After the first night of passion with Zia, Ron and Zia grew even closer. He began staying at her place whenever her husband was away, slipping in quietly before or after tuition classes. Sometimes he arrived early in the morning, just as the sun rose, and they would share coffee on the balcony, her head resting on his shoulder. Other times, he came after classes, when the house was empty and silent. Zia blossomed with new...

Chapters 1 -3 of Best of Friends 1 - Settling In “All Jack said was I look pretty. It was just a little comment, Noah.” Rachel inspected herself in her oversized vanity as she spoke, adjusting her black pushup with delicate fingers. “Jack creeps me out,” Noah said as he scrolled through the endless reels on his phone. He sprawled across Rachel’s bed, feeling the warmth from the sun streaming through the bay windows. “I th...

Sunlight peeked through a hole in the canvas above her, and try as she might Alicia couldn’t turn away to avoid it. The strange woman behind her snored loudly, and she finally had to admit that she wasn’t getting back to sleep. The morning air whistled in through the seams in the tent, and she shivered under her blanket. Her second night here, and she was still shocked by how cold the badlands could be. She’d found hersel...

First Acquaintance The new academic year had begun at university. Because we were seniors, classes were held in a mix of in-person and virtual. A week before school started, I broke up with my girlfriend. Due to the effect of being together for a long time, I suddenly fell into a huge emotional void. My daily routines abruptly changed, and when I regained my composure, I decided not to have a romantic relationship for a l...

Boredom!! What is the phrase? “The Devil finds work for idle hands?” Or something along these lines. What about idle minds?? I have worked for years, what you could call a high flyer. I pride myself as being at the top of my game, I had broken the glass ceiling. All the other cliches that describe a successful woman. Those descriptions irritate me intensely. Yes, I am a woman, last time I looked, I am me. Why this differe...

Before the Vows Chapter Twelve: The Obsession Claire was lost. Her lips were stretched around Jaxon’s cock, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, slow and filthy, while her fingers rubbed furiously between her own thighs. Spit dripped down her chin. The head of his cock glistened with wetness from her mouth and her spit-slicked hand. She had never felt this dirty. She had never felt this alive. Her wedding was tomorrow. And her...

Chapter Six: The Crash (Rewritten) The air in the ballroom had changed. The chandeliers above still glowed soft gold, but the room felt darker somehow—warmer. Heavy. Like the space had inhaled her secrets and was holding its breath, waiting. Claire could barely move. Her thighs were slick, her breathing unsteady. Her body—trapped, trembling, traitorous—was pressed against Jaxon, still facing away from him, locked in a slo...

Chapter One: Just Talk The ballroom had emptied hours ago. Soft candlelight still flickered from the centerpieces. The band had packed up, the staff long gone, and only the faint hum of air conditioning broke the silence. The dance floor was clean again, smooth and empty under the chandeliers. Claire stood in the middle of it all, barefoot and alone, in her white rehearsal dress—the one her mother had called “tastefully s...

Archer McKnight loosened his tie as he stepped out of the Vanguard Tech building into the afternoon sun. Another rejection. That made nine in the last three months. He'd barely made it five minutes into the interview before the hiring manager's expression changed. The moment Helios Systems came up, Archer could see the mental shutters come down. "I'm sorry, Mr. McKnight, but we're looking for candidates with more... stabl...

I lie alone in the dark. Listening and waiting for the key in the lock, the footsteps on the stairs. He has been with his mistress. Her name is Vodka. The pubs are now closed. He returns to me. His wife. I am cold, frigid and sexless, that is why he drinks. I am none of these. Our marriage is sexless now because I cannot bear the stench of alcohol, the fumbling gropes and kisses. Each night when he enters my bed, I pray s...