When I turned eighteen, I wanted something that would light a fire under me—a thrill so raw it’d make my heart slam against my ribs. I wasn’t about to sit around waiting for life to hand me excitement. So, I grabbed my phone and called this club ninety miles away, a place I’d heard whispered about for wild nights and even wilder dancers. The manager’s voice came through like velvet wrapped in steel. She asked about my exp...

There was a time when I was flat-out broke. My little part-time job wasn’t even covering the basics—I needed new tires just to make it through winter, some decent clothes, and a few other things my parents definitely weren’t going to pay for. A friend of mine had been on a sugar-dating website and was doing really well. One night I was sitting at home, watching the snow pile up, thinking, “Is this something I want to try?...

Darrell had only been in town for a day, a work trip that dumped him in a mid-sized city with no one he knew and nothing to do but kill time in a hotel room. But on that Friday night, the hotel bar buzzed with just enough life to draw him out. He wore jeans, a black button-up, and the easy smile of a man looking for a good time. He drank a few beers, casually watching the room until she walked in. Tall. Elegant. Long blac...

It started like any normal date. Dinner, a movie, some casual flirting. I was wearing this little black dress — short enough to show off my legs, low-cut enough to get his attention. We sat near the back of the theater, and pretty soon his hand found its way to my thigh. I didn’t stop him. As the movie dragged on, I barely paid attention. His fingers kept inching higher, just brushing the edge of my panties beneath the he...