1. The Boudoir Reunion It had been exactly one year since Sally last laid eyes on Roscoe, a year marked by the sharp sting of their breakup—a clash of her unyielding independence against his boundless entrepreneurial ambition. Sally had always been the epitome of self-reliance, a woman who carved out her own path in the world of photography, transforming a modest hobby into a thriving studio that catered to high-end clien...

1. Him Spring was his second favorite season (it had too much false hope for his taste, for which reason he preferred the bittersweet, poignant colors of autumn), and that evening the library was unusually quiet. The twilight had just finished stretching out into the youthful energy of the evening, and the golden yellow lights adorned the books and the bricks alike. There was something numinous about libraries, he had alw...

Every fiber of his body wanted to fuck her. It had been an intense few months. Between founding a successful firm, the physical intensity of jiujitsu, and his own self-imposed sexual austerity, he hadn't realized how much desire he was repressing. The entrepreneurship was by choice - he had always been driven, passionate and (inevitably) looking for a bigger challenge to push his limits. The jiujitsu was, well, also by ch...