The Sauna

“Do I look like the type of woman who doesn’t like attention?” So invited, I run my gaze again up her body, drinking in her slender sinews slick with sweat, her tan curves made sleek and shiny. “You look like the type of woman I’d want as my wife.” I don’t know where that sentence came from. It just fell out of my mouth, the words forming without any direction from my brain. I blame my exhaustion.

Amber

Her reaction was immediate and violent, shoving my arm away, elbowing me in the ribs, hard. “You fuckin’ creep,” she yelled, springing out of my bed, grabbing her stuff in fury, “I can’t fucking believe you.”

Livvie

“You heard her,” Heather said, sliding down me, kneeling on the ground between my feet. “She wants me to celebrate my boyfriend’s birthday.” She tugged on my belt, unclasping my fly.

Alba

With a smile that’s sly and impish and throwing me off, she walks through the gym like she’s a queen reviewing her harem, knowing she could have whichever she wants, however many times she wants. She saunters up to the free weights and bends over, her pants stretching around her ass, outlining its delightfully plump and fit shape, and stands back up with two tiny five-pound weights in her hands. She effects a curl and says, “How about these?”

Survival Training

“Huh?” I tracked her gaze, and then to my horror, realized I was sporting some savage morningwood, tenting my shorts in an unmistakable display of virility. I blushed, hard. “Oh! I, um, I...” Her smiling eyes locked on mine, sparkled verdant despite the early hour. “Is that for me?”

Marjorie

She wasn’t having it. “No, don’t play innocent with me. That won’t work here, not if you want to get something out of this session.” She dragged her fingertips up from his knee to run casual circles on his inner thigh, licking her lips when she saw the bulge in his shorts expand, the outline of a thick phallus forming in the fabric.

Jenna

“I’ll suck your dick, Mr Tucker.” In a flash, her blank disinterest was gone, replaced with an intense and sexy stare that warped gravity, that darkened everything else in the room. She took another step closer, shrugging out of her jacket, draping it over a rack, each movement precise and calculated to excite.

Kathy

When she says, “Come to my room,” I nod, not questioning that of course she means for us to finally hold our postponed planning conversation, to set forth our schedule for tomorrow.

Esme

She kneels in the open space in front of me, eyes sparkling despite the darkness. “It’s pretty obvious what you need,” she says, “What it is that you’re lacking.” She pulls my shirt up and reaches through the fly of my shorts, her fingers closing around the shaft of my cock. Her grip is cold and my dick limp and I gasp.

My Roommate, Theresa

Vaguely, in the part of my mind that filters out distractions, I’d been aware that Theresa’s door had opened and she’d strutted out. I blink as the information percolates into my awareness, and I see that she’s stopped in front of me, her butt in my face, her shoulders and head twisted around to look down at it. “How does my ass look in them?”