Michelle Miller stood in front of the mirror, toweling off the last of the water droplets clinging to her skin. The shower had helped, but her thoughts were still restless—pacing behind her eyes like a student waiting for permission to speak. She wasn’t even sure why she’d agreed to this. A concert? With a former student? But the email had been thoughtful. Polite. Mrs. Miller, There’s this one-night show coming up—Nocturn...

Track by Track An Erotic Rock & Roll Birthday Gift In the heart of the city, Jared—a red-haired construction site manager with a taste for classic rock and dirty secrets—had always prided himself on doing things big. But for Jennifer’s 30th birthday, he was planning something beyond big. Something unforgettable. Something primal. Jennifer was his perfect match: a curvy, confident elementary school teacher with chestnut wa...

I sat on the couch, feeling the weight of the day. My legs trembled slightly from exhaustion. The wet dress stuck to my skin uncomfortably. Laura emerged from the kitchen with a coffee cup. Her eyes gleamed with a mischievous plan. She settled next to me on the couch. "Well done in the park, Stella!" "But today isn’t over yet." "I have something better for you." "Let’s go to a dance class." "Then to Sergei’s cottage for a...

I woke in the morning as the Los Angeles sun sliced through the blinds, casting sharp golden rays across my room’s worn wooden floor. I lay in bed briefly, the blanket tangled around my legs. For the first time in a week, I felt a sense of lightness. The past week had been exhausting—my strategy with Laura’s wild ideas had shaken me, but the results were showing. The boys had shown up, their gazes and hints setting my fac...

I woke early that morning, before the alarm clock could ring. My heart pounded, and my body trembled with nervous shivers. It felt as if I’d spent the night wandering through restless dreams I couldn’t recall. Laura’s plan haunted me—a wild idea of wearing revealing clothes to lure my class boys to attend. The memory of Sergei’s hands on me on the dance floor tangled with the sharp gazes of the boys at school. I lay in be...

I woke up early, before the sun rose over Los Angeles, my heart racing as I stared at the ceiling. The night had been restless—Laura and Marcus's voices drifted from the next room, their bed creaking, and my secret release haunted me. My body felt tense, as if the night's act hadn't brought relief, so I pulled the blanket to my chin. The silky beige nightgown bunched around my thighs, the fabric clinging to my skin from s...

My legs felt heavy as I walked beside Laura on the night streets of Los Angeles, heading home. The warm glow of the terrace and Sergei’s firm hands on my lower back lingered in my mind. They had left a strange imprint on my body, one I couldn’t shake off, no matter how quickly I stepped. The breeze carried the salty scent of the ocean, mingling with the spicy aromas from street kiosks. Somewhere in the distance, a siren w...

I stumbled through the apartment door, breathless and still drenched. My blonde hair clung to my face like a wet veil, the white blouse still semi-transparent and sticking to my skin, revealing the delicate patterns of my black lace bra. I dropped my bag to the floor, where it landed with a soft thud on the wooden boards, and sank into a chair, burying my face in my hands. The day had been a disaster—the rain, the wrong b...

I stepped off the Los Angeles bus station platform, my suitcase gripped tightly in one hand, my breath catching in my throat. The air was warm, thick with tropical humidity, blending the sharp tang of car exhaust with the savory aroma of fried tacos and cilantro drifting from a street cart. A faint jasmine scent floated in from somewhere distant, a delicate contrast to the urban concrete and clamor. My shoulder-length blo...