The university library was a maze of dusty tomes and dim corners, the kind of place where secrets could hide in plain sight. It was late, the stacks deserted, the only sound the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Nour, a 22-year-old Lebanese beauty, sat at a secluded table, her modest hijab framing a face that could stop traffic—full lips, dark almond eyes, a quiet grace that screamed tradition. Her long skirt and loose blo...

Lilly has been cheating on George with me for a couple of months; when we were in my bed after a one-hour fuck session, Lilly looked at me and said, “I want you to call George and tell him you want him home the next time you fuck me. Maybe Friday after work. Would that work?” “George? Um, you want me to…” “Yes, I’m pretty sure he suspects I’m, I, ah, have a friend, a special friend. Call him at work so he has time to…” “S...

Hawaii glittered under the tropical sun, a paradise of swaying palms and turquoise waves. For most, it was a dream vacation, but for Sebastian and Kate, it was a carefully orchestrated opportunity. Both had convinced their spouses—Sebastian’s wife, Melanie, and Kate’s husband, Mark—to vacation at the same sprawling resort, their trips overlapping by design. Neither Melanie nor Mark suspected a thing. The couples didn’t kn...

Carissa’s smile was inextinguishable as she drove home from work that evening. As she waited at a red light, the woman found herself marveling at how much she’d grown to enjoy working in The Annex in such a short time. More than that, she was thankful for having the privilege of sharing the experience with somebody as awesome as Joey. It was difficult to believe that a month earlier, she’d been convinced that this was a p...

After work, first date. Savouring the power she had in this situation, feeling her body and soul sing as Gary was willingly sharing her fantasies and games. "Meet me later, after work." "Dinner?" Gary asked. "Sure," Liza said. "My treat". Gary grinned, "It's a date, but only if you...". Liza was already hungrily sucking on her coated fingers; the idea of a date with him had her hopes up of something bigger, something more...

The library room was a crypt of old-world smugness—leather-bound books stacked high, air heavy with dust and pretension. The oak table gleamed under a single lamp, chessboard dead center, black and white squares a silent dare. She sat there, queen of her own hype—tight sweater clinging to her tits, skirt short enough to tease, dark hair pulled back like she owned the fucking world. Her smirk was a blade, ego bulletproof;...

"Threads of Resilience" Weeks had passed since the industrial complex, its echoes still reverberating through Kate and Sebastian’s lives. The event—Melanie’s masterful display, their public unraveling, and that surprising tenderness at the end—left an indelible mark, a fire that burned brighter with each fleeting memory. First place had been theirs, but the victory felt hollow against their own ineptitude. They were more...

Shower release. Liza sat on her plush couch, her mind racing with thoughts of Gary. She couldn't get him out of her head even as she sat watching TV with her husband, no matter how hard she tried. Her husband, Mike, had pestered her for sex all evening, but the thought of being with him made her stomach turn. The memory Gary had planted in her mind of Mike's infidelity was still fresh, and added with the image of Mike nak...

The key turned in the lock with a soft click as Emily stepped back into her house. The familiar scent of fresh flowers and old carpet met her, as did the low creak of the hallway floorboards under her heels. She slipped them off without a sound, carrying them in one hand as she stepped quietly through the stillness of her home. It was just after 3:00 AM. The house was dark, save for the soft glow of the living room lamp l...

"The Mistress Enters" My phone buzzed with the next message: "waiting downstairs." My pulse quickened, that cryptic note from earlier about a surprise still nagging at me. The dungeon—our secret haven—called me down, and I took the stairs, each creak under my boots amplifying my mix of curiosity and nerves. The air cooled as I descended, laced with leather’s sharp tang and a musky hint that dragged up memories of wild nig...

Peter Langston was a man of precision—timely flights, structured meetings, and the same hotel every time he travelled into the city. The Grand was more than just a place to rest; it was a ritual. The staff knew him well enough to greet him with warm familiarity. “Good evening, Mr. Langston,” the concierge would always say with a smile. “Your usual suite is ready.” But tonight was different. A delayed meeting had kept Pete...