She knew she was being watched. Two enormous wolves glided between th…

The air in the dimly lit bedroom was thick with the scent of her perfume and my raw arousal. Ava lounged in the leather armchair, her long legs crossed in sheer black stockings, gazing down at me with…

The string quartet had packed up hours ago, but the reception tent still buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses. I stood near the open bar in my tight emerald dress, sipping champagne and watching …

The little cabin sauna out behind the farmhouse was thick with steam, the air soaked with the sharp bite of oak branches and the raw smell of hot, naked skin. Marina, thirty-two, married, full-figured…

The damp basement of the old house was thick with the stench of mildew and arousal. Anna stood bound to a cold concrete pillar, her arms stretched high overhead, wrists lashed with coarse rope. Her na…

Rain hammered the tin roof like it wanted to punch through. Wind screamed around the eaves of the old ranger cabin, rattling the shutters. I’d barely made it back from checking the upper trails before…

The yacht party was in full swing above us, crystal glasses clinking and laughter spilling across the deck like champagne. I was the guest curator for the collector who owned this floating palace, dre…

I never thought a weekend job would turn into the hottest night of my life. My name’s Jake, and I run private hiking tours for city folks who want to “find themselves” in the mountains. This time my o…

I’d been buried in depositions for three straight weeks. My neck felt like it was welded to my shoulders, and my lower back screamed every time I sat down. So when the firm gave me a corporate wellnes…