Hey, it’s me, Kim, if you remember Part 1, you know what happened that night out with Tara. Well, things didn’t stop there … and I’ve never felt temptation like this before. About three or four months had passed since that wild night with Tara. I was sitting in my kitchen, mid-afternoon, enjoying a quiet lunch and sipping my wine, scrolling through Instagram like I usually do. That’s when I got the first notification: @Ja...

I drag the towel over the rowing machine to wipe up the sweat the last bloke left behind. We’ve got signs everywhere asking users to clean the kit when they’re done, but no one ever bloody does. Still, as my uncle always says, customer’s always right and all that. So I end up being Mr Dogsbody, cleaning up other people’s bodily fluids for half my shift. Not exactly glamorous, but I can’t complain. I get to use the gym for...

"You know, it's funny," I said to Richard as we strolled through the vast, open fields of the estate. "I never thought I'd end up here, in the middle of nowhere, playing guide to a blind guy." He chuckled, his hand resting lightly on my arm for guidance. "Well, I'm not exactly a typical tourist attraction." Richard's laughter was contagious, a gentle ripple that seemed to echo through the quiet countryside. His words had...

Knock. Knock. We both freeze. Suddenly back in the bedroom, back in our bodies. Maya turns to look at me, panting. Her thighs trembling, spread wide. The vibrator keeps humming between them, wet and glistening, her fingers shining with the mess she’s made. "Levi," I say quietly. Of course, he’s here for his package. She holds my gaze, head tilted, a slow grin spreading. “Well…” she says, her voice like honey. “Go ahead.”...

The first apple of the season was a surprise. It hung there, a solitary red jewel amidst the sea of green leaves. I plucked it gently, feeling the cool weight in my palm. It was a simple act that had been repeated by countless others before me, yet the crunch of the fruit echoed through the quiet orchard as if it were a declaration. Mr. Jenkins, the owner of the orchard, had given me a brief tour when I arrived. His eyes...

Ms. Danielle had always known how to command attention. Even in her casual attire—tight yoga pants hugging her curves and a sports bra that accentuated her toned arms—she seemed to exude an air of confidence that made heads turn as she strolled through the neighborhood. Neil wasn’t immune to her allure. He’d catch himself stealing glances whenever she jogged past his house, her long legs eating up the pavement with effort...