MasukWe’d been at the resort for three days and I was already convinced this was the best decision of my life. Emily looked incredible in the little sundresses she’d packed, and the sex every night (and some mornings) was the kind of nonstop, no-rush stuff you only get when you’re newly married and have nowhere else to be. On the fourth night we ended up at the beach bar after dinner. The place had those string lights and a live guy playing acoustic covers. Emily and I were two drinks in when this other couple sat down next to us at the bar. Mark and Sophia. They told us they came from Chicago too, same flight path basically, and just a couple years older than us,, maybe twenty-eight or twenty-nine. Mark was the easygoing type, loud laugh, quick with the jokes. Sophia was quieter but had this smile that made you pay attention. She had dark hair that kept falling across her face and a curvy body she clearly wasn’t shy about showing off in her bikini top and sarong. We hit it off
I checked my phone again. 9:47 p.m. Harry was probably already online waiting for me, yelling at the TV while he set up the new game. I’d missed the 8:30 bus because I spent too long packing my controller and snacks. Now I was stuck on this later one that took the long route through the suburbs. The inside smelled like old seats and faint piss. Only about eight other people scattered around, most of them half-asleep with headphones in. I went all the way to the back and slid into a window seat on the right. Perfect. Nobody usually sits back here. Three stops later, they got on. I noticed them immediately. Three women, loud and laughing, clearly coming from somewhere with drinks. They looked like they were in their mid-thirties to early forties. One was tall with big curly hair and a tight red dress that showed off her heavy cleavage. Another was shorter, thicker, wearing a black top that barely contained her chest and a short leather skirt. The third had straight blonde hair,
I'm Alex. I’m the guy who sits in the front row, takes color-coded notes, and still gets nervous when the professor calls on me. And some would call me the class nerd. A name that has followed me since highschool. So when Mia dropped into the seat across from me in the library at 10:30 p.m. during finals week, I figured I was hallucinating from too much caffeine. She wasn’t my friend. We were in the same Intro to Statistics class, and that was about it. She was the type who showed up late, cracked jokes in the back, and still somehow pulled decent grades. Short black hair with a streak of purple, sharp eyeliner, and an obvious smirk like she knew something you didn’t We’d spoken maybe ten times total. Yes I counted. Mostly when she copied my homework. “You look like you’re about to cry over that textbook,” she said, dropping her bag on the table with a thud. “Move over.” I blinked. “I’m… kind of in the middle of something.” “Yeah, no shit. That’s why I’m here.” She pul
My name’s Riley, and I’m a junior. I’d been staring at Ms. Harper for the entire substitute week like a fucking idiot. She wasn’t like the usual tired grad students they sent. She was probably early 30's, with sharp cheekbones, dark red hair always pulled into a sleek bun, and a body that matches with her pencil skirts perfectly. The way she told would get any students attention. And not just because of her teaching styles. She was attractive, damn. I'm not gay but right now staring at her gets me wet. I’d mouthed off in class that afternoon. Nothing serious, just a sarcastic comment about the poem we were reading. Instead of sending me out, she’d given me that seducive smile of hers and told me to stay after. So here I was, sitting in the empty classroom at 4:20 p.m., heart thumping while she closed the door and twisted the lock. Ms. Harper leaned against the front of her desk, crossing her legs. “You’ve been distracted all week, Riley. Eyes on me instead of your notes. Car
I was nineteen and already feeling like an idiot for drinking three cans of Coke the second I got to Fox’s place. His house was huge compared to mine, two stories with long hallways and way too many doors. Fox is a new kid at school, so it's my first time being to his place. We’d been gaming for a couple hours when my bladder started screaming at me. Fox was paused on some boss fight and just waved toward the hall without looking up. “Bathroom’s down there, man. Don’t get lost.” Easy for him to say. I’d never been here before. I walked past a couple closed doors, turned a corner, and picked one that looked promising. No light coming from under it. I figured it had to be the bathroom. I twisted the handle and pushed it open. Holy fuck. Fox’s mom was on her back in the middle of a big bed, completely naked. Her legs were spread wide, knees bent, and she was working a thick, realistic-looking dildo in and out of her pussy. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room. Her other
I am Sister Elena, 22, and I have been a bride of Christ for two years now. Tonight, the convent felt like a tomb. The stone walls of my cell held the chill of early spring, pressing against me even through the thin blanket. Moonlight slipped through the narrow window, painting silver across the crucifix above my bed. Jesus watched, as He always did—His sacred heart exposed, His eyes full of sorrow and love. I had knelt before that same image for hours after Compline, begging for peace. Instead, my body burned. Sleep would not come. It hadn’t come easily for weeks. The dreams had grown bolder: warm hands that were not my own, mouths whispering against my neck, a heavy weight pressing me into this very mattress. I woke each time slick between my thighs, my habit twisted around my waist, shame thick in my soul. “Forgive me, Lord,” I whispered, rising from the bed. My bare feet touched the cold floor. I wore only the simple white nightgown we were permitted- thin cotton that reac







