MasukBY the third day of the tutoring session, a rhythm had formed.Sessions had become structured, disciplined and predictable. At least… on the surface.Zayne leaned back slightly in his chair, pen tapping lightly against his notebook as Ms. Lesley moved across the board, explaining a concept for what felt like the third time. Her handwriting was neat and precise, just like everything else about her.She was nothing but controlled, careful and untouchable. And yet… his eyes didn’t stay on the board for long.They drifted, and to her.To the way she carried herself, every movement deliberate, every step measured. The soft sway of her hips when she walked. The way she paused ever so slightly when she knew— knew— he was looking.Because she did know. And he had caught it. Not once, not twice, several times now. Those quick and sharp glances, almost accidental, but not quite.She would look at him like she was studying him, like he was just another subject to analyze, but then there was some
HIS hips bucked subtly, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “That is it, Mara. Just like that. Although you still don't know how to make me lose my mind.” His fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her, pushing her down, deeper.She swallowed, the thick column of his banana filling her throat, making her gag slightly, but she pushed through it, the desperate need to satisfy him overriding any discomfort. Her hands wrapped around his thighs, pulling him closer, anchoring him. She tasted him, sucked him, felt the rigid length of him pressing against the back of her throat. She heard the wet, sucking sounds, the soft shlicking as her mouth worked him, and it only intensified not just her own burning desire, but the desire to satisfy her boyfriend, to reach that apex he always wants.“Cum for me, baby,” she mumbled against his cock, her words muffled. “Fill my mouth. Please.”He thrust, a deep, guttural moan tearing from his throat. His hips pulsed, pushing into her mouth with a fierce ur
THE office was quiet.Too quiet.Ms. Lesley leaned back slightly in her chair, her laptop open in front of her but long forgotten as her phone rested in her hand. Her thumb moved absently across the screen, scrolling without intention, without focus.Just… passing time. Avoiding thought. Until she saw him.Her ex-husband.The smile came first— wide, proud, familiar in a way that still unsettled her. Then the picture widened, revealing more.A woman stood beside him. She looked radiant, comfortable and certain.And in front of them, children. Two of them. Happy and laughing and complete.Ms. Lesley’s fingers froze on the screen.For a moment, she simply stared.“Well… good for you,” she muttered under her breath, though there was no real warmth in it.Her jaw tightened slightly as she looked closer, as if searching for something, anything that would make it easier to dismiss. But there was nothing.Just a life that had moved on. A life she had once been part of. A life she couldn’t giv
THE sharp, shrill sound of the whistle cut through the air one final time before fading into the background hum of voices and movement. Sneakers squeaked against the polished floor as the team loosened up, some laughing, others groaning as they stretched sore muscles.Practice break. Yeah, that was practice break.The energy shifted instantly. Shifting from discipline to chaos.Ms. Lesley stepped into the corridor just outside the court, a file tucked neatly against her chest. She wasn’t meant to be anywhere near the athletes’ wing at this hour, but she had been looking for the coach. A quick conversation, nothing more.At least, that had been the plan.She walked briskly, her heels clicking in a steady rhythm, her expression composed, professional— untouchable. The kind of woman students whispered about. Strict. Elegant. Unreachable… and very hot.Until she passed the dressing room. The door wasn’t fully closed, just slightly ajar.And in that small, careless gap, she saw him.Zayne.
RUBY paused for a minute, cold air gripped her.“Hello, are you there? How did you know? Have you been at my boyfriend's?”Ruby gasped. She felt the cat got her tongue. “No… no, yes. Sorry, I mean no—”“Ruby?” Jessi called softly. She straightened immediately, shaking her head vigorously as though trying to shake guilt away.“No ooo. Come on, how can I do that?”“But you haven't answered the question yet.”“Well, let's say, I always have my way around. I have got eyes everywhere, my love.”There was a brief silence.“Fine. I will handle it,” was all Jessi said.That triggered Ruby.“Is that all—”And Jessi hung up. “Urghhh. Weakling,” she said as she stared at her phone, “fight with him, break-up with him fast enough and watch me enter already. Ahh!”She later went to bed, angry.***It was almost 12 PM when Jessi stormed into Kaylan’s apartment.She didn’t knock. The door wasn’t locked, so she pushed it open and barged in like a woman on a mission. The sudden intrusion jolted Kayl
THE bed was now creaking, the ‘creak creak’ sounds it made laced with their moans and slapping of their skins was what made the room.“Urghhhh,” that was Rico. She was kneeling on the bed, her hands placed alongside and her bubble buts towards Kaylan, who still hadn't got tired of pounding.“I'm cumming… babe, I'm cumming,” that was him. His eyes were closed and his teeth bared as he took one last thrust and then he pulled out, spilling the contents on the messy floor. They both collapsed on the bed, catching their breath.“This is the third time, baby. Aren't you tired already?” Kaylan asked.Rico exhaled. “Okay. I will let you rest. So long I have you the whole of tomorrow.”Kaylan heaved a sigh of relief. With that, he swung off the bed and headed out for the bathroom to wash off.“Why did you insist on pouring inside of you the first love we made? You always never wanted that.” he asked when he returned, dabbing his thighs with a white towel.Rico smiled. She was still lying on
When Aunty Is Gone I THE sound of the car engine faded and the crunch of tires on gravel disappeared entirely. A thick and heavy silence settled over the kitchen. Kate watched the empty driveway, a strange mix of relief and dread tightening her chest. Her aunt’s car was gone. “She’s really gone,
His Naughty Patient I ON the crisp white sheets of the examination bed, Diana shivered. It was a tremor unrelated to the cool air, pulling the thin paper gown tighter around her. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and she could hear it soundly Dr. Jordan Rhodes entered, his presence filling t
His Naughty Patient IIHE peeled off his gloves, tossing them aside with a soft thud. His fingers, now bare, were even more sensitive, more electric. He leaned down, his face inches from her pussy, his hot breath fanning her already inflamed flesh. Diana watched, mesmerized, as his tongue, dark pin
Claiming My Prize III “NOT hurt, Emily. Pleasure.” I leaned down, my mouth finding hers. Her lips were soft, hesitant at first, then parting under the pressure. I tasted the faint sweetness of her breath, the innocence that still clung to her. My tongue delved, exploring the warmth of her mouth, i







