The bell above the door of Rachel’s boutique chimed as I stepped inside, a familiar melody that always felt like a warm embrace. Nestled between a cozy coffee shop and a cluttered bookstore on Main Street, this small shop was my sanctuary, its windows adorned with mannequins in dresses that promised elegance with a touch of daring, all without the big-city price tag. I needed a cocktail dress for a business trip with my h...

Joe woke up Saturday morning with a knot of anticipation twisting in his gut. The text from Janie had come late Friday: "Yard early tomorrow? Then maybe some inside work. – J." He'd barely slept, his mind replaying the events of Wednesday—the long, torturous tease in the living room, her tits bare and bouncing as she knelt, the explosive release that had painted her face before she could even take him in her mouth. The im...

Joe's smile stuck around long after he left Janie's house that birthday afternoon. The sun beat down hard, but he barely noticed, his mind stuck on her, his explosion, the sticky mess on her thighs and panties. That night, he sat at his computer and coded like crazy, building the basic structure for his indie game. It was about an explorer finding hidden stuff in old ruins, each find revealing more secrets. It felt just l...