It had been a week since I met Mason. I’d thought about him, sure, but I hadn’t touched my phone to text him. I was standing under the hot spray of our walk-in shower when the glass door slid open. This shower was a good size, a proper wet room we had installed last year. It used to be our playground. We must have fucked in there a hundred times, slippery and wild against the tiles, the water drowning out our noise. To my...

The sun was creeping through the blinds and landing on the bed covers. I wasn't looking at the morning light, though. I was watching Ethan sleep. He looked peaceful. Even when he was asleep, he looked handsome. He had a sleeve of tattoos running down his arm, a mix of old school roses and tribal patterns. At twenty-seven, he was a proper lad. He usually had so much confidence, the kind you get from climbing cell towers fo...

I’d just stepped through the front door of our little semi-detached, the adrenaline-laced buzz from a successful meeting with a new client still faintly vibrating in my chest. I run my own graphic design business from home, which usually means jeans and a messy bun, but today demanded a professional look. I was dressed to impress the client, yes, but also Hamish, my husband. I locked the door, letting the weight of the da...

Back at uni in England, the crisp autumn air hit me like a slap after the endless sun of the south of France. I'd been home for a couple of weeks now, my lectures on veterinary biology had started up again, all about animal anatomy and pathology, but my mind kept drifting back to Laurent. His deep laugh, those strong hands gripping my hips, the way his thick black cock had stretched me open and turned me into someone I ba...

My name’s Tamara, and I want to share what happened during my summer break at my parents’ villa in the south of France. It was the third day of my trip, and I was finally starting to unwind after a grueling semester at university. I was 19, studying veterinary biology, with my future all planned out, becoming a vet, no time for distractions like guys. I’m not arrogant in the slightest, but I know I’m attractive, even at 5...

The clock glowed 6:30 p.m. as I slowly woke up, the room warm with golden evening light. Damian stood by the door, just out of the shower, dressed in a clean white shirt and dark gray pants. “There you are,” he said with a smile. “Sleep well?” I rubbed my eyes, still half-asleep. “Didn’t mean to nap that long. How long was I out?” “A few hours.” He glanced at his watch. “You needed it.” I caught the slight smirk on his fa...

On the morning of my birthday, I woke to the warm, inviting scent of freshly brewed coffee. As my eyes adjusted, I saw Damian standing in the doorway, a tray carefully balanced in his hands as he walked towards me. "Happy birthday, babe," he murmured, his voice low and warm as he placed the tray down on the bed. "Oh, thanks, honey," I replied, with a lazy smile spreading across my face. "Twenty-four huh? Are you excited?"...

I quickly slipped into the back of the cab, finding Emma already there, a sliver of black fabric clinging to her curves in the form of a barely there mini-dress. The night was just beginning, and I knew it was going to be a long one. She always lived life on the edge, a thrilling, untamed spirit who never shied away from flaunting her assets. Confidence radiated from her, a magnetic force that drew men in like moths to a...

I headed to the bathroom, my hand reaching for my razor. 'Really?' I thought, a flicker of frustration igniting within me. Men don't like a little hair? I'd never shaved completely smooth before, but a strange sense of curiosity propelled me into the shower. As I worked the razor over my skin, the initial discomfort soon gave way to a strange sense of liberation. The smoothness was undeniable, and perhaps, I understood th...

Once, I’d had it all: a loving husband, a promising future, and a body that turned heads without even trying. I was Jane, a petite blonde with a secret weapon: a chest that defied my slender frame. I’d always been active, my lithe form a testament to hours spent running through the park and practicing yoga. Even now, the memory of that creepy old man’s gaze, fixated on my curves while i was out running one day, sent a shi...