Gia wakes up from a passionate sex dream and puts her favorite vibrator to work. “She felt her own wetness against their hand, allowing her to move faster with more soft moans tumbling out of her mouth.”

A graphic designer and a coffee roaster get frisky at their company’s holiday party. “Somehow, her thigh had found itself between my legs. Leaning in closer, she whispered, ‘I want to see how wet you are for me, babe.'”

“It’s not about causing the most pain or smacking as hard as I can. It’s about getting a reaction out of you and guiding you gently, but firmly, to your limit.”

Made me want to / and I did tap / that ass / many times / made it mine.

When you slide in, the girls unnestle and immediately home in on your navel. They lick their lips and lunge forward. One digs in with both sets of claws.

“I had a kind of dirty dream about you. Do you want to hear about it?” You laugh, and fuck, that sound twists itself inside my chest like a fist. I want to make you laugh more. Your voice drops, somewhere between a whisper and a quake. “It started with me kissing you.”

She stared at the camera as she slowly took off her dress; she liked the way Hank looked at her through the screen, his mouth parted, his eyes wide. She could hear his breathing, and she loved the way he gasped when she did anything that made him particularly proud. FaceTime sex was full of its own cues and rhythms. It was hot.

Noa tries to pick up her car at the auto shop and picks up her butch mechanic instead. “She buried her fingers in the dark locks of her mound and softly ran her finger up and down her clit, teasing. Cass pulled her hair gently.”

Our narrator takes their sub over the edge. “I am so lucky to be the custodian of your pleasure and your pain, pet.”

A narrator’s crush on one partnered babe turns into a threesome. “They bite hard on your nipples, you’re all soaking wet, you tell each other, it’s not weird, it’s just fun.”

A car dealership owner provides some extra services to a particularly handsome customer. “The butch was inside the building before Miranda reached the bottom of the stairs. She had planned it that way — she wanted to make an entrance.”

A young trans woman moves to Severton Manor to serve a Countess with sexual favors. “‘Ahhhh!’ the Countess cried, rubbing her lips on the maid’s face like a boot stomping out a cigarette.”

“If I see that He’s hard, I drop everything,” Nix said. “My mind goes blank. I stop what I’m doing. Strip. Fall to my knees. Mouth open, arms behind me. Ready for Him to fuck me in the face.”

“Sometimes winning the switch fight meant kind of losing. When you were both switches, though, everybody won no matter the outcome. It all came down to pride and play.”

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Our narrator recalls the time she finally hooked up with her best friend. “In just a few moments, Winnie had confirmed two suspicions I’d had for years: Winnie was a top and Winnie was little spoon.”

On their three year anniversary, two lovers engage in a contest: whoever can make the other orgasm the most times in one day is the winner.

A Countess challenges her newest trans maid to make a sopping wet gamble. “The Countess said she could use whatever means necessary, and Myra had assumed she meant some form of corporal punishment. But the Countess was going to pee on her.”

I should’ve masturbated in the shower. I need to be pushed against a wall. She smells like the ocean.

The thing swaying in front of her didn’t even register as human at first. It seemed about as alive and conscious as the vibrator thrumming between its legs. Just a sex toy, executing its designated purpose without end.