Ethan waited until after dinner to bring it up. They were sitting in the living room, the remnants of takeout containers scattered across the coffee table, the TV humming low in the background. Leah had just curled up on the couch, glass of wine in hand, wearing soft cotton shorts and a hoodie too big for her. A few strands of hair had fallen loose from her bun, framing her face with an effortless softness. She was beauti...

"C'mon Linda, this is the fifth bloody shop we've been in. How hard can it be to find a pair of jeans you actually like? The game starts in an hour or so." My husband Rob was in one of his moods. Grouchy, exasperated and stroppy. The same mood that seemed to wash over him every time I so much as suggested a Saturday trip to the local mall. "For god's sake, Rob, we've got plenty of time. It's only a twenty-minute drive hom...

The month following my second extra-marital liaison started out well. I felt on top of the world, confident and happy. It didn’t last. By the end of the first week, I felt guilty and full of doubts. I partly addressed these by lavishing attention on my husband, making love with him more often than usual. He must have wondered what had happened. After the second week, I decided that I should forego my pleasures and remain...

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...

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 island wasn’t even supposed to be the destination. Just a quiet stopover between ferries. A final night in the archipelago on the Norwegian coast before they returned to Trondheim and real life. But now the ferry sat idle, tied to the dock, engines dead. Wind off the Norwegian Sea had turned bitter and wet. Rain lashed sideways off the water, fine as needles. The sky was slate, the sea worse. Anna stepped out of the r...

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...

Nayana’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions in the days following her encounter with Kusal. The memory of his cock buried deep inside her, the way he’d obeyed her every command, and the way she’d felt like a true, unbridled slut—it was all she could think about. But there was also the gnawing guilt, the fear of what she’d unleashed, and the knowledge that she’d crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. She tried to dist...

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...

‘Don’t tell me. You have embarked on another affair?’ my sister Trisha says as she sits across from me, piercing a breaded mushroom with a fork like the poor thing has offended her as much as I have. I snap a breadstick and imagine it is Trisha’s neck. She’s an arrogant cunt. I watch her swirl her mushroom in the tiny pot of garlic mayonnaise and fleetingly I wonder if her love of mushrooms is because Richard her husband...

Seattle felt colder than it should in May. It wasn't the kind of chill that lingered in weather forecasts—it was something deeper, the sort that slipped beneath my skin, lingered beneath my clothes, and refused to leave. Quiet. Controlled. Restrained. It was as if the city itself was telling me to behave, to hold back the fire that had started quietly burning inside me. Shaurya and I had been here just shy of eight months...