I padded back from the bedroom, barefoot and clad in nothing but a tiny black tank and a pair of booty shorts. The sink of the cushions shifted as I settled down beside him, leaving just enough space to be polite but close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his arm. It felt daring to sit here like this while Nick slept just upstairs, a secret thrill prickling along my skin. The silence between us wasn't empty; it wa...

It’s fucking Valentine’s Day. And I’m alone, single, and stupid enough to think my ex might actually text to say he misses me but nothing, not so much as a dick pic. Not a goddamn thing. I’d dumped his ass months ago, but that’s no reason for him to be rude and not beg for me back, and now here I was, sitting alone with a half-empty wine bottle, my pussy throbbing with frustration instead of desire. Fuck flowers. Fuck cho...

With Valentine’s Day creeping closer on the calendar, Kayla decided this year needed more than just a box of chocolates and dinner at their usual Italian spot. She pulled her phone from her pocket, scrolled through the contact list until she found Jay’s number, a photographer she’d trusted implicitly during her brief stint with modelling a few years back. The idea had been simmering in the back of her mind for weeks—a bou...