Nayana’s morning routine was as predictable as the sunrise. She woke up early, brewed a pot of strong Ceylon tea, and prepared breakfast for her husband and two children before they left for their respective obligations. The house would then fall into a quiet rhythm, punctuated only by the soft hum of the television and the occasional chatter with her neighbors over the garden fence. Life was simple, uneventful, and predi...

The next morning, Nayana’s body felt like it was on fire. She had barely slept, her mind racing with thoughts of Kusal, his scent, his taste, and the promise of what was to come. The moment her husband and kids left the house, she practically sprinted to her bedroom. Her heart pounded as she fumbled with the drawer, her fingers trembling with anticipation. She pulled out the panties Kusal had left behind, the ones he had...

Nayana’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions in the days following her encounter with Kusal. The memory of his cock buried deep inside her, the way he’d obeyed her every command, and the way she’d felt like a true, unbridled slut—it was all she could think about. But there was also the gnawing guilt, the fear of what she’d unleashed, and the knowledge that she’d crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. She tried to dist...

Nayana lay sprawled on the bed, her body still trembling from the intensity of the group’s shared passion. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, and the scent of sex filled the air around her. She felt utterly spent, her limbs heavy and her mind blissfully blank. The boys had retreated to the bathroom to clean themselves up, their laughter and muffled voices echoing softly through the suite. She closed her eyes, savor...