'There's a strange thrill in falling for someone who could ruin you with just a smile.' But with Rhea, even her smirks carried shrapnel--sharp-edged and deliberate, like she wanted to see what bled. She was the kind of woman who made everything burn brighter, hotter--especially the parts of Vikram that should've stayed numb. The parts that knew better. The parts that had buried desire under logic and self-preservation lon...

“Do you ever wonder if what we do is morally wrong?" Henry asked. The sounds of slurping and sucking filled the room. I grabbed her hips harder and got into a more vigorous rhythm, each of my thrusts pushing Henry's cock deeper into her mouth. "Little to wonder about. It's obviously wrong," I chuckled, "I mean, we're fucking little Emma here while her unsuspecting boyfriend is out getting Vietnamese for dinner." Henry hel...

* * * Beneath the dreary autumn clouds, I stood on the unfamiliar doorstep, tightly clutching my olive trench coat. The scent of my husband Eric's aftershave, caught on the coat, stung me with guilty shame. Ever since we met, in the final year of university, I have loved him with all my heart. Our friends always looked enviously at us as if we were the dream couple: Lea and Eric, the perfect husband and wife. In many ways...

Previously in Chapter  1  Tanvi and Shaurya’s married life in Seattle appears calm, intimate, and fulfilling. But beneath the surface, Tanvi is unraveling—haunted by a restless ache she can’t ignore. Her growing fascination with Reid, a quietly commanding coworker, stirs dangerous cravings that Shaurya’s love and passion can’t fully satisfy. Despite her guilt, Tanvi’s fantasies deepen, her body betraying her loyalties—and...

Chapter 1: The Invitation I’m Zainab, a 27-year-old woman, carrying a story that has lingered just beneath the surface for too long. Today, I’m sharing it with Bella—the most tantalising secret of my life, one that began when I was 19, in the months leading up to my wedding. Back then, I was the picture of innocence, wrapped tightly in the modest traditions of my upbringing. But beneath those layers, there was a part of m...

Jeff is working late again. It’s not unusual. He works late most nights. Billable hours are what they call it and my husband is addicted. In a way I am glad. These are my private moments. I need them. Between looking after the kids from early in the morning, rushing to my part-time job, trying to keep up with community volunteer work and finally getting the kids to bed, I am exhausted. After the kids are down, I go to my...

Chapter 3 He lubed up his cock, then leaned down and spit directly onto my asshole. I gasped at the suddenness of it—and the sheer filthiness that thrilled me to my core. He slapped my spread, dripping pussy, hard. Shockwaves of pleasure and pain tore through me, and I couldn't believe how much I loved it. I’d never been struck like that before—and never by you. He lined himself up, rubbing the head of his gorgeous dick a...

The sound of the water filling the glass felt deafening in the surrounding silence. As I closed the faucet and turned around, I jumped in surprise and saw Kent's dad standing at the kitchen's entryway. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he smirked. "It's okay," I answered. My heart throbbed as I tried to calm down. I was unaware anyone else was in the house, which made me blush hard. I was wearing booty shorts and a loo...

A few months after Ashley and Francisco’s divorce, she set her plan into motion. Ashley never told me how she would destroy and ruin Francisco’s life. Ashley told me we would visit Francisco Guien’s parents, so we loaded our baby daughter into my car and drove to their home. As we drove to his parents Ashley finally told me she wanted to break up his parents. Ashley wanted me to fuck Francisco’s mom till she was no longer...

Léah, the Adulterous Libertine My name is Léah, and I’m nearing 35. For a decade, I’ve shared my life with Bill, my husband, with whom I’ve had two children. These little beings anchor my existence in a tangible sweetness, a haven of tenderness where I find solace. In the mirror, my troubled reflection reveals an image I’m still discovering: a woman with echoes of Mediterranean beauty, a fiery spirit inherited from the wi...