Morning light spilled gently across the suite, casting long golden ribbons through the sheer curtains. The city was quiet below, still half-asleep. Megan stirred first, tangled in the linen sheets, Kalyna’s arm draped loosely across her waist. The scent of coffee—fresh and rich—filled the air. Mark stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, already dressed, a cup in his hand. His tie hung loose around his neck, and his gaze l...

Kalyna Rozanova had always been the kind of woman people noticed without quite understanding why. It wasn’t just her beauty, though that alone was disarming. The long, black hair that fell in glossy waves down her back, the piercing blue eyes that seemed to look straight through pretense, the toned, feminine frame that carried both grace and quiet strength. No, it was something deeper. An unspoken confidence born of survi...

The airport hums with late-afternoon energy—flights announced, wheels rolling, voices overlapping in a soft din. Megan sits at the far end of the nicest bar in the terminal, her posture relaxed but deliberate, a practiced mix of confidence and ease. The stem of her glass glints beneath the downlights as she swirls her drink—a martini, extra dirty, what she half-jokingly calls her “slutty martini.” The olives clink softly...

Sophie still tasted her husband's cum in her mouth, a memory of what she’d just witnessed as she climbed into her car, her pulse steady, her hands calm on the steering wheel. Not shock. Not anger. Just a strange, electric satisfaction curling low in her stomach. Carly. Of course it was Carly. Her little sister—beautiful, bold, and reckless—had been circling Tyler for years. The way she dressed when he was around, the way...

The Fever Carly shouldn’t be here. That thought flickered, but it didn’t stop her as she crawled onto her sister’s bed, face buried in his pillow, inhaling the scent of his skin. Laundry detergent and the faint musk of his cologne—soaked through with him. Her hips already rocked against the sheets, body betraying her as her fingers slid under the waistband of her thong. She imagined his weight pressing down, his voice in...

Sunday morning. Ryan’s phone buzzed in his hand as he sipped his coffee in the downtown condo. The messages were from Sadie, who was mid-flight back from her consulting trip. Her tone was teasing but fiery. “Saw the pics McKenna sent. And Taylor’s video? You really took care of my girls, huh. Can’t stop thinking about it… and you.” Ryan smiled, fingers already typing back. “They were incredible. You’d have loved it.” “I w...

Thursday morning. Ryan sat at his sleek downtown office desk, the soft hum of Seattle waking up outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Claudia’s file lay open before him — a complex contract needing his attention — but his mind drifted back to last night. He remembered the heat of McKenna’s skin pressed close, the way her breath hitched as they tangled beneath the sheets, the lingering taste of her lips still fresh. They’d...

The morning sunlight filtered softly through the tall windows of the spacious master bedroom, casting warm patterns across the luxurious sheets. Ryan lay stretched out between the two women, all three of them still naked from the night before, their bodies tangled in the easy intimacy of dawn. He woke slowly to the quiet sound of feet moving, Bella sliding out of bed with the grace of someone perfectly at ease in her own...

Sunlight poured over the deck like warm silk, catching on skin, glassware, and the slow smiles of people who’d slept great. It was Sunday morning at Taylor’s riverside retreat, and the kitchen buzzed with lazy movement—smoothies blending, coffee pouring, bare feet padding across cool floors. Taylor moved with her usual quiet grace in a tiny white tank and linen shorts, while Lisa curled up in a silk robe, legs crossed, si...

Yoga Flowing Part 2: The Retreat It was Wednesday morning when Ryan’s phone buzzed. He didn’t have the number saved. The notification preview showed only: “Thinking about you…” He opened the message and paused. It was a photo. Just enough light. Just enough shadow. Sadie stood in front of a full-length mirror, her skin glowing in soft morning light. She wore nothing but a sheer white tank top — no bra — and a pair of bare...

The heat hit harder out here. Ryan had expected cool breezes and pine-scented air—what everyone imagined when they thought of the San Juan Islands. But this? This was a dry, baked kind of heat. The sun was unrelenting. His shirt stuck to his back before he even reached the front door. The house looked exactly like the photos Claudia had shown him—only more impossible. Like someone had carved it from stone and glass right...

Ryan had been going to a new gym for a few months now. During his first week there, a gorgeous woman walked in and immediately made eye contact with him while he was walking on the treadmill. Ryan was 35, fit, and 5'9" of strong, lean muscle. He had a short, clean-trimmed beard and dark brown hair, styled just right. She smiled at him. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, with dirty blonde hair and a tight, dark green ma...