The city slides past in blurred ribbons of light as the Uber curves through downtown Seattle. Raindrops chase one another down the window beside you, glinting like threads of silver whenever they cross a streetlight. You rest your fingers on your husband’s hand, feeling the quiet pulse beneath his skin. He hasn’t told you where you’re going—only to wear something that makes you feel dangerous. The secrecy is deliberate. T...

Chris's knees ached as he knelt on the hard bathroom floor, a small brush clutched in his trembling hand as he worked at the stubborn grout between tiles. The sounds filtering through the wall made his stomach clench and his cock twitch simultaneously—Sandy's high-pitched moans, punctuated by the deep, possessive grunts of Marcus. The rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh formed a humiliating soundtrack to his menial l...

Kevin sat in the shadowed living room of their suburban home, the television’s faint drone fading against the pulse hammering in his veins. His wife, Moira, a voluptuous redhead with emerald eyes that pierced his core and a smile that set his blood on fire, was out with her lover, Derek. Their marriage thrived on the edge of Moira’s hotwife lifestyle, a dynamic that fueled Kevin’s desire with a potent mix of longing and s...

Kneeling on the bed, I gazed down at my wife. Cassie was on her back and on full display, with her legs spread wide. Beneath her lay my friend Hector, also supine. It was strange, seeing his hand slip around to rest upon her belly. Far more surreal was the sight of his cock inside her pussy. At that moment, she reminded me of a stunning butterfly, pinned in place by another man's dick. While Hector didn't have my girth, h...

Jayson stirred and slowly opened his eyes. His head thumped, his body was stiff, and he had the foulest taste in his mouth. He wondered where he was, why he was on the floor and why he was still wearing his suit. He stretched out to unknit his bones. He ached all over. Several minutes went by. He was slow to come to his senses. His mind was in a fog. He looked at his watch: 3.35am. He peered through the darkness. He was i...

The lounge thrummed with the sultry pulse of jazz, the clink of glasses, and the murmur of intimate conversations. Kevin sat at the bar, his tailored suit slightly creased from the long evening, his eyes locked on his wife, Moira. She was a vision of raw sensuality—a curvaceous redhead with cascading waves of fiery hair that spilled over her shoulders, framing the deep plunge of her emerald-green dress. The fabric clung t...

The front door clicked shut at 2:37 a.m., the soft sound reverberating through the quiet of their suburban home. Moira glided in, her heels tapping lightly on the hardwood floor, her curvaceous figure radiating heat from her night out. Her fiery red hair fell in loose, tousled waves, framing her flushed cheeks, and her emerald green dress clung to her voluptuous body—her full breasts, rounded hips, and shapely backside st...

The house was still, the faint hum of the air conditioning barely cutting through the thick summer heat. Kevin perched on the edge of the couch, his fingers restless against his thigh, eyes flicking to the clock. Moira would walk through the door any second, and the thought sent a pulse of heat through him. The steel chastity cage gripped him tight, its weight a constant reminder of his submission, his desire trapped in u...

The dining room glowed under the chandelier’s soft light, casting intricate shadows across the polished mahogany table. Moira, a curvaceous redhead with cascading auburn hair and a figure that commanded every gaze, sat at the head of the table, her emerald eyes glinting with mischief. Her tight black dress hugged her voluptuous curves, the low neckline accentuating her full breasts, a deliberate choice that always left Ke...