Sabrina’s right hand hovered tentatively over her mouse, the cursor poised to click Broadcast. While she’d always found the idea of showing off for others a huge turn-on, she’d never dared to actually act on this fantasy. She’d come close...
One month since the beginning of confinement. My boyfriend is spending his days in endless phone calls and zoom meetings while I stay parked in the bedroom, not allowed to show my face. As a freelance journalist, I am...
Behind her mask, Penelope watches. She takes in a woman carefully selecting a bunch of beets, knowing that her pussy will taste like beet juice: earthy, subtly sweet, a little intoxicating. She imagines the woman’s fingers stained magenta, sliding from...