I dreamt of finger nails tracing my back, deep kisses, biting lips and hips pressed together. I desperately needed to cum.

“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.”

When the speech was over, Cash walked up to their friends and hugged them only the way you would hug your best friends after fucking them in a Cheesecake factory bathroom.

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.”

You are just picking up Naomi. Your very good friend, Naomi, whom you have only not-so-jokingly offered to take up on her not-so-joking offer to fuck for a decade. She literally just got emotionally gut punched by some fuckboy. Don’t be another fuckboy. Not today. Unless she initiates. Fuck, she always initiates. Fuck, I missed my exit.

You think, I would let her drink me dry, and shudder into obedience when she kisses you again.

Severed and shamed by their church as teenagers, Danielle and Joanna are reunited years later by the very same song that propelled them into their sexual awakening years ago.

Tanya wasn’t the kind of queer to make the first move, generally speaking, but that night was different. Marianne was different. She seemed more than interested in what Tanya had to say. Her words were gentle and warm, but funny and sexy. Like a horny heated blanket that could make you laugh.

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.

Bennett raised their eyebrows, trying not to blush. They wanted it, they really, really wanted it. They’d made themself a promise because they didn’t want to get involved with someone who wasn’t right. But this was different.

Paige slowly took Bennett’s fingers back out of her mouth, but didn’t let go of them. “What about … “ She brought their hand down between her legs, under her slip, where she parted her thighs and led Bennett to touch her there.

Paige leaned back into Bennett. Lauren kissed down her throat and on to her collarbone, little nips and sucks on her skin. “Lauren wants to suck you off,” Paige whispered to Bennet. “Don’t you, Lauren.”