The music is loud, the dance floor full of dancers, moving their bodies to the rhythm of the beat. You take a sip of your drink, leaning back against the bar. Podiums with strippers are scattered around, but those are not the full extent of depravity going on. In sofas along the edges of the bar, people are getting intimate, showing off more of their bodies than is strictly decent, groping on each other. Occasionally, a pair - or more - of giggling guests are seen heading towards one of the back

You reach for keys, letting out a tired sigh. Today has been a long, long day, and to put it mildly, you’re worn out. Even just throwing yourself down on the couch feels like it wouldn’t help much, and you’re just not in the mood to do anything at all. You find yourself letting out an annoyed grunt, fumbling to slide the key in. Great, now you’re also in a bad mood. It should be illegal to have days as busy as this. Finally, you manage to get your door open, stumbling ins

Tapping her feet Alice couldn’t wait to get out of the elevator. It was taking so damn long she thought. Checking her watch, she had been barely inside for thirty seconds. Turning her head and cracking her neck she took a deep breath. Ignoring her watch she stared at the panel that showed which floor she was on. One more and she would be home. She needed something to vent right about now. It was far too slow she thought when suddenly the doors opened. Barrelling out of the elevator she bar

DAY 0: SUNDAY
So I guess I should start with an introduction.
My name's Miranda. I'm 19, just got into college (go Wolverines!) and it's pretty alright so far. Unfortunately, I'm a commuter, and for the time being that means I'm still living with my parents. Which, don't get me wrong, I love them - but they kinda keep me on a tight leash. It's hard to really have the college experience - partying, drinking, hooking up and all that - when you've got an 11pm curfew.
But my leash is about to disa

DAY 4: THURSDAY
Ok, confession time: I know exactly why nobody's matched with me on Tinder. I didn't upload any pics of myself. Literally the only picture on my profile is some random stock photo I found of a dog wearing a hat.
YEAH I KNOW IT'S DUMB BUT HEAR ME OUT: the idea was to keep my kink somewhat private, because 90% of my classmates are on Tinder, and I didn't want them all knowing that Miranda likes eating people. I figured I'd still get a few random matches because I'm a girl on a hoo

DAY 6: SATURDAY
Ladies and gentlemen, Tinder came through for me.
I actually started getting matches and DM's yesterday before the concert, but pretty much all of them were creeps. I kinda expected that though. Sometimes people with niche kinks are a little... out there. BUT, this morning I matched with a pretty cute guy named Brandon, and he was actually really chill about the whole thing. Boom. Target acquired.
We met up at a Starbucks around lunchtime. It kinda felt like a weird cross betw

"Honey, I'm hoooome!"
My voice was dripping with obviously fake enthusiasm as I announced my entrance. I saw Brooke shuffle into the den to greet me as I dramatically tossed my jacket onto the couch. She was wearing an old tee and yoga pants - her go-to outfit ever since she started working remotely. I felt a small twinge of jealousy as I thought about my 45-minute commute through traffic.
"Hi honey!" she greeted me, wrapping her arms around my waist as she pulled me in for a quick kiss. Being

--- Still of the Night ---
Rain pattered softly against the window. Moonlight poured in through the glass, faintly illuminating the bedroom - and the scattered remnants of a wild night. Discarded condom wrappers littered the floor, a half-empty bottle of lube sat on the nightstand... and of course, there was also a trail of clothes leading to the bed. All the telltale signs of a great hookup.
"Mmm..."
For a moment, I thought she'd woken up, but she was just shifting around in her sleep. She wa

--- 1 ---
"Remind me how the color code works again?" Frenda asked. She was standing just inside the entrance of Club Carnivore, looking over the various colored glowsticks that were sitting on a table next to the door. Her friend Justin placed a hand on her shoulder.
"So blue means prey and red means pred," the tall, lanky boy explained. He had to lean in close so she could hear him - the thumping club music was nearly drowning him out. "Yellow means you're just here to hang out, so if you've