I love, I love to be learned to surrender to the pain, mind melting in the perfect slap, in the grip, in every cane’s muffled cry. I love, I love to forget to choose, to yield it all to his mind, the verdict carved, my fate defined, heartbeat hammers, fierce and blind, I bite my lip as tears confide. I love, I love to be lost, it is my reward, a bet won by my soul. I love, I love to be found, it is his prize, his pride, a...

It was a little after midnight when he heard the key opening the door, and he got off the couch to greet her. “Oh… you’re still awake, honey?” she said with a radiant smile. He hurried to help her with the coat, as if to get near her, trying to catch any hints. But he could find nothing. Like always, he loved the waiting hours, imagining her in countless ways, but most of all he loved this moment, when she was back home....

Men are obsessed with “the first time.” Everyone knows that. They want to be the first to conquer your soul, your body, the ones who got your virginity like it’s some trophy they can polish and brag about to their friends. But let’s be real: we women are worse. We romanticize it even harder. First date, first kiss, first time he says “I love you.” And then, of course, the big one: the first time you let someone inside you...

Oh, my beloved King, in the bustling market of the ancient city, a humble young porter lingered among the crowds of merchants and buyers, his eyes weary from seeking work that never came. The sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the stalls, when a figure approached. The young woman was shrouded in layers of dark silk, veiled so completely that only the faintest outline of her form could be discerned beneath the fabri...

A small apartment in a big city. Oliver and Isabella had just finished dinner on their couch while watching a movie. As usual, they talked about their day. Isabella poured herself another glass of wine and started to recount the intriguing chat she’d had with Maya, a conversation that, like always, had ventured into intimate and daring territories. Oliver knew from the start that this meant trouble. Maya had a very bad in...

A nice restaurant with luxurious decor and a renowned chef hosts a couple. She wears an elegant, simple dress, the kind that costs a fortune. Next to her sits a man elegantly dressed, emanating a certain power, probably because of his fat wallet. The waiter glides away with their emptied plates and murmurs, “May I tempt you with dessert?” Lucas doesn’t glance at the menu the waiter offers or even at Vicky. He simply order...

This is my first story here. And it’s almost true, like most stories. Some things I had to change, but the essence is the same. My name is not important, and I’m a college professor, the guy who makes literature fun and attractive for students. I’m around 30, and I keep myself in decent shape with exercise and a good diet. I try to keep it professional with the students, I really do, but they make it quite difficult. Some...

I don’t love your husband, Lucy. I cheated because I love my husband. I truly do, and this makes it sound stupid, I know, but hear me out. Your husband, James, is in reality a weak man hungry for power and frustrated that he could never wield it without limits. He’s the type who’s cruel to those beneath him but sucks up to those above. His ego is a black hole, consuming everything, and I knew that I could exploit it. With...

Lucy was lying naked in her bed, next to a man who wasn't her husband but her lover, Pedro, the man who'd claimed her body and mind in just a few months. Since the first time she saw him, she had decided it was the moment to have an affair, and he was the best choice for it. She had never cheated before, even though she had had opportunities in the past, and doing it felt like being reborn, like pure, intoxicating freedom...

Mark's airplane was in a few hours. A trip to a conference and an opportunity to reconnect with Sarah, an old flame, now John's fiancée. Mark's new girl for three months now, came home to give him a ride. But not before riding him like she knew he liked. She shoved him onto the bed, straddling deep, nails gouging, grinding savage and making him cum in minutes, gasping her name. At the airport's bathroom, just to be sure,...

She worked from home most of the time and preferred to do so in the evening and late into the night. The air was cooler, more pleasant, and the city's noise quieted down. On her small balcony, she’d take frequent breaks, a cigarette in one hand, sometimes a Cuba Libre in the other, its sharp tang a quiet indulgence as she sipped and gazed out. The view stretched across a dense cluster of concrete buildings, their windows...

Oh, my beloved King, know that in a distant village by the whispering sea, where the waves sang lullabies to the stars, there lived a humble fisherman named Hassan and his beautiful wife, Layla. Hassan’s hands were calloused from years of battling the waves, though his nets often yielded more hope than fish. Layla, with raven curls cascading like tides and curves that turned heads in the souk, her laughter a siren’s call...

Lucy couldn’t get the phone call out of her mind when Pedro’s calm, commanding voice asked her, “Are you ready?” His unexpected announcement that he could visit that very afternoon sent a rush of anticipation crashing through her. Without hesitation, she called the office to announce she wouldn’t be coming back that day. Back at her place, she took a hot shower and dabbed a hint of perfume. She turned the bedroom lights d...

They had been together for almost six months now, and they seemed happy, especially since she had moved into his apartment. One night, no different from the rest, he asked one question he had been meaning to ask for some time. She paused, her expression thoughtful, as if weighing her feelings carefully. Her soft voice barely broke the silence as her green eyes met his, filled with a mix of hesitation and vulnerability. "I...

Lucy leaned her forehead against the cool tile, water cascading down her back. The ache between her legs was immediate, her body responding to memory as much as sensation. Images from the previous night crowded behind her closed eyelids: the run in the park, the crisp air, and the moment she fell a few steps behind James, pretending fatigue. Pedro, moving like lightning, casually closed the distance between them. Their co...