Grace's pulse raced as she walked through the softly-lit lobby of the elegant hotel, heels clicking gently against polished marble floors. She wore a dress specifically chosen for tonight--shorter than usual, revealing enough to immediately capture Marcus’s attention. Beneath, she wore sheer stockings and delicate garters that accentuated her sensuality and was borderline high-class escort territory. Marcus greeted her wa...

Grace Miller's fingers hovered over the laptop's keyboard, her heart pounding so hard she was sure Matt could hear it from upstairs. She'd been finalizing a sleek, elegant kitchen layout for a client when Matt's browser window caught her eye. Her curiosity drew her in, but shock quickly replaced it as she scanned the page. Images of Asian women intimately engaged with muscular, dark-skinned men filled her vision, each thu...

The energy was electric. The entire school roared as both the football team and the cheer squad claimed their respective victories--the first in the school's history. After a grueling road trip downstate, exhaustion should have set in, but the thrill of winning drowned out any fatigue. Students, parents, faculty, everyone was swept up in the fever of celebration. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, my own excitement ming...

I have a confession to make. I never thought I'd be the kind of woman to write something like this. To be the kind of woman who would even have something like this to confess. But here I am, sitting in the dim glow of my laptop, my heart pounding in my chest, knowing that what I’m about to write will change the way I see myself forever. Before I get to the confession, I need to explain how I got here. You need to understa...