I wasn’t expecting him to text me tonight. I was out. Dinner with a friend—someone I’ve flirted with off and on but never really taken seriously. Just enough heat to keep things interesting. We’d met for drinks at a cozy bar, low lighting and laughter rolling between the tables. I’d worn something soft and clingy, a high neckline and no bra. A skirt short enough to feel it when I sat down. Nothing underneath. My phone buz...

It starts casual. Just a text on a lazy Saturday morning. Him: “Pool day today. Invite her.” I freeze mid-sip of my coffee. I don’t need to ask who. I know who. Her. The neighbor. The one with the perfect mouth and the voice that’s always just a little too soft when she talks to my husband. The one I’ve caught him lingering around—pretending to be helpful when her groceries need carried in. The one I once caught him moani...

It starts with rope. He lets us tie him up—willingly, almost smugly—as if he thinks this is just a game. His wrists are bound to the headboard, stretched above his head. His chest is bare, his arms flexing every time we shift on the bed. He’s watching us—intensely—while his cock twitches under the thin fabric of his boxers. He’s hard. So fucking hard. And we haven’t even touched him yet. We crawl up beside him—one on each...

It wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like this. Not tonight. We were just hanging out. Drinks at our place. Catching up, laughing, reminiscing. Her legs draped over my lap. His eyes doing a terrible job pretending not to linger. She’d always been around. His best friend’s little sister. Cute. Sweet. Dangerously grown now. And when I leaned over and whispered, “Want to share me with her?” His whole world short-circuited. He d...

2:03 a.m. I’m awake—again. It’s become a ritual now. The stillness of the house, the soft snore beside me, and my body’s quiet ache. I roll onto my back, thighs pressed together, trying to ignore the heat building low in my belly. I already know it won’t go away until I let it. My fingers reach for my phone almost on instinct. I scroll through the same familiar pages, letting the flicker of dim light paint shadows across...