Two weeks had passed since the weekend that changed everything. Lucy had barely gone a day without texting Ray and Grant. Their group chat was a secret, buzzing with messages that made her blush behind closed doors—photos traded late at night, teasing promises of what they’d do when they finally got her alone again. She missed them. Desperately. They missed her, too. You looked so damn good last time. I can still taste yo...

The tension ebbed slowly, like the tide pulling back from the shore after a storm. They sprawled across the bed, tangled in each other—bare skin, warm breath, and the lingering sheen of what they’d just done. Lucy lay between them, head resting on Ray’s chest, one of Grant’s hands still brushing lazy strokes down her thigh. The sheets were wrinkled, the room dimly lit by the soft hotel lamp that cast everything in gold an...

Lucy stood at the bathroom mirror, her toothbrush dangling between her lips as she stared at her reflection. Her eyes were a little darker lately, a little bolder. There was a new glow to her cheeks that no amount of makeup could fake. She knew exactly where it came from. Twice now. Two stolen, filthy, unforgettable nights. And both of them under Eric’s nose—while his son laughed, grilled burgers, splashed in the pool, an...

The scent of sizzling burgers mingled with chlorine and sunblock. Laughter echoed across the backyard, blending with the splash of bodies diving into the pool and the low thrum of classic rock pulsing from the speakers on the deck. It was the kind of summer day that begged to be remembered—perfectly warm, deliciously careless. Lucy sat sideways on Eric’s lap at the edge of a lounge chair, her smooth thigh draped over his,...

Eric was sweet. Good-looking too — tall, sandy-haired, and safe. Safe was the problem. At first, dating him had felt like stepping into the dream — weekend getaways, lazy kisses under the covers, promises whispered late at night. But somewhere between the soft kisses and the clumsy groping, something inside me had started to stir. Something darker. Something hungrier. It didn’t help that his dad, Ray, was around so much....

Lydia Mr Parks' breath was heavy against my skin, his restraint barely holding as I palmed him through his jeans. He was so hard beneath my touch, the heat of him seeping through the thick fabric. My stomach clenched with anticipation. "You want to make me feel good?" His voice was low, rough, his lips brushing against my jaw as his hands ran over my bare skin. "Then let me show you how." I nodded quickly, my pulse racing...

LydiaI had been thrilled, brimming with nervous energy, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it. Ben and I had talked about this moment for weeks, our excitement mounting with every stolen kiss and whispered promise. The build-up had been intoxicating, full of late-night texts, flushed cheeks, and lingering touches. Both of us were eager, almost desperate. We had planned it carefully, ensuring we would have the house t...

I had been at my boyfriend James's family's house over the holidays, getting ready to go to a sort of costume party. I kept adjusting the décolleté of my elf costume, a playful ensemble that hugged my figure a little more than I had anticipated. The mirror in the hall earlier had confirmed the look—cute, festive, but daring—and I noticed that my nipples were a tad too prominent through the thin fabric. James himself was o...